<?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-7378909053870487609</id><updated>2012-01-24T00:59:08.755-08:00</updated><category term='cheer'/><category term='fun'/><category term='organize'/><category term='Elite Force'/><category term='help'/><category term='clean'/><title type='text'>This is Life - Olson Style</title><subtitle type='html'>This is Life - Olson Style</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4799468338125464334</id><published>2011-06-07T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:12:46.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop for a Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-du6YbaTqrzQ/Te5MzKuqkVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Bdb5uDvCJe8/s1600/SFAC+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-du6YbaTqrzQ/Te5MzKuqkVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Bdb5uDvCJe8/s1600/SFAC+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;So I haven't done a real post in a really long time, but this is a great way to get back in the habbit.&amp;nbsp; Cancer is very real and it really sucks.&amp;nbsp; My amazing friend &lt;a href="http://www.prpakakjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is doing something to help fight back.&amp;nbsp; Check out her blog &lt;a href="http://www.prpakakjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and help her in her efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4799468338125464334?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4799468338125464334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4799468338125464334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4799468338125464334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4799468338125464334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/shop-for-cure.html' title='Shop for a Cure'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-du6YbaTqrzQ/Te5MzKuqkVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Bdb5uDvCJe8/s72-c/SFAC+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6270549727347804970</id><published>2011-03-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:30:13.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Ready!!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures of our house.&amp;nbsp; We could be signing papers at the end of next week!!&amp;nbsp; So what are your plans for Spring Break?&amp;nbsp; Wanna help the Olson's move?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-glUFeHBcpME/TYodyQaqqmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KERF7UuNqnM/s1600/Box+Ceiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-glUFeHBcpME/TYodyQaqqmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KERF7UuNqnM/s320/Box+Ceiling.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of the boxed ceiling in our office/den.&amp;nbsp; It was one of a few little surprises Kevin had up his sleeve that I didn't know about until after it was done.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it!!&amp;nbsp; Moving into white walls is gonna drive me nuts, though.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna have to start painting the walls first thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-L8Z-0DSLpC8/TYod2kUjjbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yFin-hGQu-g/s1600/Wainscoting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-L8Z-0DSLpC8/TYod2kUjjbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yFin-hGQu-g/s320/Wainscoting.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is another little addition of Kevin's.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful wainscotting down the entry way hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RNC0SnCdyLY/TYod1HBlykI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xgt6CtwXUdQ/s1600/stairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RNC0SnCdyLY/TYod1HBlykI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xgt6CtwXUdQ/s320/stairs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The wainscotting continues up the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WHT5KpBqamQ/TYodz3m1p1I/AAAAAAAAAyg/nCjONdc3nJI/s1600/Exterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WHT5KpBqamQ/TYodz3m1p1I/AAAAAAAAAyg/nCjONdc3nJI/s320/Exterior.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ta da!!&amp;nbsp; The exterior.&amp;nbsp; I love it!!&amp;nbsp; We love the huge driveway and very spacious back yard.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to dwelling within these walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the tile work gets finnished this week.&amp;nbsp; The appliances got delivered yesterday, I think.&amp;nbsp; Next comes carpet and finishing up the electrical and hvac.&amp;nbsp; These workers are so good and move so fast.&amp;nbsp; We are hoping to be moving in the first week of April.&amp;nbsp; You'll have to stop by and say hello and maybe bring in a box or two;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6270549727347804970?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6270549727347804970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6270549727347804970&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6270549727347804970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6270549727347804970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-almost-ready.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Ready!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-glUFeHBcpME/TYodyQaqqmI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KERF7UuNqnM/s72-c/Box+Ceiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3038707547507132309</id><published>2011-03-08T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:58:18.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 &amp; Feelin' Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D2R4KhX5Mg8/TXawNfFwOvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Wte9PBUo1eM/s1600/birthday+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D2R4KhX5Mg8/TXawNfFwOvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Wte9PBUo1eM/s320/birthday+cake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today it is my birthday and I sing to let you know, that I will be Queen for the WEEK, whatever I say goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I totally stole that line from Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses.&amp;nbsp; I sing it to my girls every year on their birthdays, but today I will sing it to myself.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this won't make me seem self-absorbed or self-centered, but I feel like I never toot my own horn and today I feel like tootin' it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 34 years old today and I am loving every second of it.&amp;nbsp; Nothing miraculous has happened today.&amp;nbsp; Nothing has changed since yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I've talk to some amazing friends on the phone, received some early morning texts, and through the social network power of Face book, I 've been made feel so special.&amp;nbsp; All of this is fabulous.&amp;nbsp; I am having dinner tonight with my family, dinner tomorrow night just me &amp;amp; my hubby (I think), and a lunch with the most amazing women in my life on Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thursday night I get to watch on television&amp;nbsp;WSU vs UW in the PAC 10 basketball tournament in LA that my sister just happens to be cheering at.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get much better than this?&amp;nbsp; That's what I realized when I woke up this morning.&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&amp;nbsp; All previous birthdays have led me to this one today and I am SO happy.&amp;nbsp; I have the best husband ever, really great kids and friends that keep me feeling like I'm 18 not 34.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I thought 34 would feel like,but it feels good.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful to all those individuals who've help mold me to this 34 year old woman that I am today.&amp;nbsp; I like me and I like where I am in my life.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few things about me you may not know.&amp;nbsp; Fun facts and thoughts from the 34 year old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE chocolate.&amp;nbsp; Like truly.&amp;nbsp; I want something chocolate after EVERY meal.&amp;nbsp; Chocolate in any form.&amp;nbsp; With or without nuts.&amp;nbsp; Crunchy or chewy.&amp;nbsp; Melted or solid.&amp;nbsp; Milk or dark.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't matter I love it, I want it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a sports FAN-atic.&amp;nbsp; I truly enjoy watching sports on television or in person with my husband.&amp;nbsp; I love to compete.&amp;nbsp; I love to see athletes excel at their best.&amp;nbsp; I hate that there has to be a loser and I always feel bad for the team that doesn't win, but when my team wins its an elated, exuberant feeling.&amp;nbsp; I love to trash talk, to the television of course and I love to yell at the refs/umps when they get a call wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love music.&amp;nbsp; ALL music.&amp;nbsp; From Garth brooks and Taylor Swift to Black Eyed Peas and Chris Brown.&amp;nbsp; Broadway hits and Michael Buble.&amp;nbsp; Ingrid Michelson and Metallica.&amp;nbsp; Mercy River and Mindy Gledhill.&amp;nbsp; I love a good Tejano Cumbia or a country line dance.&amp;nbsp; Music and dancing make me happy.&amp;nbsp; I am not even ashamed to admit that I still love to listen to music from the 80's and 90's like, oh, I don't know, The New Kids on the Block.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I said it.&amp;nbsp; You read that right.&amp;nbsp; I'm still a block head after all these years and am ubber excited about my VIP &amp;amp; Meet-n-Greet passes that my cousin and I scored for their concert coming in July.&amp;nbsp; Don't judge me and don't hate on me.&amp;nbsp; You know you are jealous.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention the Back Street Boys will be there, too?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, you're jealous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We belong.&amp;nbsp; Last month as we sat in Stake conference with the rest of the Pasco Stake awaiting the changes we were about to receive I felt pure excitement.&amp;nbsp; As our new stake boundaries were announced and I learned that we were a part of the new Pasco North Stake, I had a calm, comforting feeling come over me.&amp;nbsp; I looked at Kevin and while fighting back tears I said to him, "This is where we are suppose to be.&amp;nbsp; I know it.&amp;nbsp; I fee it."&amp;nbsp; He did too.&amp;nbsp; He smiled and nodded.&amp;nbsp; That was a huge testimony to me.&amp;nbsp; For so many months we felt displaced and like we were wandering.&amp;nbsp; We found our permanent new ward boundaries&amp;nbsp;and our new home in the Pasco North Stake and we couldn't be happier.&amp;nbsp; We are surrounded by so many friends that we love and even those friends who aren't in our new stake are just across the freeway.&amp;nbsp; We are settling in to our new callings and we feel like we are home again.&amp;nbsp; Like we belong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have become a Cake Boss and Kitchen Boss junkie.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE Buddy Velastro.&amp;nbsp; I watch every episode.&amp;nbsp; Even it its one Ive already seen, I'll watch it anyway.&amp;nbsp; I want him to make be a cake, Hoboken style baby!!&amp;nbsp; I tried some of his recipes from Kitchen Boss and they are all fabulous.&amp;nbsp; Kevin did not complain one bit when I made chicken cutlets over spaghetti with Buddy's Sunday gravy (marinara/spaghetti sauce).&amp;nbsp; It. Was. D. Licious.&amp;nbsp; I need to go to New Jersey and visit Carlos' Bakery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love musicals and plays.&amp;nbsp; I've only been to a few in person and they were magnificent.&amp;nbsp; I dream of watching some shows on Broadway some day.&amp;nbsp; Les Mis, Phantom, Lion King, Chicago, Wicked.&amp;nbsp; Oh to watch them all live.&amp;nbsp; It seems like every time a show has come close to me I have not been able to attend for one reason or another.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had the talent to be in a show.&amp;nbsp; How fun would that be?&amp;nbsp; They lucky thing for me is that as much as I love watching sports, Kevin enjoys watching musicals with me.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully very soon we get to go watch a show in person together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow, look at that list of completely random stuff.&amp;nbsp; That's me.&amp;nbsp; Well, some of me.&amp;nbsp; Hmmm.... I wonder what the next 34 years has in store?&amp;nbsp; Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_zf8yoUb4FA/TXaxGyJXNbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wr6fO-FU85s/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_zf8yoUb4FA/TXaxGyJXNbI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wr6fO-FU85s/s320/happy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3038707547507132309?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3038707547507132309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3038707547507132309&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3038707547507132309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3038707547507132309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/34-feelin-fabulous.html' title='34 &amp; Feelin&apos; Fabulous'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D2R4KhX5Mg8/TXawNfFwOvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Wte9PBUo1eM/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6034030897620932510</id><published>2011-02-08T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:12:47.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; Kevin is delivering the doors to our new house as we speak!!&amp;nbsp; Hooray!!&amp;nbsp; Doors and windows will be installed by the end of the day and framing will be all done!!&amp;nbsp; Next up exterior siding and electrical!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; BodyFlow this morning was intense.&amp;nbsp; Who said Yoga was for sissy's?&amp;nbsp; SO not true.&amp;nbsp; I did back to back BodyJam and Zumba classes last night so that may be why I was feeling more stiff than usual this morning, but I was feeling excellent when class was over this morning.&amp;nbsp; The scale only reflects&amp;nbsp; a pound or two but I feel stronger and more flexible.&amp;nbsp; Yay me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; We laid down the law.&amp;nbsp; Last night for our FHE we had a kind of Family Meeting.&amp;nbsp; I have been feeling our of sync and out of control ever since we sold our house back in June.&amp;nbsp; We now have a place in a ward family again witch feels amazing but in our own home things are still out of whack.&amp;nbsp; Bedtimes have been lazed as has homework time, chores, scripture reading, EVERYTHING!!&amp;nbsp; It's just so hard with the limited amount of space we have and the lack of individual space for the kids.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I'm just making excuses.&amp;nbsp; Jacob is the King of leaving his homework for the last minute and Kayla HATES doing for reading at nights.&amp;nbsp; We honestly haven't really pushed or encouraged them much I think because even we have felt unmotivated.&amp;nbsp; That all changed last night.&amp;nbsp; We reinstated some old rules that had not been followed and added a few new ones, such as going back to our allotted homework times and bedtimes and chores lists.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully we can keep it up and not drop the ball.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say the television has not been turned on since after the Superbowl on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; Kelsie told me after school today that she didn't like it when I called her baby.&amp;nbsp; I always address her as my baby in some form.&amp;nbsp; She is my baby.&amp;nbsp; Tough noogies Kelsie.&amp;nbsp; I will still call you my baby, just maybe to myself and not directly to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; I'm getting our rental ready for showing because my friend/landlord is trying to sell it and is having an open house on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; If you know of anyone interested in a great starter home for a young couple or a cozy cottage for the young at heart send them this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; I should probably get started on our taxes.&amp;nbsp; Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; I am planning a baby shower for my sister Lisa who is due at the end of April with her first baby, and it's a girl.&amp;nbsp; It's not till mid March but am feeling a little nervous about pulling it off.&amp;nbsp; The guest list number is 160. Yikes!!&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; Also feeling nervous about the upcoming Candy Bar Bingo Night I am planning for Kayla's school at the beginning of March.&amp;nbsp; I've never planned an event like this before.&amp;nbsp; What was I thinking.&amp;nbsp; What if people hate it?&amp;nbsp; What if it flops?&amp;nbsp; What if no one shows up?&amp;nbsp; How many should I plan for?&amp;nbsp; Just breathe . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; Is it Friday yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6034030897620932510?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6034030897620932510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6034030897620932510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6034030897620932510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6034030897620932510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1527504975597050244</id><published>2011-02-03T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:53:33.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I told myself that this year I would do better at keeping up my blog.&amp;nbsp; Well, that didn't work.&amp;nbsp; But here I sit reading your blogs so I thought, let's throw down some thoughts for you to read, if you are still reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I drive down Pamplona EVERYDAY.&amp;nbsp; We have been given an April 8 move in date.&amp;nbsp; I am beyond excited and everyone tells me, "It'll go by SO fast."&amp;nbsp; Thing is I'm impatient.&amp;nbsp; Not a patient bone in my body.&amp;nbsp; I want it NOW!!&amp;nbsp; Driving by the progress everyday just makes it worse.&amp;nbsp; They have it all framed up now and the roof is going on tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Windows and siding on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; SO close yet SO far away.&amp;nbsp; We took the framers some pizza today to warm up their cold, hugary bones and also because I am NOT above bribery.&amp;nbsp; They really appreciated it, hopefully enough to get a move on my house faster than the one next door;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We joined the gym this month.&amp;nbsp; As a family we made a resolution to be a healthier more active family.&amp;nbsp; So far so good.&amp;nbsp; I try to make it there at least 4-5 times a week.&amp;nbsp; The kids love climbing the rock wall and Kevin and Jacob enjoy playing basketball together.&amp;nbsp; I feel healthier on the inside, I just wish it would reflect faster on the outside and on the scale.&amp;nbsp; Remember I am not patient, I want results now not a month from now.&amp;nbsp; We've even been eating healthier.&amp;nbsp; Jacob has even started measuring out his snacks.&amp;nbsp; Instead of sitting at the table with a whole bag of chex mix, he'll measure out the 1/2 cup suggested serving, finish that off and be done.&amp;nbsp; It's been hard for me not to snack.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE snacking.&amp;nbsp; I also love baking and cooking.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been doing much of either on of those lately because I will eat it all.&amp;nbsp; For the rest of my life I will have to watch every item I put into my mouth and have a "healthy diet" unless I want to be 5'1" and 250 lbs.&amp;nbsp; Not a pretty mental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are very excited about the Stake boundaries changes that were made this last week.&amp;nbsp; I can 't believe how much this stake has grown since we moved to Pasco in April of 2003.&amp;nbsp; The new house is being built in 1st Wards boundaries so that is were we will be attending, and we couldn't be happier.&amp;nbsp; There are so many amazing families in this ward.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, some of my bestest friends ever will be in our ward, too.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, all of the new boundaries are pretty sweet and there are some amazing wards.&amp;nbsp; No matter where you go, the Church is true and the people ROCK!&amp;nbsp;It'll be nice to feel like we belong to a ward family again and receive some new callings that'll test and try us and help us grow.&amp;nbsp; Did I really just say that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jacob.&amp;nbsp; He's a funny boy.&amp;nbsp; At Christmas time he received and Axe body kit.&amp;nbsp; At first he was like, what is this?&amp;nbsp; I didn't ask for this?!&amp;nbsp; Then he used it the first time.&amp;nbsp; Deodorant, body wash, shampoo and body spray.&amp;nbsp; Both of my sisters were like. "Wow Jake.&amp;nbsp; You smell so nice!"&amp;nbsp; I think the bells went off in his head.&amp;nbsp; Every morning we are knocked over with the scent of Axe coming from the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; It's so funny to me because he is still me baby boy.&amp;nbsp; At least he doesn't stink like b.o.&amp;nbsp; He's playing basketball right now and I think he is going through a stage where he is still trying to get comfortable in his own skin.&amp;nbsp; It's so funny to watch him run.&amp;nbsp; He's not very quick, but he tries to be.&amp;nbsp; He runs flat footed so you can here him coming down the court.&amp;nbsp; He is looking forward to baseball season for sure.&amp;nbsp; He is also doing D.I. (Destination Imagination) again.&amp;nbsp; This year I am not one of the team mom's so I feel less stress because I am not in charge but also a little anxious because I know how things are suppose to go and how the process works and it's hard for me not to put in my 2 cents about how far along I think they should be at this point.&amp;nbsp; Last year they got 1st at regionals and 3rd at state, we shall see how things turn out this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kayla.&amp;nbsp; My toothless little gymnast.&amp;nbsp; She has pulled out three teeth in the past 6 months.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, they haven't grown in yet.&amp;nbsp; She loves gymnastics to no end.&amp;nbsp; I have tried on many occasion to get her to try ballet or dance but she refuses.&amp;nbsp; Earlier this month she finally learned how to do a back-hand spring all on her own.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited.&amp;nbsp; I could tell by the look on her face that she was thrilled and terrified at the same time.&amp;nbsp; She also is playing basketball.&amp;nbsp; Last year she wanted to play SO bad and wasn't old enough.&amp;nbsp; So this year when sign-ups came around she said that indeed she did want to play.&amp;nbsp; Kayla is a very coachable girl.&amp;nbsp; If her coaches or instructors tell her to do something, by golly she tried her best to do what they ask.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if basketball will be her thing though.&amp;nbsp; She's way too nice.&amp;nbsp; I keep trying to tell her to be scrappy and aggressive but it's just not in her nature.&amp;nbsp; If she ever gets the ball at the same time as another girl, she'll gladly let go and hand it over to the other girl.&amp;nbsp; I ask her if she wanted to play fast pitch this year and I was shocked when she said she wasn't sure.&amp;nbsp; WHAT?&amp;nbsp; I always envisioned her playing softball.&amp;nbsp; I have always played softball.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE softball.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully she will decide to try it again this year but if not, it'll be okay.&amp;nbsp; At least I can look forward to playing on a team, myself, in the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kelsie, Kelsie, Kelsie.&amp;nbsp; Where to begin.&amp;nbsp; This girl keeps us on our toes.&amp;nbsp; She is a sponge and absorbs every funny joke or song she hears.&amp;nbsp; She loves to sing.&amp;nbsp; She loves to dance.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE watching her sing and dance to the song Tik Tok when she plays Just Dance 2 on the Wii.&amp;nbsp; That girls' got skill!!&amp;nbsp; She gets it from me.&amp;nbsp; She can shake that little booty like nobodies business.&amp;nbsp; She also is our self-proclaimed artist.&amp;nbsp; She loves to paint and draw and color and does a really good job for a 4 year old.&amp;nbsp; I can't tell you enough how much she absolutely LOVED preschool.&amp;nbsp; Her teachers are so AMAZING.&amp;nbsp; I can't express enough how much I appreciate them and all that Kelsie has learned from them.&amp;nbsp; She is always walking around the house singing, "You're a Grand Old Flag".&amp;nbsp; Who does that?&amp;nbsp; My chipmunk does.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of chipmunks, that is her favorite movie.&amp;nbsp; Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks.&amp;nbsp; She can watch it 24/7.&amp;nbsp; She knows all of the songs and lines.&amp;nbsp; She says that she is Theodore which is hilarious because she is a skinny little bean pole.&amp;nbsp; She also says that Jacob is Simon and Kayla is Alvin.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; Kevin.&amp;nbsp; I have to brag a little here because he is too modest and won't do it himself.&amp;nbsp; Earlier this month, Kevin went to a dinner in Seattle for work where he was presented with the "Top Gun Sales" award for he region.&amp;nbsp; He sold over $1 million dollars of product all on his own.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of him.&amp;nbsp; This is huge for those of you who knew Kevin as a child.&amp;nbsp; Kevin was the shy quiet one who never brought attention to himself.&amp;nbsp; Never in a million years did anyone think that he would end up a salesman that had to schmooze with contractors and make big time sales.&amp;nbsp; He started out in the door shop sanding doors about 14 years ago and worked his way up the ladder.&amp;nbsp; Way to go flaco!!&amp;nbsp; Kevins' love of sports has been well fed this month.&amp;nbsp; We were able to go watch WSU take on UW in mens basketball.&amp;nbsp; That was such a rush.&amp;nbsp; Being in Beasley coliseum as the Cougs smoked the huskies was so thrilling!!&amp;nbsp; Not to mention we were able to watch Ashley cheer and she was in a Sports Center highlights reel and the students stormed the court after the win.&amp;nbsp; So cool!&amp;nbsp;Kevin will never miss a good basketball game on television.&amp;nbsp; Lucky him, I don't mind one bit.&amp;nbsp; We love to sit on the couch with our game snacks and watch a good game of hoops, or baseball, or football, whatever!&amp;nbsp; We love sports- both watching and playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**&amp;nbsp; Me.&amp;nbsp; Besides my goal to get fit and be healthy this year, I have decided to take on one more new adventure.&amp;nbsp; School.&amp;nbsp; I am going back to school in the fall.&amp;nbsp; I'll be taking on-line courses and finishing up my degree and trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to finishing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our computer crashed earlier this month and it was such a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; I missed my computer so much!!&amp;nbsp; Luckily, they computer gods were able to recover about 90% of my pictures!!&amp;nbsp; Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whew!! Once I got started I just couldn't stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1527504975597050244?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1527504975597050244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1527504975597050244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1527504975597050244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1527504975597050244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8943334380538658335</id><published>2011-01-05T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:54:40.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"So, how's the house coming?"</title><content type='html'>The THING that consumed us since July of 2010. &lt;br /&gt;The question that was asked by all we came in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;The question we knew would be asked every week on Sunday or anytime we saw someone we hadn't seen in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The question we dreaded. We'd secretly roll our eyes and give a short, vague answer and smile.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't anybodies fault. We have so many really great friends and family who just wanted to know, as did we, what was going on with the house stuff. And, we love you all. I know there are a couple of you out there who listened to me pour my heart out in heartbreak and mourning and had just the right words to say when I truly needed them. I am so extremely thankful for you, and you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. What really IS going on with the house stuff? Well, now I have ALL of the answers, and now I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last posted, you read my "Tuesday Letters". To continue on from there, builder #2 NEVER called back. To this day. Disappeared. Then I met with a realtor at a new development where a TON of my friends are building. She was great. She showed me around and I saw the floor plans. They were really great. I took all of the information with me and told her I'd probably be back with my husband later in the week. Don;t get me wrong, the houses were awesome, it just didn't feel like that was where we were suppose to be.&amp;nbsp; I still wasn't ready to give up on our dream of owning a little more land with lots of room to grow and play. &lt;br /&gt;Our last efforts to build on that piece of land went to looking at having a builder do it for us instead of trying to do it all ourselves. I have been a fan of this NEW builder (#3, for those of you keeping track) for many years. I really love his floor plans and he and his company are super great. Kevin took him down to the land and he said that, yes, he could build it. We had to take the plan we had, which was his plan just modified to begin with, and make it smaller. That was fine but also hard. The house had no options, no bells and whistles, but I thought, "No big deal. We can add those later." We were able to make all of the adjustments and things seemed to be working out. We got all of the final numbers. Contracts were drawn up. Things were looking good. It was Monday, December 6, and we had an appointment with a really great mortgage guy at the bank. Our loan had been approved and all we had to do was sign. Boy were we excited!! Then, we looked at the final number of what our monthly mortgage would be for the next 30 years. Talk about feeling like the wind had just been let out of your sails. It was $400 MORE than we were originally told by the Big Banks. What?! Mr. Nice Mortgage guy went through all the numbers with us and it all made sense. Someone somewhere had given us wrong information about what the monthly payment on a house that costs "X" amount of dollars would be. Kevin and I stared at each other. Silent. For. Ever. I think we made Mr. Nice Mortgage guy uncomfortable. We knew without speaking, there was No Way this was going to work. &lt;br /&gt;All we had to do was sign. We were approved. We could get started. But what would that mean for our family? I might have to go back to work, which isn't a bad thing seeing as how our kids are older. But me going back to work right now wasn't in our plan just yet. We could change the house again. Make a smaller house on a nice big piece of land. But we really need a bigger house. That's why we sold our in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;We both stood up and thanked Mr. Mortgage guy and told him we'd let him know in the morning. What a LONG night that was. We knew what the answer was. We knew what we had to do. But it was hard to finally admit to it. For months now we had gone down every avenue we could think of to make this work. We were trying to force it to work however we could. We wanted that rural atmosphere, like where we grew up, with the convenience of the city. There was no sleeping for either one of us that night. As much as it broke my husbands heart, he made the call the next morning that we were in fact walking away from the land and the house. I literally mourned that whole day-week actually. &lt;br /&gt;So now what? Where do we go from here? We need a house! I am feeling claustrophobic in my cozy little rental. &lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday, December 9, and my favorite builder calls us and says we should go down to the office and discuss our options. At this point, I am still mourning and being very stubborn. We go down to meet with him and he tells us that he can build that same house plan for us with all of the bells and whistles and options that we want on one of his available lots for LOTS less money. We're listening. We go through the options and I'm getting excited just thinking about all of these cool options in the house. He tells us to go look at the available lots, so we do. Here comes stubborn Amy again. I start to pout and say things like, "It doesn't matter, just pick one!" I know, so mature of me. So we choose a lot that's really nice. It's close to the huge neighborhood park, we have friends within walking distance, the lot is bigger than our old house was on, it's in a nice neighborhood, we are near my parents which is great for babysitting, we will be in a great church ward where there are tons of friends and people we know. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is great. So what's my problem? I think I just needed time to mourn my dream. My dream of acreage and that country feel. My dream of a nice big shop for my husband to tinker in and tons of land for my children to run and have a dog. It's a nice dream. A dream I still have. &lt;br /&gt;Everything just feel into place in two days. The plans were finalized. The loans were approved. Permits requested. It all happened so fast and so smoothly. Like it was meant to be. I can honestly say this. My mourning is over and I am totally and completely excited for our new home to be built on the great lot that we chose in an awesome neighborhood. We drive by it every day. We talk about it every day. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. There is a smile in my heart and on my face. I don't look at it as settling for something at all. I look at it as finally listening to what my Heavenly Father had been trying to tell me for months. There was a reason that all of our other plans fell through. A reason it was so hard. All of that lead us to here, and this is where we are suppose to be. We will have a great house and I won't have to go back to work sooner than planned and we can still have our same comfortable lifestyle. Sounds like my own perfect piece of heaven to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on you can all bet that you will see lots of pictures and updates like the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TSUBo0I3c1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/CkyTvMXgIJk/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TSUBo0I3c1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/CkyTvMXgIJk/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Day 1.&amp;nbsp; Estimated Date of Completion: End of March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaayy us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8943334380538658335?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8943334380538658335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8943334380538658335&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8943334380538658335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8943334380538658335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-hows-house-coming.html' title='&quot;So, how&apos;s the house coming?&quot;'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TSUBo0I3c1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/CkyTvMXgIJk/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5398724878266366854</id><published>2010-12-16T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:08:16.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPaWzrA9YDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/RO4xsKegKJg/s1600/kelsietree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPaWzrA9YDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/RO4xsKegKJg/s320/kelsietree.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It's going to be a long month for Miss Kelsie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1254556508083398233?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1254556508083398233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1254556508083398233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1254556508083398233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1254556508083398233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-1st.html' title='December 1st'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPaWzrA9YDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/RO4xsKegKJg/s72-c/kelsietree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-157087042217541916</id><published>2010-11-16T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:09:02.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Letters</title><content type='html'>I stole this idea of writing letters (or venting what's on my mind) from my friend.&amp;nbsp; Thanks&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://prpakakjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, hope you don't mind.&amp;nbsp; Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Big Banks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&amp;nbsp; My name is Amy.&amp;nbsp; Remember me? Probably not.&amp;nbsp; We've been working with you since July to get help with our new home.&amp;nbsp; Does anyone REALLY work there?&amp;nbsp; And if you really do have employees, do you ever speak to each other or work on the same days?&amp;nbsp; It seems as though the only way I can get any sort of response from you is when my husband physically goes into your office and sits in front of you until you do something.&amp;nbsp; The second he leaves you totally forget about us.&amp;nbsp; I do not like you very much at all.&amp;nbsp; You are making my life more miserable.&amp;nbsp; I hope you never need anything from me because I can tell you I will not make it easy or pleasant for you.&amp;nbsp; I'm just returning the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatiently,&lt;br /&gt;Home owner stuck in a rental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Builder #1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for convincing us that we really could build this on our own MUCH cheaper than going to a "tract" builder.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for trying.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for your honesty.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for waiting until the very last day to tell us your fee was a brand new truck more than you originally told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustratedly,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for another builder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Builder #2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that you got my hopes up.&amp;nbsp; You told me that everything would be fine.&amp;nbsp; The other builder was way too high.&amp;nbsp; You could do it NO PROBLEM!&amp;nbsp; "I'll take care of everything," you said.&amp;nbsp; Whew!&amp;nbsp; What a relief!&amp;nbsp; Oh. I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp; What's that?&amp;nbsp; On the LAST day of our three week waiting period you tell us your fee is a brand new truck, too? Didn't I just watch that movie?&amp;nbsp; You are on my list and I feel very sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jacob, Kayla &amp;amp; Kelsie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all that I am.&amp;nbsp; You have been nothing but perfect children through this whole mess I got you into.&amp;nbsp; You have shown me how to truly be grateful for what we DO have.&amp;nbsp; You love each other, and fight with each other, and bring me back to reality, and our reality is awesome.&amp;nbsp; I love how you share a room and help each other, most of the time, to keep it clean.&amp;nbsp; You are humble and sweet and you show me everyday how to truly love.&amp;nbsp; You sincerely love your new neighborhood friends and ward family.&amp;nbsp; You are the greatest examples to me.&amp;nbsp; I hope to be that for you some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you truly,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sweet Realtor who gave me hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for you.&amp;nbsp; I had lost all hope.&amp;nbsp; I am glad that I listened to the voice in my head that told me to go and see you today.&amp;nbsp; You gave me a lot of answers.&amp;nbsp; You were so kind and sweet.&amp;nbsp; I hope you weren't just being a "Salesman" today.&amp;nbsp; I am not 100% ready to give up on the land we are looking at now, but I feel my options are running out.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably come see you again.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed the tour you gave me.&amp;nbsp; I am intrigued by the information you gave me.&amp;nbsp; I want to explore my options.&amp;nbsp; It seems like you have made LOTS of my friends happy, maybe I could be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiously &amp;amp; Prayerfully,&lt;br /&gt;Family wanting a home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so whinny.&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry for making you feel like this was all your fault.&amp;nbsp; You work so hard for us and I know you are trying your best.&amp;nbsp; It's not your fault that there are stupid people out there who don't keep their word and bait you in just to let you go again.&amp;nbsp; You are more than capable of building us an amazing home, I just wish other people could see that.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we rethink this AGAIN.&amp;nbsp; Whatever we do, we'll do it together and it'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-157087042217541916?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/157087042217541916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=157087042217541916&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/157087042217541916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/157087042217541916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-letters.html' title='Tuesday Letters'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8125637091311602591</id><published>2010-11-03T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:20:53.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Reminder . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzfEH0UPEBo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzfEH0UPEBo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna come watch it with us? 15 More days People!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8125637091311602591?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8125637091311602591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8125637091311602591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8125637091311602591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8125637091311602591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-reminder.html' title='Just A Reminder . . .'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6474900442763154520</id><published>2010-11-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:32:14.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up on the Story of Us</title><content type='html'>I sit here in my cozy little rental house wondering what to blog about.&amp;nbsp; So many events, so many topics.&amp;nbsp; So I'll write about what's on my mind right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been filled with a roller coaster of emotions.&amp;nbsp; Back in February, Kevin and I discussed selling our house and building a new one.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think we needed to.&amp;nbsp; Our house was small, but it was ours and we made room for what we needed.&amp;nbsp; Sure it was cluttered and cramped, but it wasn't unbearable.&amp;nbsp; We pushed the thoughts aside until after Spring Break in April.&amp;nbsp; The topic came up again.&amp;nbsp; This time I was really leaning towards Kevin's idea.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling cramped and claustrophobic in our little house.&amp;nbsp; We need more space.&amp;nbsp; After a couple of nights of prayer, I ran to Lowe's one mid-April morning, bought a For Sale By Owner sign and stuck it in the yard.&amp;nbsp; I made up a little flyer and I was ready! So I thought.&amp;nbsp; After only 4 showings and 10 days "on the market" we received an offer for our full asking price and we took it.&amp;nbsp; WHAT?!&amp;nbsp; I honestly thought it would take us at least 3-4 months to sell.&amp;nbsp; 10 DAYS!!&amp;nbsp; Suddenly my head was spinning and there was no more order in my life.&amp;nbsp; We had to pack up and clean out 7 years worth of stuff.&amp;nbsp; Of course I put things off until the very end and was rushing at the end of June to get moved out and moved in to our rental house.&amp;nbsp; We were lucky to find this place.&amp;nbsp; Occupancy rates were at 99% and I was having a hard time finding a place for us to live where we didn't have to change schools and move too far away.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine from high school got married at about the same time we needed to move.&amp;nbsp; She read my plea on Facebook to anyone who knew of a place to rent out in our current school district.&amp;nbsp; She was moving in with her new husband and was trying to decide whether to sell or rent her house.&amp;nbsp; It worked out for us all and now here we are, a family of 5 in 1100 sq ft.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the new house?&amp;nbsp; This is where ALL of my stress and frustration lies.&amp;nbsp; I was so naive.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be so easy.&amp;nbsp; Boy was I wrong.&amp;nbsp; Sure, it would be easy if we went to a builder like everyone else and picked a lot, chose package A, B or C, and wala! The house would be complete.&amp;nbsp; WE decided that we could build the house on our own and get a bigger house for less money and have more room.&amp;nbsp; 3/4 of an acre!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Can you hear the bankers laughing at us?&amp;nbsp; I had no idea the red tape and hoops that we would be jumping through to get this thing going.&amp;nbsp; It has been such a long process.&amp;nbsp; No one tells you what you need to do.&amp;nbsp; It's all been trial and error for us.&amp;nbsp; Just when we think we've got everything they want turned in and filled out, they find another document that they are missing or a step we forgot.&amp;nbsp; I wish they had a check list.&amp;nbsp; I'm good with lists.&amp;nbsp; I make one for myself everyday!!&amp;nbsp; Give me a list of documents and permits that you need and I'll get it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 months since we moved into our rental and we are still waiting.&amp;nbsp; Now, as far as i know, they have everything they need, the loan has been approved and now we are waiting for the appraiser to say we can build the house at the price we have come up with (after a month of chasing down tons of bids).&amp;nbsp; The lady at the bank said we'd know in 3 weeks.&amp;nbsp; It's been a week and a half.&amp;nbsp; SO many times throughout this 4 months I've said, "I'm done."&amp;nbsp; Let's just build or buy a house they easy way.&amp;nbsp; This is too hard!!&amp;nbsp; Luckily, Kevin does not give up that easily and when times are tough, he fights harder.&amp;nbsp; I thank him for that.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to be in my new house by Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I hoping for Easter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been AWESOME through this whole process.&amp;nbsp; Not one complaint. Not once.&amp;nbsp; I've been the whiny one complaining for 4 months.&amp;nbsp; They share one bedroom.&amp;nbsp; All three of them, 1 boy 2 girls in 1 small bedroom.&amp;nbsp; They have adjusted to the new neighborhood and made lots of new friends.&amp;nbsp; They ride the bus to school and are enjoying our new ward/church family.&amp;nbsp; I have been the exact opposite of them in practically every way.&amp;nbsp; They are such good examples to me and I am SO thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to get a real answer in the next week and a half.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping we can take our shovels down to our little piece of land and start digging before Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; I will be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6474900442763154520?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6474900442763154520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6474900442763154520&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6474900442763154520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6474900442763154520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/catching-up-on-story-of-us.html' title='Catching Up on the Story of Us'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8764885932586477313</id><published>2010-10-15T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:05:38.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TLkxZCse36I/AAAAAAAAAw4/NtxALB_RHvo/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TLkxZCse36I/AAAAAAAAAw4/NtxALB_RHvo/s320/001.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&amp;nbsp; A post by Amy?&amp;nbsp; Nooooo.&amp;nbsp; Yep. It's true.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With the boys away hunting and the girls in bed, what else is there to do?&amp;nbsp; I've been away for a LONG time.&amp;nbsp; I'm not promising an everyday post, but I hope to MAKE the time to hop on here a lot more often.&amp;nbsp; I like it.&amp;nbsp; I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I've enjoyed catching up on all your wonderful posts.&amp;nbsp; I've missed SO much.&amp;nbsp; I have TONS to blog about, but for tonight, I hope you enjoyed a peek at Kelsie's very successful first ever Pre-School Field Trip to the Pumpkin Patch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8764885932586477313?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8764885932586477313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8764885932586477313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8764885932586477313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8764885932586477313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-field-trip.html' title='First Field Trip'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TLkxZCse36I/AAAAAAAAAw4/NtxALB_RHvo/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5913602099631809651</id><published>2010-03-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:40:23.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla vs the tailgate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*WARNING - This post may not be for those with weak stomachs. There are pictures that may be too much for some people.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As many of you know, we had a little accident in our home last Wednesday. Gosh, has it really been a week already? Well, it may be a week late, but here is the story of my brave little girl and her trip to the ER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Wednesday was pretty much just like any other Wednesday. Got the kids off to school, ran a few errands with Kelsie, had lunch with Kevin and went home to wait for the kiddos to get home from school on early release day. Our plan for after school was to head over to Lindsay's house to work on some Destination Imagination stuff (That's a whole post in itself for another day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was waiting in my kitchen, making sure I had all of my supplies together, I looked at the clock and I knew they should be walking in the door any minute. After a few minutes, I heard a scream. I stopped and listened. I heard Jacob's voice yell, "Mom there is lots of blood!" What?! I ran to the front door an opened it. Standing in front of me was my beautiful six year old daughter with blood streaming down her face. It was like a scene from a horror movie. Literally. There was blood in her eyes in her nose in her mouth, everywhere. I screamed. Jacob screamed. Kelsie stood frightened. What the heck happened?! Did she get hit by a car? Did someone throw a rock at her? Did someone push her down? Did she fall? WHAT?! It finally came to me that I should do something. Jacob and I are the LAST two people you want with you in an emergency situation. We both panic very easily. I get my wits about me enough to run Kayla into the bathroom and bark at Jacob to call his dad. I grab a washcloth and turn on the faucet and try to figure out where the blood is coming from. There is SO much blood!! I never knew how bad head wounds bled until last Wednesday. Jacob comes running into the bathroom and says that Kevin is not answering his phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally think to ask Jacob what happened. Kayla is really crying this whole time. He proceeds to tell me that they were just walking home together and Kayla decided to start running home when they were near our driveway. She starts running, Jacob stays behind and the next thing he knows she is screaming. She had ran directly into the tailgate from Kevin's truck that had been left down the night before when we were unloading DI stuff from the truck. We NEVER leave the tailgate down. Stupid thing is that I saw it earlier that morning as I was leaving to run my errands and I thought, "Huh, the tailgate is down. We never leave it down." Kevin, too saw it when he was home and thought about closing it but rushed off to work. If only we had listened to those little prompting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAY, I see the 1 1/2 inch long laceration in her forehead. The source of all the blood. We apply pressure to the spot with the wash cloth and clean up the rest of her face. By now I have re-dialed Kevin and he answers. I bark at him to get home asap, we have an emergency. Luckily he was not too far from our house and rushed right home. I take another peak at her forehead. The second I remove the washcloth it starts to gush with blood again and I am shocked as to how wide and deep this laceration really is. Even though my daughter is bleeding, I still have DI on the brain so I call Lindsay to tell her that we will not be coming over, we have had an accident. I don't remember what I said to her, except that I felt really panicked and I was kind of freaking out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kevin gets home, we hop in my car and we drive to Kadlec's ER. They take her back after about 15 minutes. By this time the blood has stopped, thank goodness, and the nurse is able to REALLY see the gash in her head. Kayla makes a comment about how now she will look like Harry Potter and we all laugh. Typical Kayla. They agree that she will need stitches. They put some lidacain ointment on her and tell us they will be back in 30 minutes. So Kayla took this opportunity to literally chill in the hospital bed. Kick back, remote in her hand, watching Sponge Bob. No worries. Cool and calm, just like her dad. Jake and I are still freaking out about the whole thing. Doctors comes in, Jake and I step out. I hear him tell her he may have to inject a little more numbing medicine. Uh oh. Jake and I take a walk. About 10-15 minutes later we wander back and they are all done. That's it? Yep. Kevin said she just laid there with her hands behind her head. The doctor started stitching and he asked her if it hurt and she said just a little, and he kept going. He did not use any more medication, just the topical ointment. Kayla is a ROCK STAR, she is my hero. She hops off the bed and out the door. We get into the car and start on our way home and she asks, "Can I play with my friends when I get home?" I tell her she may need to lay down and take it easy after all you just got 7 stitches!! We get home and I try to give her some Tylenol and she refuses. She gets bored on the couch and runs off to play. Really?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is so much like her father in that way. I would have milked it as long as I could have, not her. It was a waste of her time to be laid up for an hour or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there is our story of Kayla vs. the tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DMT8MAMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sL9evh8FAH0/s1600-h/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444292509583540418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DMT8MAMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sL9evh8FAH0/s400/030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DMtil_QI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ruEO5Q9WmZU/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444292516455513346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DMtil_QI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ruEO5Q9WmZU/s400/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DM4XvGiI/AAAAAAAAAus/GSf0MMIcrwA/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444292519362763298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DM4XvGiI/AAAAAAAAAus/GSf0MMIcrwA/s400/032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DNcOkigI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L-Msg0XEV08/s1600-h/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444292528987998722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DNcOkigI/AAAAAAAAAu0/L-Msg0XEV08/s400/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5913602099631809651?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5913602099631809651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5913602099631809651&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5913602099631809651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5913602099631809651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/kayla-vs-tailgate.html' title='Kayla vs the tailgate'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S44DMT8MAMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/sL9evh8FAH0/s72-c/030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-919917746866093702</id><published>2010-02-02T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:36:43.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCENTSY 10% OFF SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S2h-myEFEGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/AxQMUHZgoWk/s1600-h/10%25+Off+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433732155161514082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S2h-myEFEGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/AxQMUHZgoWk/s400/10%25+Off+Pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION SCENTSY FANS!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;February is the perfect time to STOCK UP on all of your favorite SCENTSY products. To make room for our exciting, NEW Spring/Summer 2010 products, everything in the Fall/Winter 2009 catalog will be offered at a 10% discount for the month of February. (Some exclusions do apply) Check my web site at &lt;a href="http://www.amyo.scentsy.us/"&gt;http://www.amyo.scentsy.us/&lt;/a&gt; for a list of the current fragrances and warmers that will be DISCONTINUED come March 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Call me and let's set up a Scentsy Open House or Basket Party!! They are lots of fun and you can earn FREE product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scent of the Month - VANILLA SUEDE - Classic, comforting vanilla combined with rich amber and hints of sandalwood and spice - a cozy and subtly masculine fragrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Warmer of the Month - PAWS - Animal lovers everywhere can now express their affection for their furry friends and add beautiful Scentsy fragrance to their homes at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-919917746866093702?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/919917746866093702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=919917746866093702&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/919917746866093702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/919917746866093702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/scentsy-10-off-sale.html' title='SCENTSY 10% OFF SALE'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/S2h-myEFEGI/AAAAAAAAAuU/AxQMUHZgoWk/s72-c/10%25+Off+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7935592880461793594</id><published>2010-01-29T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:09:09.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Getaway Giveaway!!</title><content type='html'>WOW!! Go &lt;a href="http://www.rachelthurston.com/blog/?p=1860&amp;amp;cpage=2#comment-3415"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.rachelthurston.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the most amazing giveaway I have ever seen!! Seriously. Browse around and you'll find some really great work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a SUPER GREAT weekend!! Mine has started by getting my butt kicked by Kelsie in Candy Land, making brownies with Jacob, and dancing all around the kitchen to 'FOREVER' with Kayla. Add a movie and some popcorn or a Chiawana Basketball game (we are still undecided) with Kevin and this weekend is off to a SPECTACULAR start!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7935592880461793594?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7935592880461793594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7935592880461793594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7935592880461793594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7935592880461793594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/getaway-giveaway.html' title='A Getaway Giveaway!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-94507002590548650</id><published>2010-01-13T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:00:56.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it is now the 13th Day of 2010 on this is my first post of the new year. What's up with that? I use to be a devout blogger and blog follower, I am not sure what as happened. I think I need to learn some time management or maybe I have been spending my time on more important things than blogging. Is that possible? Yeah, I think it is. Maybe not as fun but possible. I have numerous things to say, not to anyone in particular, just things I need to jot down for myself, to help me make sense of my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been analyzing myself since the beginning of the new year, maybe a little too much actually. I have some things to work on. I need to be a better friend. I need to just randomly show up and say "Hey, how are ya?" I need to make those phone calls to keep connected and to start getting better connected with those people in my life that uplift me and that I want in my life. I need to serve more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I have been such a Debbie Downer lately. I feed off of positive energy and I try to create my own, but there are times, lots of them lately, that no matter what I try there is negativity slapping me in the face. I don't like that at all. I like to smile and laugh and be happy. It takes too much energy to be mad or in a bad mood, but I feel like that cloud is just hanging over me. Hopefully there will be a change in the weather &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or a new house built quickly)&lt;/span&gt; very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been overwhelmed by the amazing women in my ward. They have no idea how much I NEED them. I love seeing each of them on Sundays. I recently was given the new calling of Compassionate Services Leader. I truly thought it was just setting up meals for families who just had new babies born. Boy was I wrong! There is so much more to it than that, and I am loving my new calling. It's keeping me busy, but the love and willingness to serve from the sisters in this ward is seriously overwhelming. If your phone rings and my name shows up on your caller ID and you live in my ward, I will probably be asking you to serve in some capacity, or maybe just to say hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love my kids. They are simply heaven sent angels. When that cloud is raining on me, you can bet that those three can blow it away. With their sparkling eyes, amazing laughter and unconditional love, they let me know why everyday is a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's in the water. Babies everywhere. From dear little Eva to dashing little Jeremiah and so many more in between, what's a girl to do? I try to love on them and hold them and then give them back. Problem is sometimes I want to take them home with me. Everyone keeps asking me if you are "done" yet. To be honest, I don't know. One thing I do know is everyone tells me to go to the Temple for my answer. I know they are right, but I have a feeling that whatever the answer is I probably won't like it at first. I don't think that I am ready to take this question to the Temple yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One word: LAZY. I have been soo lazy so far this year. What is the deal! I despise getting up in the mornings. I am not really a morning person. I have been taking late showers thus starting my day later and later. I don't want to do those little things around the house that I know should get done but don't necessarily need to get done. It's really sad that I get winded just carrying the laundry basket from my bedroom to the laundry room. My body is not happy with me. I am out of shape and a few pounds overweight. I am not happy with me. I feel icky. I don't like running in the cold, winter months.  I only run March through September.  I can't afford to join a gym, or maybe it's an excuse, I don't know.  I have some really great workout DVD's and Yoga DVD's that I really love, but again, I am lazy.  To use them would mean to get up early all on my own and actually do them.  I need to put on my running shoes and just run. I need to challenge myself again. I need CAMI to say she's gonna pick me up in the morning because that was the only reason I got out of bed at 5:30 in the morning. I want something to train for, something to look forward to. I want to feel like I am gonna puke and my legs to feel like jello from a good run. Did I really just say that? I guess I did. And you know, I think I really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I am going to start being really selective about where I volunteer my time. I feel that I have said yes one too many times and I am spreading myself way too thin. All the things I have going on right now are just about enough. I don't think I will be taking on any other roles for now. I will finish out what I have started and then not replace that hat with a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to reconnect with my husband. Can I just say right now I have THE BEST husband ever. He knows me so well. We annoy Ashley when we finish each others thoughts and sentences. The girls love to giggle and point when they see us acting like Troy and Gabriella, their words not mine. But since we have had "roommates" for the past 4 1/2 months, things have changed, not in a bad way, just different. He's a trooper, not many men could deal with the in-laws for that long. Hopefully just a little while longer. I am thinking of taking him away for Valentines Day or maybe his birthday in March. Nothing fancy, just an over night trip, somewhere not too far away. Portland? Idaho somewhere? Spokane? Chelan? Even Tri-Cities? Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just a little randomness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-94507002590548650?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/94507002590548650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=94507002590548650&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/94507002590548650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/94507002590548650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-random.html' title='So Random'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-2641562333817367733</id><published>2009-12-28T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:48:14.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hear The Angels Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5be8431c7e64bb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2641562333817367733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=2641562333817367733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2641562333817367733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2641562333817367733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hear-angels-voices.html' title='Oh Hear The Angels Voices'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-2793380922728223271</id><published>2009-12-22T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:58:11.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here we are, three days before Christmas, and I have accomplished a lot, but yet there is so much left to do. Gifts still need wrapped, which means I will probably pull my usual all-nighter on Christmas Eve, and a couple gifts that still need to be purchased.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a Family Meeting last night to discuss our plans for Christmas. We are so blessed to have family very close to us on both sides so the Holidays are always a schedule juggle. Jacob, who is still holding on to the magic of Christmas with his heart even though I think his brain is telling him otherwise, really wants to wake up here, at home, on Christmas morning. We usually juggle Christmas by spending the 24th with my family, spending the night of Christmas Eve at Kevin's parents house, and then waking up Christmas morning with Kevin's family. This all meant that Santa had to come to our house on the night of the 23rd and we would open his gifts Christmas Eve morning. This worked out fine in years past, but this year Jacob is not buying it. So we will be staying home and waiting for Santa to come on Christmas Eve. Christmas morning I am sure will be a mad rush of excitement with opening gifts then quickly getting dressed and ready to drive to Warden for the day, then Moses Lake for the evening, but I am sure that great memories will be made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My original plan to spread Christmas cheer with the gift of homemade tamales was a bust. My mom and I could not workout  a schedule where we were both home, ALL DAY, on a Saturday to make our yummy gifts.  We were both feeling bad that this was not able to be done, so we are hoping that maybe we can get them done as New Years gifts.  Until then, we hope some of you will enjoy our treats that we whipped up quickly for you.  Merry Christmas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am enjoying having my kids home for break.  We spent all day yesterday playing LOTERIA, Mexican Bingo, and we had so much fun.  Kelsie is the bingo queen!!  She won so many times and she LOVES yelling BINGO when she does win.  Lots of giggles and playful bickering and great memories were created on day one - Now on to day two!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashley is also home from college for break.  She is currently asleep on my couch, such is the life of a college student, and I am using her laptop.  My whole family is literally HOME for the holidays.  My parents and  Ashley are patiently waiting for their NEW HOME to be built.  It'll be about 90 days, and their new home will be ready for them.  They are very excited to pick out all of the fun stuff that comes with building a new home, like carpet and paint and appliances.  Jacob's favorite things about this are 1) He'll have his room back and 2) My parents house is being built right around the corner from his two friends CARSON and TYLER.  He thinks this is the coolest thing ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Sunday at church was perfect.  All the right words were spoken and the right feelings were present.  I was surrounded by sisters who I love and the ones who were not actually in the building, I could feel because of their amazing strength and awesome examples that they are to me.  Thank you all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-2793380922728223271?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2793380922728223271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=2793380922728223271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2793380922728223271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2793380922728223271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts-before-christmas.html' title='Random thoughts before Christmas'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-9052325352628303667</id><published>2009-12-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:09:41.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is My FIRST Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it's true. Kelsie is 3 years old and had her very first haircut ever yesterday. Kelsie is well known for her beautiful, curly hair with ringlets that go on for days. I love her hair - except for every morning that I have to tame her fro from all of the tangles of her bedhead. I should buy stock in the Suave Detangler Spray, but Kelsie is a champ. She sits there everyday and lets me do whatever I want to her hair. Some days I don't hear a peep from her as I am combing out her locks, other days she peeps a lots. I decided in recent weeks that it is time for a knew do for Kelsie. Nothing drastic, just trim off all of her uneven baby hair and update her look. Kelsie, however, was not on board with my plan. She would simply just tell me NO when I would suggest a haircut. Fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Thursday, Kelsie and I were driving around town on errands and she said to me, out of the blue, "Mommy, it's time for my haircut." Really? I told her that I thought that was a great idea, only problem was she wanted to go RIGHT NOW and that wasn't on my scheduled day. I convinced her to wait a few more days and she agreed. Yesterday, was THE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVHbMTRpI/AAAAAAAAAts/Agk4VhvqpEI/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883244192351890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVHbMTRpI/AAAAAAAAAts/Agk4VhvqpEI/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really wanted to take her to a friend of mine who is a FABULOUS hairstylist, but Kayla had told Kelsie about Monkee Dooz and Kelsie's mind and heart were made up. She was very excited to go there. On the drive there she says to me, "Can we go there later, not right now?" I told her we had to go now because we had an appointment. I could tell she was nervous. This is a picture of Kelsie waiting for her turn. She was happy and smiley. That all changed VERY QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVHJOah6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/cmemZJ7oLHM/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883239369377698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVHJOah6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/cmemZJ7oLHM/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is as they are laying her down to get her hair washed. She was so apprehensive and nervous. Her whole body stiffened up and there were no more smiles and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVG7egxtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Dz4oh6jUgJg/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415883235678799570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVG7egxtI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Dz4oh6jUgJg/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They asked her what kind of shampoo she wanted. Chocolate, Raspberry, Orange, Blueberry, Coconut, Bubblegum, WOW! No response from Kelsie. She would not speak. She would only shake her head yes or no at me. She chose Raspberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU5CcaNDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xgLFEJy0i2o/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882997030859826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU5CcaNDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xgLFEJy0i2o/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was happy when that was over, but still no smiles or any reactions at all. Stiff and still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU42iaQzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UWtcCSfnyXw/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882993834804018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU42iaQzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UWtcCSfnyXw/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was pretty excited about the Barbie Jeep she got to sit in. She really liked the penguins on the cape she was wearing. Isn't she so cute, even with no emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU4ZnWgVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Am47qdSQ0eo/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882986070901074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU4ZnWgVI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Am47qdSQ0eo/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These WERE her beautiful curls. It was SO long. It stretched right down to the top of her bum. I was sad and excited both. When the hairstylist asked me how short I wanted it I asked her to go to her shoulder blades. She informed me that would be about SIX INCHES!! WHAT!? That kinda freaked me out so I changed my mind. How about 3 inches. Sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU4D9kz4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/DRiDySbtlLA/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882980258533250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU4D9kz4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/DRiDySbtlLA/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first snip, getting rid of her baby hair. ((TEAR))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU3lbrKWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QJwwrMVhk5Q/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882972063279458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykU3lbrKWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QJwwrMVhk5Q/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, I am holding 3 inches of curl and showing it to Kelsie. She obviously is NOT amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUfD9nI9I/AAAAAAAAAss/s-PVUNrtJwg/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882550761956306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUfD9nI9I/AAAAAAAAAss/s-PVUNrtJwg/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a little bit of layers to give her a little bit of volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUeX04HpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0BoNZLvpcr8/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882538914160274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUeX04HpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0BoNZLvpcr8/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember, this was Kelsie's idea and she looks like someone just broke her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUeCa5cXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OlAONT6lutw/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882533168050546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUeCa5cXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OlAONT6lutw/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder what she is thinking here? My little baby, growing up right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUdrtk3QI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wfe-PLCSXg4/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882527072378114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUdrtk3QI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wfe-PLCSXg4/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADA!!! This is the finished result. I told you it was nothing drastic, but it was enough for Kelsie and me, too. She still has some curl left, but I fear, the more haircuts she gets, the more curl we cut off and then I will not have those long beautiful ringlets anymore. It's pretty much growing in wavy, not curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUdLyuAnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/pwZ94Q_KIZc/s1600-h/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882518504014450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykUdLyuAnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/pwZ94Q_KIZc/s320/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They finished her off with a cute Topsy-tail and some sparkles, but not even those would make her smile. Don't you just LOVE that face!! Of course, after we left and met daddy for lunch, she was all smiles and giggles again. She told everyone about her FUN haircut. Her version of the story is a little different than what I witnessed, but that was her take on it I guess. She did admit to Kayla that it was a little scary but then she said she can't wait to do it again. Not for a long while Kelsie. She was flipping her hair around all night long, it was so cute to watch. I hope now that combing and styling her hair everyday won't be such a chore for either one of us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-9052325352628303667?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9052325352628303667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=9052325352628303667&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/9052325352628303667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/9052325352628303667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-first.html' title='All I want for Christmas is My FIRST Haircut'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SykVHbMTRpI/AAAAAAAAAts/Agk4VhvqpEI/s72-c/Kelsie%27s+1st+Haircut+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1321764898913979149</id><published>2009-12-15T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:40:02.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' The Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am totally loving this Christmas Season. New babies, friendly faces and my children who teach me everyday what the true reason for Christmas is. After running some Christmas errands yesterday, I came home to find THREE plates of goodies that were left by some of the best friends I could ever ask for. I was speechless. Let me tell you my friends can BAKE!! They were all so yummy. NO! I did not eat them all, I just sampled a little from each plate:) It also reminded me that I need to get started on my goody giving! Time is running out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going from store to store, I encountered TONS of really nice and friendly people out there. In fact, I don't think anyone was rude or unfriendly at all. This really shocked me because I can usually count on coming home with some story about how rude or impolite someone was to me or someone else while I was in town, not this year, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the weather. Yeah, it's been frigid, but it's winter, it's suppose to be cold. We are very happy about the tiny bit of snow we have so far and hope to get lots more. Call me crazy, but I am looking forward to the kids being out of school next week and hope to get some good play time in the snow in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this winter ROCKS so far!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1321764898913979149?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1321764898913979149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1321764898913979149&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1321764898913979149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1321764898913979149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/feelin-love.html' title='Feelin&apos; The Love'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7412046719036054329</id><published>2009-12-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:33:33.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight - Mormon Style</title><content type='html'>Thanks SO much to &lt;a href="http://4bsinapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;HEATHER&lt;/a&gt; for posting this video. ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8009598&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8009598&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8009598"&gt;Twilight Years&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2751266"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7412046719036054329?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7412046719036054329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7412046719036054329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7412046719036054329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7412046719036054329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/twilight-mormon-style.html' title='Twilight - Mormon Style'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-2072489145281825524</id><published>2009-12-03T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:13:20.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you FEEL IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can, and I really needed to. I'm talking about Christmas and the wonderful spirit and feeling that it brings with it. After Thanksgiving, none of us could wait to get out our Christmas decor and spread it through out the house. There was only one problem - The Tree. For the past three years we have used an artificial tree and it worked out just fine. Some people have very strong feelings of fake vs. real, but for me it's always kind of been whatever is easiest for that year. Our little artificial tree has been great and served it's purpose and was beautiful every year. This year however, I needed something more, and I KNEW it started with the tree. I know that this year I need to feel ALL of the spirit of Christmas, the real Christmas not the commercial one. We headed out to the local nursery on RD 68 as a family in search of the PERFECT tree for us. We each had an idea of what we wanted. Kelsie even took a picture form an ad in Sunday's paper to make sure we got the right one. The man at the nursery was so nice and helpful and I could tell that he knew how important this was to all of us. He showed us the different trees on the lot and each one was either too small, too big, had a bald spot, too skinny. It was cute to watch the kids walk from tree to tree and form their opinion, Kelsie with her picture in hand comparing each one. It took all of about 20 minutes, and there it was. Everyone ooooed and awwwed because we had found our tree. It was so exciting! We loaded it up in the truck and took her home. Once we got home we found that our perfect tree fit perfectly in our front window and it was time to start the trimming of the tree. One small problem - NO LIGHTS. You see, our artificial tree came pre-lit so we had no lights for our tree. Kevin and I run off to Wal-Mart and found lights and a new tree topper, rushed home and then started the decorating. We had such a good time! Kelsie was just so giddy and giggly I couldn't help but smile the entire night. My mom helped me find the right spots to display Christmas splendor throughout the house. It was great! Since Monday, I have loved the feeling in our home, I hope it lasts all of December and well into the new year. I love it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas music playing 24/7 in the house and car. There is no way you can feel anything but happy when you have Christmas music playing. Love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frosty, cold weather that makes you break out the gloves, hats and scarves. I even had to scrape my windshield before taking Kayla to school this morning - and I enjoyed it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing Christmas Hymns in church on Sunday. I can't sing, and I try not too sing too loud on any normal Sunday, but this month I will sing out loud, so I apologize in advance to any of you sitting within earshot of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelsie woke up the morning after we decorated the house and saw me putting the tubs away and screamed in protest because she thought I was going to put everything away. I assured her I wasn't and she was okay. Every morning she runs into the front room to check on the tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whether it is politically correct or not, I will be wishing everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The SCENT of Christmas.  Cinnamon, evergreens, peppermint.  It also helps that I have all of my Scentsy warmers going and it smells oh so amazing in here!!  If you need some, come visit me, I have a few on hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking! Good thing I lost a little weight before now because I am pretty sure it's all coming back. My mom and I have decided to make tamales as a Christmas treat for ourselves and for those friends that we love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basketball. Yes, I said basketball. I absolutely LOVE to watch a good college basketball game with my husband and it all starts in December. Last nights Zags victory over WSU had Kevin beaming!! We think WSU is great, as long as they are not playing against Gonzaga. Kevin is a die hard Zags fan and has been for years and years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've scaled back on the gifts this year and we are very happy about it. The kids are on board with our plans for service and giving and we have been feeling that little something extra in our hearts. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to try and be more Christlike. Be forgiving and patient. For me, this is a challenge, after all I am still human and a very stubborn one. I am trying to love those who offend me and try not to let other people bring me down. I choose to love and be happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you feel that same thing in the air that I do. It fills up my heart and makes me smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-2072489145281825524?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2072489145281825524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=2072489145281825524&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2072489145281825524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2072489145281825524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can you FEEL IT?'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5707249797783830580</id><published>2009-11-11T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:36:12.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, many of the local schools held Veterans Day assemblies. As I knew would happen eventually, having kids in two different schools, the two schools we attend had their assemblies at the same time. Because Jacob was participating in the assembly at his school I had to tell Miss Kayla that I would not be coming to her assembly, she was not happy but she understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and the rest of his 3rd grade class gave a presentation about Veterans Day and why we celebrate it, and he was also asked to be part of the Color Guard along with all the other Cub Scouts and Girl Scouts in the 3rd grade. He was very excited to have the opportunity to do this at school. He got dressed for school in his Cub Scout uniform and rode the bus to school while Kelsie, Grandpa JR and I drove to the school and met him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited to go to the assembly and watch Jacob and all of his friends be part of the Color Guard. I was a proud mama with my camera in hand and I was just so excited to hear his part of the presentation and watch him do his part. That's all I was there for, that was the only thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpMmLPvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/vUZCdmTiwKk/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931577414696690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpMmLPvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/vUZCdmTiwKk/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a picture of Jacob and his classmates and fellow Cub Scouts before the assembly. Aren't they so cute!! We are very fortunate to be in a class that consist of mostly boys who happen to have a lot of things in common. This is a great group of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpY9HjeI/AAAAAAAAArE/NfCxl4PIiAk/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931580732149218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpY9HjeI/AAAAAAAAArE/NfCxl4PIiAk/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, their teacher was lining them up and making sure that they all knew what they were suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpkQQEoI/AAAAAAAAArM/-8tXeFBzsCw/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931583765189250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpkQQEoI/AAAAAAAAArM/-8tXeFBzsCw/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpxEPmrI/AAAAAAAAArU/Y4jcM8uTpRQ/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931587204487858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpxEPmrI/AAAAAAAAArU/Y4jcM8uTpRQ/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a man in Uniform!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRqC32QsI/AAAAAAAAArc/gYMfVm80Rl8/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402931591984333506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRqC32QsI/AAAAAAAAArc/gYMfVm80Rl8/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, Jacob is waiting his turn for his part of the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsSDqfB5RI/AAAAAAAAArk/9DzrI_SnJaY/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932032114386194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsSDqfB5RI/AAAAAAAAArk/9DzrI_SnJaY/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his part very well. He was afraid he would forget what he was suppose to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsSD4kVlgI/AAAAAAAAArs/cDHitsZJ-dQ/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932035894744578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsSD4kVlgI/AAAAAAAAArs/cDHitsZJ-dQ/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A strange thing happened during the assembly. I forgot that the ONLY reason I went was to watch my son take part and take some pictures. I forgot that the reason he was participating in this assembly was in honor of Veterans Day and all of the brave men and women who make our way of life possible for us. I was quickly reminded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the start of the assembly, before the color guard came in, they had the guests of honor all walk in. They were invited there by the children of the school, mothers, fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, aunts, uncles &amp;amp; friends. As they walked in we all stood and clapped. As they filed in some of them were overwhelmed and began to cry, then I started to get teary eyed. The school put on a wonderful assembly. The guests of honor all introduced themselves and the child who invited them there. It was very touching to hear each one of them speak. One of the grandfathers even presented his granddaughter with his Purple Heart, it was very moving. I instantly thought, why did I not ask Jacob's grandpa Ed and Uncle Nick to come as guests? Why did I not submit the photo of our dear friend Jeremiah who was killed in Iraq a month before his 21st birthday or Jacob's Great Grandpa Cox. I think it was because I was too busy being a proud mama and forgot to be a proud American Citizen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The assembly continued with an invited young Marine telling his story. You have to remember this was a gym full of children grades K-5, and every one of them was completely respectful and captivated by our guest speaker. I was moved to tears, luckily I wasn't the only one. After the speaker, the children sang some beautiful patriotic songs as they played a slide show. The pictures and images in the slide show of both past and present Veterans and scenes of war completely touched me and reminded me of why I was there. It wasn't just to take pictures of my handsome son in his uniform, it was to honor ans respect all of the brave men and women who fight our our freedom and liberty. They closed the slide show singing Lee Greenwood's &lt;em&gt;Proud to Be an American&lt;/em&gt;. That song gets me every time. I saw so many children and parents moved to tears. There was a feeling of American Pride and unity in the gym. It was awesome. I am thankful to have gone to that assembly and to be reminded of why I have the opportunity to have my some attend a public school and he a part of the Cub Scouts and worship religiously as we know is true. Next year I will remember why I am really attending the assembly and make sure to invite those that deserve to be honored for their service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsSEFPQjLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/W4rKnzgbuIY/s1600-h/Vets+Assembly+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402932039295995058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsSEFPQjLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/W4rKnzgbuIY/s320/Vets+Assembly+09+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the kids got home from school, we talked about the assembly and they both thought of them. Kayla said her assembly was so awesome. I wasn't there, but for a first grader to come home and say that, it must have been great. Jacob said to me, "Mom, that assembly made me want to be a Marine." I paused for a long time. I wasn't sure how to respond. As his mother I am thinking are you crazy!! No way!! As a proud American I am thinking, thank you. I just simply said, "Well talk about when you are older and if you still feel that way, we will talk about it some more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today at 11:00 Jacob made sure that we took 2 minutes to pause and remember those who gave their lives for our freedom. It was a great lesson to me that this was something that he had learned and felt very strongly about. Again, back to being a proud mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you to all the men and women who serve so bravely for our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jeremiah W. Schmunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsdpjNjDrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lw9CWRm2ej8/s1600-h/jeremiahschmunk01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402944777624948402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsdpjNjDrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lw9CWRm2ej8/s400/jeremiahschmunk01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1983-2004&lt;br /&gt;Branch of Military:Army&lt;br /&gt;Rank:Spc.&lt;br /&gt;Unit: Company C, 1st Battalion, 161st Infantry Regiment, 1st Cavalry&lt;br /&gt;Unit's Base: Moses Lake, Wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeofremembrance.org/schmunk.aspx"&gt;http://www.timeofremembrance.org/schmunk.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5707249797783830580?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5707249797783830580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5707249797783830580&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5707249797783830580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5707249797783830580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvsRpMmLPvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/vUZCdmTiwKk/s72-c/Vets+Assembly+09+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5906663142048369339</id><published>2009-11-04T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:04:55.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Jelly &amp; Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Father, like daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-IYXHrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Qqu5qEr1ubk/s1600-h/232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400432747130330802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-IYXHrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Qqu5qEr1ubk/s400/232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's favorite and only meal as a child was good ol' PB&amp;amp;J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, she just renamed it.  It's not Peanut Butter and Jelly, it's Peanut JELLY &amp;amp; Butter.  And she WILL let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-U8SwVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YDwKKXNIpHo/s1600-h/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400432750502265170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-U8SwVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YDwKKXNIpHo/s400/231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime of day or night, this is her request. Only now, she wants to make it "my ownself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-gpUVmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/u_7zUkawumE/s1600-h/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400432753643902562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-gpUVmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/u_7zUkawumE/s400/233.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't worry, it's just a butter knife. I think she licks more off of the butter knife than actually gets on the bread. Kevin says he has NEVER tasted a PB&amp;amp;J so good as when Kelsie makes them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5906663142048369339?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5906663142048369339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5906663142048369339&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5906663142048369339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5906663142048369339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/peanut-jelly-butter.html' title='Peanut Jelly &amp; Butter'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SvIw-IYXHrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Qqu5qEr1ubk/s72-c/232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5794134915037098405</id><published>2009-11-02T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:27:16.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holloween 2009 - Olson Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782134479831&amp;amp;site=widget-d7.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782134479831&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/p1/216172782134479831/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782134479831&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/p2/216172782134479831/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782134479831&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-d7.slide.com/p4/216172782134479831/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5794134915037098405?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5794134915037098405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5794134915037098405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5794134915037098405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5794134915037098405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/holloween-2009-olson-style.html' title='Holloween 2009 - Olson Style'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3980933408338931855</id><published>2009-10-24T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:50:09.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Getting Ready For Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Crazy right?! Halloween hasn't even past us yet and already lots of people are looking towards Christmas!! Well there's a good reason for this post about getting ready for Christmas, particularly your Christmas decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you LOVE decorating for Chrsitmas? I do! Well this gorgeous WSU Cheerleader . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SuOdBRA4mhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UWOLQjEUU5A/s1600-h/AshWsuCheer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396329423592528402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SuOdBRA4mhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UWOLQjEUU5A/s320/AshWsuCheer4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and all of her WSU Spirit Squad members are having a Holiday Wreaths Fundraiser Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SuOfX0HFnQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/swVnFbEVLNY/s1600-h/Christmas+Wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396332009994165506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SuOfX0HFnQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/swVnFbEVLNY/s400/Christmas+Wreath.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All wreaths are 24 inches across and are decorated with juniper berries, cedar incense, pine cones and a red bow, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and are shipped in a gift box directly to you, your family and friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cost for each wreath is $35 and all orders are due by November 9.  If this is something you may be interested in, please let me know.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3980933408338931855?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3980933408338931855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3980933408338931855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3980933408338931855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3980933408338931855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/start-getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Start Getting Ready For Christmas!!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SuOdBRA4mhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UWOLQjEUU5A/s72-c/AshWsuCheer4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1925306360523126460</id><published>2009-10-19T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:36:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's and Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE having breakfast (or any meal) with amazing women that inspire me. Thanks guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE watching Major League Baseball with my boys, especially when the Yankees are losing!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE good, flavorful food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE the Internet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE a good book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE being feed Spiritually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE a good movie, cuddling on the couch with my man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE my children. They teach and inspire me everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE my sisters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE Fall and the beautiful colors it brings. You should see my wonderful little tree in my yard. It makes me SO happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE a clean house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE date night with my husband, even if it means just walking around Hastings for a few hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE the new silhouette in the mirror. It's a little thinner:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE to smile and my children's smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE having all the windows open on a day like today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE watching Ashley cheer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE making lists and checking things off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE wearing new clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE hearing Jacob tell his stories of his "best weekend ever"!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE good music and the way it makes me feel. All music - jazz, blues, hip hop, R&amp;amp;B, country, gospel, classical, alternative - all of it!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE the butterflies I still get when my husband looks at me "that way".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE knowing that my son will soon be taller than me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE forgetting important things like dropping off or picking up my children from activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE sharing. I just learned that, or maybe I am regressing to my childhood - but a little different. MY washer/dryer, MY kitchen, MY children, MY computer, MY television, MY sweet spot in the couch. . . shall I continue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE feeling helpless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE feeling needy/whinny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE being bored even though there is a lot around the house I could do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE not being crafty and inventive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE feeling like I have nothing to contribute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE feeling claustrophobic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE clutter and being unorganized even though you might not be able to tell by looking in my house right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE not knowing things I want to know right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DISLIKE that I am not very patient at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5851683815098345841</id><published>2009-09-29T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:04:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Can Do Hard things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is proof that I really was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7Z0g1FiI/AAAAAAAAApo/XixBJh2dREo/s1600-h/marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386933419067643426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7Z0g1FiI/AAAAAAAAApo/XixBJh2dREo/s320/marathon.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami, Amy, Me &amp;amp; Kristin. Happy and smiling before the race. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7ZEYn6FI/AAAAAAAAApY/V5pf3txwUnc/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386933406148323410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7ZEYn6FI/AAAAAAAAApY/V5pf3txwUnc/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is proof that I really did cross the finish line, 13.1 miles later. The clock in the picture is wrong, by the way. It kept jumping around for some reason. My official time was 2 hours 41 minutes and 55 seconds. My goal was 2 hrs 30 min. but at least I finished. This was definitely the hardest thing I have ever done. The first 7 miles weren't that bad. By the 10th mile I was DONE!! I just wanted to stop and lay in the grass and cry. I walked for a while then it was harder to get running again. When I saw the finish line I ran as fast as my legs would go then threw myself on the grass and chugged some water, breathed very heavily and cried. The best part was seeing my family and friends there at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7ZQVQIjI/AAAAAAAAApg/42NT-Argvm4/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386933409355407922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7ZQVQIjI/AAAAAAAAApg/42NT-Argvm4/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of us (I know it's kind of far away) all together at the end. You can't see it but I am stuffing my face with grapes. They never tastes so good before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my awesome running shoes are sitting at the foot of my bed feeling very lonely and empty. They just may remain that way until Spring. I think a break is what this Marathon Mommy needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5851683815098345841?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5851683815098345841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5851683815098345841&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5851683815098345841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5851683815098345841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-can-do-hard-things.html' title='I Really Can Do Hard things'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SsI7Z0g1FiI/AAAAAAAAApo/XixBJh2dREo/s72-c/marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3993751596650709361</id><published>2009-09-23T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:50:58.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 11, 1997 - September 11, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 AMAZING YEARS TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we were . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp4jkbDO-I/AAAAAAAAAog/h1HVGr1XYBU/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384748856942738402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp4jkbDO-I/AAAAAAAAAog/h1HVGr1XYBU/s320/ScannedImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we are . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp4kLBUxvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cSBHuxTUaqs/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384748867303818994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp4kLBUxvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cSBHuxTUaqs/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suited perfectly for ETERNITY, Me &amp;amp; You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 12, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kelsie Maria Olson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp5_6PN6dI/AAAAAAAAAow/o1998htJcZg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750443346651602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp5_6PN6dI/AAAAAAAAAow/o1998htJcZg/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6AQ1JpTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VNOLtRkA0W8/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750449411335474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6AQ1JpTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VNOLtRkA0W8/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6B-sFKxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/STAMRMInjGI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750478901193490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6B-sFKxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/STAMRMInjGI/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the cake that she asked for over and over . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6BWl3yPI/AAAAAAAAApI/iBKfNBID6PM/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750468137732338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6BWl3yPI/AAAAAAAAApI/iBKfNBID6PM/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I decided to take a stab at all on my own . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6A2U8dSI/AAAAAAAAApA/CSkqFmWHUgY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750459476800802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp6A2U8dSI/AAAAAAAAApA/CSkqFmWHUgY/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think turned out AWESOME according to Kelsie's smiling face and sparkling eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3993751596650709361?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3993751596650709361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3993751596650709361&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3993751596650709361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3993751596650709361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/reasons-to-celebrate.html' title='Reasons to Celebrate'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Srp4jkbDO-I/AAAAAAAAAog/h1HVGr1XYBU/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3760046439802547123</id><published>2009-09-22T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:37:15.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>I have been called out. Called out by my wonderful mother-in-law who made me realize that I have been neglecting something that I love to do. Something that I sometimes ponder on all day so I can make it just right. I am talking about my blog. Have you noticed? It's been a really long time since I have made the time to sit and tell our daily stories. I didn't think many would miss it, but I am happy to see that a few of you have been wondering just what we are doing over here. There have been lots of events flying by, just no time to blog about it. I am going to try and make the effort to get back into a routine of blogging because I like it and it makes me happy and because I want my mother-in-law to be happy, too. Here goes me playing catch up. This may not be in chronological order, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacob turned 9 in August and this was my attempt at making a cake using fondant. Thanks to the instruction and guidance of &lt;a href="http://4bsinapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sugarysweettreats.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;, I was able to come up with this. Not too bad for my first time, I think, and Jacob loved it so it was well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlIpz7quSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Wdoqg8riHJ8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384414712650447138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlIpz7quSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Wdoqg8riHJ8/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also in August, Jacob and Kayla started school. Different schools this year. Luckily they are both very happy and everything has been very smooth in making the transition to a new school and the schedules work out well for all of us. Kayla started 1st Grade and Jacob started 3rd grade. Here are a few pictures of their first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlLbxc4qRI/AAAAAAAAAng/WafRMUH91e8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384417770001180946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlLbxc4qRI/AAAAAAAAAng/WafRMUH91e8/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlLcrhrrLI/AAAAAAAAAno/B8HsjP9ldwI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384417785590557874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlLcrhrrLI/AAAAAAAAAno/B8HsjP9ldwI/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsie was not to be left out of the photo opps.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlRSxFKPeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BB0hi2qwd_E/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384424212352613858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlRSxFKPeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BB0hi2qwd_E/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384417817041171666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlLegsF9NI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6D3s8vBlSGE/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob get to ride the bus to his school this year. He was both excited and nervous about this on the first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlNsBRHobI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/MLDk141nXbQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384420248147960242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlNsBRHobI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/MLDk141nXbQ/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kayla quickly found her "gang" from last year and was happy and at ease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlNrak6hgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/navKr_dyMXI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384420237762004482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlNrak6hgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/navKr_dyMXI/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to blog about, no more time for now. I will return tomorrow (hopefully) with the next episode in my attempt to catch up on my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3760046439802547123?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3760046439802547123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3760046439802547123&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3760046439802547123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3760046439802547123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-forgotten.html' title='Not Forgotten'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SrlIpz7quSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Wdoqg8riHJ8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-341802786693266800</id><published>2009-09-04T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:35:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September Scentsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JACK O'LANTERN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Welcome fall with the oh-so-mischievous, Jack O'Lantern, Scentsy's unique interpretation of an enduring seasonal favorite, and our newest Warmer. From the embossed green, swirling vines on top to the perfectly-carved grin and debossed pumpkin sections, this "Jack" is sure to be a delightful decorative accent in any room this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack O'Lantern's base, in a high-gloss pumpkin hue, glows like a real carved pumpkin when lit, and is topped off with a kelly green embossed dish - perfect details for bringing a safe and fun pumpkin indoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SqFNhz4PKAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Fy-zjeRkd2A/s1600-h/Jack_O_Lantern_THMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377664673314187266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SqFNhz4PKAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Fy-zjeRkd2A/s400/Jack_O_Lantern_THMB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;TOASTED CARAMEL SUGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sweet and rich fragrance that will warm your heart and home - featuring warm milk with caramelized sugar and toffee, all swirled together with the scent of silky, sweet vanilla musk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SqFNhafmVwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tKy3L8F-C-4/s1600-h/Jack_O_Lantern_Styled_THMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377664666499962626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SqFNhafmVwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tKy3L8F-C-4/s400/Jack_O_Lantern_Styled_THMB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jack is only $27 this month and a bar of Toasted Caramel Sugar is only $4.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-341802786693266800?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/341802786693266800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=341802786693266800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/341802786693266800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/341802786693266800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-scentsy.html' title='September Scentsy'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SqFNhz4PKAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Fy-zjeRkd2A/s72-c/Jack_O_Lantern_THMB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5324408110221868878</id><published>2009-08-10T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:13:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NINE Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine Years Ago Today . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared into the eyes of an angel for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understood, a little better, the point of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt complete, to that particular time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced feelings and emotions I never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a mother for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I had been praying for had finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with my husband all over again in a completely new way when I saw him holding our son, and I saw the look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought life could not possibly get any better than that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob - 6 months old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SoAzPOYL7kI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1FGhTYRXMRU/s1600-h/ScannedImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368347092476227138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SoAzPOYL7kI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1FGhTYRXMRU/s400/ScannedImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SoAzPUm7n8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/TJl70ciRTBo/s1600-h/ScannedImage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368347094148685762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SoAzPUm7n8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/TJl70ciRTBo/s400/ScannedImage-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob is . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A great big brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An amazing athlete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves Math &amp;amp; Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Wii Pro-Bowler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVES the Seattle Mariners &amp;amp; baseball in general&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very tender with his two sisters, most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collects cards like: Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokemon, Bakugan &amp;amp; Chaotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eats like a horse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't like sweets too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dashing, according to his best-friend &lt;a href="http://5minuteswasted.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Carson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A great Cub Scout. He loves everything scouting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Purple belt in Tae-Kwon-Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried the last day of school because he would miss his teacher and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Likes Rock-n-Roll music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wants to race demolition derby cars when he is 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wants to have a project truck to work on with his dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;needs his momma when he doesn't feel good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby, still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5324408110221868878?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5324408110221868878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5324408110221868878&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5324408110221868878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5324408110221868878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/nine-years-ago-today.html' title='NINE Years Ago Today'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SoAzPOYL7kI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1FGhTYRXMRU/s72-c/ScannedImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3838571594093852615</id><published>2009-08-05T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:45:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big SCENT Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope you all have been enjoying your summer! I have a lot of really HOT Scentsy information to pass along to you all. These deals are just as hot as the weather outside!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;First off: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AUGUST WARMER AND SCENT OF THE MONTH&lt;/span&gt; - The warmer is SURF'S UP. This new warmer's surfboard base contrasts beautifully with its chocolate brown lid decorated with wave-inspired designs. Varied, embossed surfboards in shades of yellow, orange, blue, brown, white and green appear to pop off the high gloss, sky blue background. You can get SURF'S UP for only $27.00 the entire month of August. The scent is TANGERINE TANGO. A sunny and "citrusy" fragrance combining refreshing, sparkling tangerine and green, fresh lemongrass. Pick up a TANGERINE TANGO bar this month for only $4.50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmmtRF1laI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Vc8GrGNTafE/s1600-h/surfsUp_warmer_styled_THB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366503727600866722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmmtRF1laI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Vc8GrGNTafE/s400/surfsUp_warmer_styled_THB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Second: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SUMMER CLEARANCE SALE!!&lt;/span&gt; August is the perfect time to stock up on all of your favorite Scentsy warmers and fragrances. To make room for our exciting, new FALL/WINTER 2009 products, everything in the SPRING/SUMMER 2009 catalog will be offered at a 10% discount for the month of August!!* All warmers - $27.00. All bars - $4.50. All wall plug-ins - $13.50. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*The following products are excluded from the August 10% off sale: Perfect Scentsy, Scentsy Sampler, Double the Scentsy, Starter Kits, Scent of the month and/or Scent &amp;amp; Warmer of the Month combo kits, and August Scent of the month and warmer of the month product (Tangerine Tango and Surf's Up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmnV8hHBhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/t4w1OKgnyc8/s1600-h/LibertyStyled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366504426452747794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmnV8hHBhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/t4w1OKgnyc8/s400/LibertyStyled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Third: Also, in order to make room for the new product coming in, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scentsy is discontinuing some fragrances.&lt;/span&gt; The following Spring/Summer fragrances will be discontinued on September 1, 2009, and are only available for order until 11:59 pm (PDST) on August 31, 2009. There are a lot of favorites on this list that are a little shocking, so if you favorite is on here, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOCK UP NOW BEFORE IT IS GONE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blueberry Cheesecake, Cashmere, Eucalyptus, Exotic Vanilla, Falling Leaves, Fresh Cut Cantaloupe,Grapefruit Blossom, Grapefruit Pomegranate, Havana Cabana, Hearth &amp;amp; Home, Herb Garden, Irish Cream, Juicy Peach, Leather, Lemon Lavender, Lots of Lavender, Luxe Vanilla, Meadow Pear, Mediterranean Spa, Mulberry Bush, Mysterious, Nutmeg &amp;amp; Orange Zest, Pomegranate Orange, Red Delicious, Sandalwood &amp;amp; Cranberries, Sangria, Sheer Saffron, Silk, Spiced Orange Harvest, Spruceberry, Strawberry Sweetie, Sweet Indulgence, Sugar, Sweet Tea Magnolia, Tarocco Mint, Tea Blossom, Toasted Apple Butter, Tuscan Garden, Verbena Berry, Wasabi Ginger, Watermelon Patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MYSTERY HOSTESS ON-LINE EVENT!!&lt;/span&gt; Beginning August 4, 2009 and running through August 18, 2009, I will be having a Mystery Hostess Event. This means that every person who places an order with me during the above dates will have their name put in a drawing for a chance to be chosen as the MYSTERY HOSTESS. The MYSTERY HOSTESS will receive all of the HALF-PRICE and FREE product that is earned during this on-line event!! The more orders that are placed, the more FREE and HALF-PRICED items the MYSTERY HOSTESS gets!! Pass it along, tell your friends!!! If you refer a friend to me who places an order you receive a FREE CAR CANDLE!! Contact me today and I will get your order in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmnVnk_71I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/29srcnZJNJc/s1600-h/playball_warmer_styled_THMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366504420831915858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmnVnk_71I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/29srcnZJNJc/s400/playball_warmer_styled_THMB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NEW!! Fall/Winter 2009 Catalog is coming September 1, 2009!!!&lt;/span&gt; Be the first to host a Scent Event in your home or a Basket Party and you will receive the September Scent of the Month Bar for FREE!! The first three people to schedule a home event/or basket party with me will receive this yummy new fall scent in a bar for FREE!! There will be TONS of NEW warmer, plug-ins and fragrances in the NEW catalog. Let me help you share them with your friends and family and earn FREE product while doing it! Start thinking about Christmas gifts, birthdays, anniversaries or a warmer for that college dorm room!! Scentsy makes the perfect gift for any occasion!! Contact me today to schedule your Scent Event or Basket Party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get all that? Please feel free to contact me with any questions. I am also available for "smelling sessions" in my home. Want to buy some scents but can't remember which ones you like? Give me a call and we can set up a time for you to come over and smell all of our wonderful scents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a SCENT-sational week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3838571594093852615?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3838571594093852615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3838571594093852615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3838571594093852615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3838571594093852615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-scent-event.html' title='Big SCENT Event'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SnmmtRF1laI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Vc8GrGNTafE/s72-c/surfsUp_warmer_styled_THB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6826529194030767318</id><published>2009-08-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:15:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Coupon Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today ws a great coupon day for me. I have only been couponing for about a month now and let me tell you, I AM HOOKED. I can't believe that amount of money I am saving (and the amount of money that I used to waste) just by taking some time to sit and clip coupons and be a smart shopper. I just had to post a picture of my buys. Now I know that there are a few of you out there that did the same thing and did WAY better than I did. I still have a few tricks to learn from you all I think, but I still wanted to share. Those of you who were a bit more successful than I was will have to tell me how you did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what I got: 3 boxes hamburger helper, 3 boxes tuna helper, 6 Ragu sauces, 3 Bertolli alfredo sauces, 5 boxes pop tarts, 2 Progresso Light soups, 5 Knorr rice sides, 6 boxes of cereal, 4 boxes Bisquick mix, 4 boxes Betty Crocker brownie mix, 2 packages Klondike ice cream bars, 2 Pringles cans, 2 Wish Bone dressings, 3 boxes Fiber One bars, 2 boxes Quaker instant oatmeal, 2 Chex Mix snacks, &amp;amp; 2 jars Best Foods Light mayo. All of these items together would cost $190.29 at Albertson's. I paid &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$44.88!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not too bad, I think. Like I said I know others were able to get better buys, but I was really happy with what I did get. My pantry is full and so will our bellies be!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Snew58MQ5tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vfUKGVOid6M/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951990491834066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Snew58MQ5tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vfUKGVOid6M/s400/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6826529194030767318?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6826529194030767318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6826529194030767318&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6826529194030767318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6826529194030767318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-coupon-wagon.html' title='On the Coupon Wagon'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Snew58MQ5tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vfUKGVOid6M/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7828540740665785443</id><published>2009-07-30T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:31:21.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Odds &amp; Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a while since I last posted anything. It's not that I have been out of town or been doing anything too exciting, but as summer goes when the kids are home - we have been busy. I have also been on Face Book a little more lately because it's fats and easy to type up a one-liner and be done rather than to have to come up with an interesting post. Here are a few odds &amp;amp; ends of things that we have been doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been spending every morning/afternoon down a Memorial Park in Pasco attending swim lessons. This has been great because it entertains the older two while Kelsie gets to play in the wading pool. Jacob &amp;amp; Kayla have become very good swimmers and Kelsie is becoming more brave in the water. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For about a month, we have been going to Lunch in the Park right after swim lessons. This was a great program where kids 18 and under got a FREE school type lunch such as hot dogs, hamburgers and pizza everyday. Don't let the lunch ladies catch any of the moms nibbling on a carrot, though, or you will be banned from the lunch line!! This was great because my kids got to eat for free and I didn't have to make and clean up lunch. I got to sit and visit with my wonderful friends while my kids ate and played. All were happy. Unfortunately, the program has come to an end. So now I have to feed my kids lunch and I don't get to sit and visit with my friends everyday, bummer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since the weather has been scorching HOT, we have been spending time with Kevin down by the river with his favorite toy - his jet-ski. The kids LOVE it, I don't mind it but I don't enjoying sitting in the hot weather. Luckily the river water is nice and cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have not had to opportunity to GO camping this year, so we decided to camp out in our backyard. I was afraid, when I told Kevin &amp;amp; the kids my idea to do this, that they would think it was dumb and would complain the whole time. Boy was I wrong. They loved it!! Kevin and Jacob built us a little fire pit and set up the tents. The girls got on their jammies and brought ALL of their stuffed animal friends out to the tent. We roasted hot dogs and made smores. And all 5 of us slept out in our two-man tent. Great memories. I think the only only complaining was me because the smoke from our fire would linger in the house and that drove me nuts. I HATE the smell of campfire smoke on me and my belongings after camping. A camper I am not.  I kept having to yell at them to close the door, but I guess I do that everyday, anyways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One word. FIGHTING. All. Day. Long. Seriously. They pick on each other for every little thing. I am so over trying to be the referee. I just broke up a fight as a matter of fact. And they are getting worse. Kayla is starting to hit when she gets angry or pushed to the limit and Jacob is VERY good at pushing her right over the edge. She has unleashed the fury that is Kayla. Little sweet, gorgeous smile and eyes, Kayla. I am sitting here right now looking at the calendar, counting the days until school starts. Is that sad?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball. We have been to quite a few Dust Devils games. Everyone seems to enjoy them, especially the boys. The girls like the mascot, Dusty, and the silly games they play between innings. I like the Family Feast night where everything is $1 and I admit I do love to watch a good game of baseball. Kevin has gotten to know a few of the players and Jacob loves to talk to them after the game. I think it makes him feel like he is one of them. It's kinda cute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running. Yes, I know that you all know about my new "hobby", but this is all that is really new with me. I started out really good an consistent, but in the last few weeks have gotten lazy and have missed at least one of my four days that I run during the week. I accomplished a 10k (6.2 miles) and am looking towards September when the Half Marathon (13.2) is scheduled. I didn't say I was looking forward to it, just towards it. Some days I think I am nuts and there is NO WAY I am signing up for that and other days I just know that I can do it. We shall see. 6.5 miles is the farthest I have ever ran so 13 seems kinda scary and mental to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;College. What? Yes, college. My baby sister, Ashley, is off to college (WSU) in a few weeks. Kevin &amp;amp; I have been trying to get her excited and prepared for this all summer. She has been scared and nervous and just not sure about the whole thing. She is the baby of my family and the whole idea of college just freaked her out. What if my roommate is crazy, how will I do my laundry, what will I eat, etc.. Kevin and I were so worried that she would just decide not to go. It was like pulling teeth to get her to go to her Freshman orientation last weekend, and guess what? She LOVED every second of it. She met some great people and got her schedule all figured out. Walked around campus and saw how great this new chapter in her life was gonna be. Since she got back home she has been counting down the days and finally getting into the college spirit of buying stuff for her dorm. It has been fun. She leaves for cheer camp on the 12th and then reports to campus on the 17th, a week before all the other students, to get ready for back to school activities on campus. I am so glad she is finally embracing and looking forward to the new adventure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is all I can think of right now. I am sure there are some other fun things I could throw in there, but alas, I have to go and break up yet another fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7828540740665785443?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7828540740665785443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7828540740665785443&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7828540740665785443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7828540740665785443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-odds-ends.html' title='Summer Odds &amp; Ends'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5269044970162060025</id><published>2009-07-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:14:19.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;What can you do in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 hr 12 min and 31 seconds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finish a 10K (6.2 miles) - and I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I CAN and I WILL do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to all of my running buddies for the support and encouragment that I receive from them, and to my WONDERFUL husband and children who surprised me by waiting at the finish line for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a GREAT day and it's not even over yet:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5269044970162060025?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5269044970162060025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5269044970162060025&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5269044970162060025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5269044970162060025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4933743340650778986</id><published>2009-07-14T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:08:55.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDNIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlytRSnzLFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/B0klbHdQ3qc/s1600-h/HP6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358348169232198738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlytRSnzLFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/B0klbHdQ3qc/s400/HP6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you noticed the countdown clock on my sidebar? I feel it my duty to inform you that it's WRONG!!!! HARRY POTTER opens TONIGHT at MIDNIGHT!!! Can you tell how excited I am!! I tried to read through the series again before tonight came, but only made it to book 4. Apparently my kids need me to do stuff for them:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am way more excited to see this movie than I was for a certain vampire movie!! Don't get me wrong, I was giddy watching Robert Patinson on screen as Edward, BUT the TWILIGHT books are no where near as well written as the Harry Potter books and the books make the movies in my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So even though I DO own Harry Potter glasses, a wand, a Griffindor scarf and a Harry Potter shirt, when I go to the movie tonight, I will not be bringing any of these items with me because I want my friends to sit WITH me and not be embarrassed by me. And for those of us who have read the books, don't judge me if I start crying at the end, we all know what's coming but I cried when I read the book. I really hope this movie does the book justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will now go about my day watching the clock and making some Harry Potter Party treats to share tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlytRmMd2OI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UX2ySb3COe0/s1600-h/HP6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358348174486264034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlytRmMd2OI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UX2ySb3COe0/s400/HP6A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4933743340650778986?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4933743340650778986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4933743340650778986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4933743340650778986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4933743340650778986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/midnight.html' title='MIDNIGHT'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlytRSnzLFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/B0klbHdQ3qc/s72-c/HP6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-768490907231760672</id><published>2009-07-09T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:32:49.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRUiuyfyGt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRUiuyfyGt8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PERFORMANCE LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING!! JUST HAD TO SHARE IT WITH EVERYONE. LOVE IT!! LOVE THIS SHOW!! LOVE DANCE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-768490907231760672?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/768490907231760672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=768490907231760672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/768490907231760672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/768490907231760672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4388950107729571483</id><published>2009-07-09T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:39:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS NIGHT OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TONIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARY KAY/SCENTSY OPEN HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOSTED BY VAL &amp;amp; AMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7:00 PM @ VAL'S HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COME HANG OUT WITH FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND BRING A FEW WITH YOU:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4388950107729571483?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4388950107729571483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4388950107729571483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4388950107729571483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4388950107729571483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-night-out.html' title='GIRLS NIGHT OUT'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5279548503286235698</id><published>2009-07-06T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:47:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I am Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have officially begun my days as a couponer. I have to say it is really fun. I still have a lot to learn, but I think I am doing okay. It is so exciting when you see your shopping cart so full and the amount of money you spend is so little. I often walk over to my pantry and just stare at all of the stuff I have been able to stock up on since I started this venture last week. I am doing pretty good. I get a wide grin from ear to ear when I pay my bill, I feel like I am stealing. I can't believe I went for so long paying full price for everyday items. Never again will I pay full price for something. My goal is to get as many things as I can for FREE. Some of the rules are tricky, but I think I am doing well. Are you proud of me Amber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's what I got today. I have always wanted to post a picture like this, now I can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlJtjAACYkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-zm0XVatvGY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355463354959946306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlJtjAACYkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-zm0XVatvGY/s400/002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I purchased all of this at Albertsons. I never used to shop there before last week, that's the honest truth. I think I will make a trip there once a week now. How much do you think all of this cost me? The total of the bill without coupons and my preferred savings card was $65.77. I paid - drum roll please - $21.32 for all 19 items!!! I saved $39.18!! That means I paid $1.12 per item!!! Can you believe it!! I was EXTREMELY happy!!! I probably made a few mistakes and maybe could have gotten all of this for cheaper, but I am very happy with what I have done so far. It has become very addicting, even my kids are into it. When we were at the store Kayla found a coupon on the floor and picked it up and ran it to me excitedly. "Look mom, a coupon!!!" It was so funny. Jacob loves watching me hand over the stack of coupons and the price goes lower and lower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So this is my new obsession. Kevin is happy to say the least. Thank you Amber for convincing me to try it and Thank you Lindsay, Amy M., and Nicole B. for all of the tips and pointers. I am off to Rite-Aid now for some FREE toothpaste and an $8 Venus razor for $.99!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5279548503286235698?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5279548503286235698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5279548503286235698&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5279548503286235698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5279548503286235698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-am-learning.html' title='I Think I am Learning'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SlJtjAACYkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-zm0XVatvGY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5277447981545840797</id><published>2009-07-01T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:40:35.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY SCENTSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkuQKPYwDYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oLHdvZ_iEvg/s1600-h/playball_warmer_styled_THMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353531087663402370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkuQKPYwDYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oLHdvZ_iEvg/s400/playball_warmer_styled_THMB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the warmer of the month for July.  Perfect for that baseball fan.  I am personally going to get one for Jacob's room.  You can get it this month for $27.00.  The scent of the month is BUBBLEGUM.  It literally smells exactly like bazooka bubblegum.  Call me to set up a smelling session today;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't miss out on the Scentsy/Mary Kay Open House on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, June 9th at 7 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hosted by Val and myself.  Call me or leave me a comment for details.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5277447981545840797?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5277447981545840797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5277447981545840797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5277447981545840797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5277447981545840797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-scentsy.html' title='JULY SCENTSY'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkuQKPYwDYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oLHdvZ_iEvg/s72-c/playball_warmer_styled_THMB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4536800034208513682</id><published>2009-06-26T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:06:12.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olson Mathematics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;THIS CUTE, ADORABLE, SWEET 2 YEAR OLD . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYrbCVF-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/D_Bw90bCBhA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851603959027682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYrbCVF-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/D_Bw90bCBhA/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PLUS THESE . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYhL9lY5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/WPRhABImnEM/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851428113900434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYhL9lY5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/WPRhABImnEM/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EQUALS THIS PILE OF HAIR . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYhJjgJGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/J19HK2EOW2M/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851427467633762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYhJjgJGI/AAAAAAAAAkw/J19HK2EOW2M/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS BARBIE WITH A NEW DO. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYg1gkx-I/AAAAAAAAAko/BjCQ9bUa-wo/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851422086645730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYg1gkx-I/AAAAAAAAAko/BjCQ9bUa-wo/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYgjWgJoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/R0NmHg-1C8Y/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851417212561026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYgjWgJoI/AAAAAAAAAkg/R0NmHg-1C8Y/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ONE VERY UPSET BIG SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYgtILvvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zC6KNfAe-IQ/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351851419836858098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYgtILvvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zC6KNfAe-IQ/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SORRY KAYLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you all thought that pile of hair was Kelsie's beautiful curls. Thank goodness it wasn't!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4536800034208513682?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4536800034208513682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4536800034208513682&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4536800034208513682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4536800034208513682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/olson-mathematics.html' title='Olson Mathematics'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SkWYrbCVF-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/D_Bw90bCBhA/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8148805417654336438</id><published>2009-06-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:09:53.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACH ME TO COUPON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that couponing has been around for a while, and I know that there are a LOT of you out there that are total pro's at it.  This lovely economy has hit HARD in the Olson Household and so I am trying every avenue that I can think of to save a buck.  I have used coupons here and there, you know, a dollar off here and a dollar off there, but I REALLY want to save some money.  I have seen some of your blogs about "Look at all of this stuff that I bought for $1.89!!"  My question is HOW do you do it?  My great friend and old roommate, &lt;a href="http://meand4boyz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, was in town from California last week and taught me a little of her &lt;a href="http://menifeethriftymomsclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, she is REALLY good at this stuff.  Now I want to hear from all of you.  Give me advice, websites, blogs, tips, whatever!!  What and how do you do it?  Is it hard and overwhelming?  Is it worth it?  Is it time consuming?  I think I could really like couponing and really get into it if I just had some guidance and felt like I was doing it right.  There is your challenge - TEACH ME!!  I really want to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8148805417654336438?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8148805417654336438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8148805417654336438&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8148805417654336438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8148805417654336438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/teach-me-to-coupon.html' title='TEACH ME TO COUPON'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1722001299767115403</id><published>2009-06-16T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:55:17.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout Camp 2009 - Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783797894320386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8i9rBEQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/93YSHL8xhvg/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is Ashley with her best friends. What a good looking group of girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8i9IjUOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GEct1L6CmjU/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783797749764322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8i9IjUOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GEct1L6CmjU/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No outfit can be complete, not even a graduation gown, without the PERFECT set of heels!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8jLJVJ6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/cPQjH5XtshQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783801511126946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8jLJVJ6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/cPQjH5XtshQ/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lauren, Andi, Taylor &amp;amp; Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8jI19DUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2fkpVgGw9u8/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783800892984642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8jI19DUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2fkpVgGw9u8/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Southridge High Schools' 10th Graduating Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8jWawg8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/GxPRZ85Z6y0/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783804537013186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8jWawg8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/GxPRZ85Z6y0/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Excuse my stupid camera for the blurry photo, but I LOVED this shot of Ashley in her FABULOUS 2009 glasses that she and her friends wore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SiyAoMR5U7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0KWy2Lv71qc/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788285761344434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SiyAoMR5U7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0KWy2Lv71qc/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think she is looking at her diploma like, "Hey is this real? Did I just really get this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six9DmWbq_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/K3RSUw_J_hk/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344784358569651186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six9DmWbq_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/K3RSUw_J_hk/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just the three of us!! Amy - Warden '95, Lisa - Southridge '02 &amp;amp; Ashley - Southridge '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six9DiEWuuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8cBC1aIXcEU/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344784357420088034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six9DiEWuuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8cBC1aIXcEU/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Olson Family - We are a happy Family, all 6 of us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS ASHLEY!! WE ARE SO EXTREMELY PROUD OF YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5618528849322038018?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5618528849322038018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5618528849322038018&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5618528849322038018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5618528849322038018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-graduate.html' title='Our Graduate'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Six8i9rBEQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/93YSHL8xhvg/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8128626432840758457</id><published>2009-06-04T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:24:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt; {&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;}!! Dance your pants off!!! If this doesn't make you smile then I am pretty sure that nothing will!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d19fdb05340b4c7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d19fdb05340b4c7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D786109347E75897ED535D61CBE498108F40F72C4.811867DDF1517F04B88FAB247757C50B980897E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d19fdb05340b4c7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5q_gJnXX6p_4ezjyFAXHF-3sqZg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d19fdb05340b4c7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D786109347E75897ED535D61CBE498108F40F72C4.811867DDF1517F04B88FAB247757C50B980897E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d19fdb05340b4c7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5q_gJnXX6p_4ezjyFAXHF-3sqZg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8128626432840758457?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d19fdb05340b4c7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8128626432840758457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8128626432840758457&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8128626432840758457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8128626432840758457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8688853713562724084</id><published>2009-05-30T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:08:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get it while it's HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the NEW Scentsy warmer for the month of June. I have a feeling it is gonna be very popular. Do you want it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SiIP63dmk5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4vIgdArjFy0/s1600-h/LibertyStyled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341849612009771922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SiIP63dmk5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4vIgdArjFy0/s400/LibertyStyled.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a call!! Our AMAZING new scent? Coconut Palm. Smells as good as it sounds. Just think Coconuts and suntan lotion on the beach. Aaahhh. Bring on summer!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8688853713562724084?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8688853713562724084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8688853713562724084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8688853713562724084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8688853713562724084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/liberty.html' title='LIBERTY'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SiIP63dmk5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4vIgdArjFy0/s72-c/LibertyStyled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4593577785184439033</id><published>2009-05-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:01:42.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other night we had the pleasure of attending the iLove Concert.  It was a sold out crowd, so for those of you who missed it,  here is a short peek of what we got to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you SO much Brook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fcd2a5428b424efe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcd2a5428b424efe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24DAA00027349BA89C8006C3D99035C54871E669.5A7A18B3269B3138BF2880B1B365A202E61C21D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcd2a5428b424efe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqDAnTbW0nLWG_GN48OM1oxZcBVQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcd2a5428b424efe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24DAA00027349BA89C8006C3D99035C54871E669.5A7A18B3269B3138BF2880B1B365A202E61C21D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcd2a5428b424efe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqDAnTbW0nLWG_GN48OM1oxZcBVQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4593577785184439033?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fcd2a5428b424efe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4593577785184439033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4593577785184439033&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4593577785184439033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4593577785184439033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ilove.html' title='iLove'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8419768685619199272</id><published>2009-05-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:34:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL GROWN UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHLEY, DEAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY DAYS WILL COME TO YOU ALL YEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF I HAD A WISH THEN IT WOULD BE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU FROM ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY IS ASHLEY'S 18TH BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was less than thrilled when at 13 years old my mom told me there was going to be a new member in our family. She was 4 when I graduated high school and moved to Tri-Cities. I didn't get to know her as a little girl or even as a sister. My family moved to Tri-Cities when she was 12. I have watched her grow up so fast and we have truly become best friends. Happy Birthday lil' sis. Always sisters, forever friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ShWCPbriS2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DatSbBRnerU/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338316134957599586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ShWCPbriS2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DatSbBRnerU/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8419768685619199272?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8419768685619199272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8419768685619199272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8419768685619199272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8419768685619199272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-grown-up.html' title='ALL GROWN UP'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ShWCPbriS2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/DatSbBRnerU/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7839574733429084983</id><published>2009-04-30T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:40:55.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUND BREAKING CEREMONY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While surfing blog land today, I came across a video that was made showing last nights ground breaking ceremony for the new Pasco Stake Center. Thank you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAN&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEATHER &lt;/span&gt;(and the family who made the video) for posting this video. For friends and family from afar, enjoy this inspiring video. Click &lt;a href="http://crazyladyonroad80.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://4bsinapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Press Forward!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, this is my 99th post since I started blogging. I feel a giveaway coming on for number 100. Hmmmmmm . . . stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7839574733429084983?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7839574733429084983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7839574733429084983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7839574733429084983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7839574733429084983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/ground-breaking-ceremony.html' title='GROUND BREAKING CEREMONY'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6431689730595829383</id><published>2009-04-21T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:40:08.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not been in the blogging mood this week, but I have a few things I wanted to share so while I am still not really in a bloggy (is that a word) mood, here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, Jacob was able to test for his purple belt in Tae-Kwon-DO. I, unfortunately, was out of town and was not able to be there. Kevin said he did a GREAT job and in the end he did receive his new belt. Like I said, I was not there hence, no pictures. Well, I take that back, Kevin ATTEMPTED to take some pictures, but you can't see what's going on in any of them. So I have no pic to post but Jacob is very excited!! He now has 4 belt levels left, the fourth one being black belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327335176084594450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se5_HgH3HxI/AAAAAAAAAho/iaLyuiPj-PU/s320/009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, so Kevin was able to get one good shot. This is my cousin Rey's daughter, Savannah, with Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAYLA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mark this date in history. Monday, April 20, 2009. Kayla Amaya Olson was finally brave enough to let Kevin take the training wheels off of her bike and guess what? She did it! Right off the bat. Kevin held her for like 2 seconds, literally, and she was off!! The first thing she said this morning was, "Can I go outside and ride my bike?" Guess where she is at right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se6AR-6liyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2lH21Sa7vZY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327336455660735266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se6AR-6liyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2lH21Sa7vZY/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se6ARtyaNJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mjTEdkKgJZA/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327336451063035026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se6ARtyaNJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mjTEdkKgJZA/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KELSIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have found more and more, that Miss Kelsie definitely has the Olson gene in her. See exhibit A below. Lorrie, how many pictures do you have of Kevin falling asleep in the most random places? Even some with a cookie in his hands, I believe. This picture was taken as I came out of my bedroom and Kelsie was waiting for me to get ready so we could go to good old Wal-Mart. The trip to Wal-Mart did not happen that afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se5-2--oezI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BTTDfoKv2Rc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327334892309609266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se5-2--oezI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BTTDfoKv2Rc/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se5_HQrP5JI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qJts1u126_s/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327335171938051218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se5_HQrP5JI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qJts1u126_s/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ashley? you say. Well, Ashley has always been more of a daughter than a sister to me. Last Friday, I accompanied her to Pullman which is why I missed Jacob's TKD testing. She was accepted to WSU in the fall and is very excited. They were holding cheer tryouts last weekend, and this was something that she really went back and forth about. She has cheered since she was 12 years old on a competitive team and is very good!! She just wasn't sure if this was something she could do in college. She knew the competition would be fierce, and she was right. It was quite an adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We stayed in Clarkston, WA because that weekend also happened to be Mom's weekend and all of the hotels in Pullman and Moscow were booked. We, Lisa, Ashley and I, headed out for Pullman from Clarkston at about 8:45 am with our GPS in tow. THANK GOODNESS!! If it wasn't for Jane, that is what we named her, we would never have made it. Tryouts started at 10:30. We arrived "on campus" at about 10:00. We parked bear Beasley Coliseum and then we thought, "Now what?" We knew what building she was suppose to be in, but know idea where it was. None of us had ever been to the campus before and we didn't know what to do. Luckily was ran into a girl who also was looking for the building, but she had a map. We followed her lead and after literally hiking across the entire campus we arrived at the right location at approximately 10:25!! It was a closed tryout so Lisa and I could not stay, but we walked in with Ashley as she checked in and took a look around. Our jaws dropped. There were 36 girls there. They were all equally amazing and beautiful!! I was instantly intimidated for Ashley. I looked at her and smiled and wished her luck, she wouldn't let me hug her in front of everyone, and Lisa and I turned around and walked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were both VERY worried for her. We made our way back to our car and Jane told us how to get to Moscow to do some shopping. The tryout was to last until 8:00 pm. We got to see her at noon when we took her some lunch and when we asked her how things were going she just said "Good". You have to understand how nervous and sick to my stomach I was. "Good" didn't cut it for me. We left again and had to just wait the entire day, but Lisa and I had a really good time just waiting. At about 2:00 I got a text message, "Made the first cut." Fewww!! What did that mean? That meant that out of 36 girls, only 18 were left. She got past the tumbling and jumping part. Now it was on to stunting, dance and cheer. There was also and interview. After about and hour or so. I got another text, "Can't stick any of my stunts. Not doing well. I am the worst one here. Don't think I am gonna make it." How do you respond to that? I called her right a way. She only had a few minutes on a water break. I asked her what was wrong she said she had no idea, she just couldn't hit any of her stunts and all of the other girls were right on. She also said that there were 9 returning girls. So basically if there are 12 on the team and 9 of them are returning, there are only 3 spots left and 6 girls are going home. Odds aren't looking so good. I just told her to go out there and do what we all knew she could do. She's been to Nationals TWICE. She can handle this. Kevin also had given her a blessing before we left and he blessed her with the ability to do all of the things that she has worked so hard to learn. I just KNEW she had it in her. We talked for a while and I tried to just be as encouraging and positive as I could be even though I was dying inside. Lisa and I strategized about what to say and what to do and what not to do if she was cut. This would be a VERY long car ride home. We had it all planned out. At about 4:00 it was time for the actual stunting tryout, before it was all practice and warm up. I got a text at 4:30 - "Hit everything perfectly." Lisa and I screamed. We were so excited! By this time we had left Moscow and were now just walking around campus just waiting for some news. Now she had to wait for all of the other girls to go their turn. Two of the girls fell. By this time Lisa and I had wandered into the building where tryouts were being held and just walked around and sat in a few classrooms. Just waiting. 6:15 text - "It's really close. They are making 4 of us do the dance and cheer again." Uuuugghh! Who knew that cheer tryouts would be such and intense emotional roller coaster!! We could hear the music going, we could here them chanting. We made our way into the hallway next to the gym and waited and waited and waited. At about 7:15 we saw the coach come out of the gym. She walks past us. About 10 minutes later she walks back past us again, this time she has a stack of folders/packets in her arms. This was it! I just knew that those packets were for the girls who were on the team. She walks into the gym and again we wait, watching the door, listening very hard. We see and hear nothing, no screams, no cries, nothing. About five minutes later, a girl comes out crying. One. Then two more walk out very upset. Two and Three. My palms are sweating. Another one walks out. Four. Her mother says, "This is not going to be a fun trip home, is it." We stare down the hallway at the gym door very impatiently. Two more storm out while sobbing into their cell phones. Five and Six. Lisa and I stare at each other. Where's Ashley? What happened? What's going on? Did she make it? No. She must be really upset. She doesn't want to see us yet. Then finally after about another five or ten minutes more girls walk out and in the middle of them is Ashley walking towards us. She is walking slowly with her head down arms crossed at her chest. The hallway is dark so I can't see her face. She starts walking a little faster, I see something in her hands - the packet. We make eye contact. She finally reaches me, "So, did you make it?", I say very impatiently. She nods her head, YES!!!! I am blown away. Speechless. I burst into instant tears. I can't even stand up straight. I can;t even tell you how I felt at that moment. I was proud, full of joy, overwhelmed, jealous, excited, tired, you name it!! I hugged her and cried for what seemed like a very long time. She did it!! We made our way back to the car. She sent out ONE text. Her phone IMMEDIATELY starts BLOWING up with text messages from her friends. I am still in shock. This little girl has accomplished almost everything I have ever wanted to do myself, but never had the opportunity to do. I love her so much, I don't think she will ever really know how much. So now, Ashley is officially a WSU Cougar. We are all excited for her. Way to go Ashley!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se6AR2Emi_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/FSr7Sz8Whlk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327336453286824946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se6AR2Emi_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/FSr7Sz8Whlk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ashley on February 9 when she opened her Acceptance Letter to WSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6431689730595829383?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6431689730595829383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6431689730595829383&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6431689730595829383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6431689730595829383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Se5_HgH3HxI/AAAAAAAAAho/iaLyuiPj-PU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-2661915652959948416</id><published>2009-04-14T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:21:33.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past Spring Break our family took the best vacation ever. You know it was a good one when your kids are already asking when we get to go back. We went to Silver Mountain in Kellogg, ID. It was PERFECT! We stayed at the Morning Star Lodge, it's kinda like a condo, for the whole week. We had our own kitchen and even a washer and dryer. The bathroom was huge. We had a one bedroom suite with a queen sleeper in the living room area. The kids loved sleeping together on "the couch". If you have never been there or heard of this place, you seriously need to check this place out. It's not very expensive, and there is a Wal-Mart right down the road. The first night we got there we went to Wal-Mart and bought all of the basic groceries we would need for the week. And then on Tuesday the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH8lcNbxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vYU-csi8hX8/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600503115280146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH8lcNbxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vYU-csi8hX8/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the three of them in their cool sleeper sofa bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAL-1AuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2_mVz6k29Hw/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324607162070401762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAL-1AuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2_mVz6k29Hw/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I need to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH862bgoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/4LdIOEwCaac/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600508862399106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH862bgoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/4LdIOEwCaac/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the view from our balcony to the indoor water park. Yes, it snowed and snowed and snowed!! The boys were very happy!! You will see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH9K_WhvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/aSbg2da_4Ak/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600513194788594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH9K_WhvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/aSbg2da_4Ak/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is us on Tuesday morning on our way to the water park. In our swim gear, in the snow. Nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH9OKnmnI/AAAAAAAAAew/3Zc10bhzV-Q/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324600514047351410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH9OKnmnI/AAAAAAAAAew/3Zc10bhzV-Q/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to get one good group picture before they all ran off in different directions!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKT9Q2R0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Y-bjH1yNmwk/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603103670323010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKT9Q2R0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Y-bjH1yNmwk/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This water park truly ROCKS!! There is something for everyone here. A toddler area, three water slides, one of them being a family raft ride. A Flo-rider surf/boogie board area, hot springs, hot tubs, water basketball, lazy river. It was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKULp2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/KML4hRlq2hI/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603107533276098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKULp2Q8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/KML4hRlq2hI/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Jacob playing with Kelsie in the toddler area. Kelsie was a little overwhelmed by it all and was very timid about going in the water. The older kids were so good about playing with her and making her feel comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKUQuNdPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WLoSRpOKOu8/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603108893750514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKUQuNdPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WLoSRpOKOu8/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kayla on the toddler slide. Do you love her goggles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKUm9-AkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XZ3TLc3U53I/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603114865427010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKUm9-AkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XZ3TLc3U53I/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how Kelsie spent most of her time - Watching all of us on the Flo-Rider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKU89zDpI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WnhxZJonjDU/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324603120770289298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTKU89zDpI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WnhxZJonjDU/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how Kelsie spent the other half of her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAT620eI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-O-O-cXXiw8/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324607164201226722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAT620eI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-O-O-cXXiw8/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the boys did on Wednesday and Thursday morning. They were running a special - Buy an adult lift ticket and youth were FREE if you were staying at the lodge. The adult ticket was only $10!! SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAU3Bw_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/f-zCn5-oY74/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324607164453602290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAU3Bw_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/f-zCn5-oY74/s320/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAj9XaUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/v8dQrlkVKE4/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324607168506718530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTOAj9XaUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/v8dQrlkVKE4/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob had a great time, he was very sore the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRmYF9c2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/KFSm2C7IiZs/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611116691452770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRmYF9c2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/KFSm2C7IiZs/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsie's "job" while at the water park was making sure that all of the tubes on the lazy river stayed neat and organized. It was hilarious watching her try to line them up and keep them straight while people kept taking them and dropping more off!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRmozHI4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TFOcE2lfr1I/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611121175798658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRmozHI4I/AAAAAAAAAgI/TFOcE2lfr1I/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They played and played . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRm08VQzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/epCPY_ciGz0/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611124435698482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRm08VQzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/epCPY_ciGz0/s320/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . and played some more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRm2Mp_BI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lFPZKwsk8wo/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611124772600850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRm2Mp_BI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lFPZKwsk8wo/s320/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he tricky!!?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRnBrxlfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rU8Saeo9idw/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611127855912434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTRnBrxlfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rU8Saeo9idw/s320/094.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob and I on the lazy river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWUJQQeQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jJZLU7Cr2fU/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324616301028604162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWUJQQeQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jJZLU7Cr2fU/s320/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a hot tub on the roof of our building. Kevin and the kids thought it would be SO COOL to sit in a hot tub, on the roof, while it was snowing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWUe6bENI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JbTORrZW-e0/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324616306842603730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWUe6bENI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JbTORrZW-e0/s320/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That water was REALLY HOT compared to the temperature outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWUsIcTeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SlEL9uljpQU/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324616310391066082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWUsIcTeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SlEL9uljpQU/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxin' after a LONG day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWU-EnYCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ScnDSvpc6Zs/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324616315206852642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWU-EnYCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ScnDSvpc6Zs/s320/105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone is exhausted . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWVFsXMEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/7KI0mchOxSI/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324616317252612162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTWVFsXMEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/7KI0mchOxSI/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. . . except for Kelsie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a GREAT week and a very memorable vacation. It was so convenient to be able to go back up to our own space to have lunch and dinner.  We made our own pizzas one night and spaghetti another night.  We had ice cream and a Wii Tournament that, of course, Jacob won.  Our kids have asked if we can go there this summer or for Christmas. We are definitely going to go there again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enjoy some video of us on the Flo-Rider. Of course every time someone had a "good run" we never had the camera going. Of all of us, I think Kayla was the best one and of course I only have her one bad run on video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c3545df4115dbc0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3545df4115dbc0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DEECECD7A73969837B658FEE6130E1C2A639412.2F31C07590A27F89E314D1C893AD9DA3084A7A7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3545df4115dbc0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJVnWRLopEatvVMBKP6XjGNi4VYQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc3545df4115dbc0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DEECECD7A73969837B658FEE6130E1C2A639412.2F31C07590A27F89E314D1C893AD9DA3084A7A7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3545df4115dbc0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJVnWRLopEatvVMBKP6XjGNi4VYQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-2661915652959948416?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c3545df4115dbc0b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2661915652959948416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=2661915652959948416&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2661915652959948416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2661915652959948416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='SPRING BREAK'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SeTH8lcNbxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/vYU-csi8hX8/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8677396603612491763</id><published>2009-04-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:58:50.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out MoTab</title><content type='html'>Pay no attention to the unfolded laundry on the couch, watch the ADORABLE 2 year old singing her new favorite song after she plays shy.  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-abaec2c4c5f4a996" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dabaec2c4c5f4a996%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC12579B4C10EDA6D973A4DBCEE848F1F421425.E55584DBCAAD1C8888B37F1FE07567008F13BF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dabaec2c4c5f4a996%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKhYSqHeKPE_lGF7nmZgSvzRqQ8k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dabaec2c4c5f4a996%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC12579B4C10EDA6D973A4DBCEE848F1F421425.E55584DBCAAD1C8888B37F1FE07567008F13BF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dabaec2c4c5f4a996%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKhYSqHeKPE_lGF7nmZgSvzRqQ8k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8677396603612491763?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=abaec2c4c5f4a996&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8677396603612491763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8677396603612491763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8677396603612491763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8677396603612491763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-out-motab.html' title='Look out MoTab'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5295912165672860812</id><published>2009-04-06T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:18:36.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spring break was GREAT and I have a lot to post about, but I thought I would take it one step at a time and start slowly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before we left on vacation, Jacob had his District Pinewood Derby Race. It was so funny to watch him before the race. He was so nervous. He knew there would be so many boys there with really great cars. He said he just wanted to have fun, I was just hoping he would win at least one race. Luckily, he did. He won two and lost two and had a lot of fun. He didn't place in the top three, but in his own words, "I had a great experience Mom!" Here are a few pics of the evening. Thank you to Grandpa and Grandma Olson for making the trip down to watch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIMT9dCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hJnwCkfQQxs/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321612229923927074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIMT9dCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hJnwCkfQQxs/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIbvmGNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kgf7uTPi9FI/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321612234066368722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIbvmGNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kgf7uTPi9FI/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see how nervous he is? It was so cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIv5Eq_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/xQJ_MHyjFBI/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321612239474830322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIv5Eq_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/xQJ_MHyjFBI/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Three generations of Olson Pinewood Derby "Champions".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE this picture!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5295912165672860812?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5295912165672860812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5295912165672860812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5295912165672860812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5295912165672860812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SdoqIMT9dCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hJnwCkfQQxs/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6238199656292366229</id><published>2009-03-20T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:45:51.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Could it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it really here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am looking out my window. The sun is shining. The wind is not blowing. My windows are all thrown open. I hear birds chirping and I see the first signs of plants and flowers sprouting. Did we make it through the winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ScPVbbpMKzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mevRTFwsNLk/s1600-h/spring+sprouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326652481022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ScPVbbpMKzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mevRTFwsNLk/s400/spring+sprouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ScPVbKWt_gI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a5V8ZVm8e2k/s1600-h/spring+chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326647840144898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ScPVbKWt_gI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a5V8ZVm8e2k/s400/spring+chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aaaahhhh. Spring. Yes. We made it. It's really here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6238199656292366229?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6238199656292366229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6238199656292366229&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6238199656292366229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6238199656292366229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='SPRING'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/ScPVbbpMKzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/mevRTFwsNLk/s72-c/spring+sprouts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4235778221984879623</id><published>2009-03-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:34:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scentsy Spring Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just a friendly reminder:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;SCENTSY SPRING OPEN HOUSE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;SATURDAY, MARCH 21, 2009 FROM 1:00 TO 4:00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;AMY'S HOUSE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Feel free to drop by anytime. Bring a friend! Enter a drawing for a FREE warmer of your choice! Ever wonder what &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt; smells like? Come and find out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Can't make it? No problem! Call me any time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scentsy.com/forms/frm_items.aspx"&gt;&lt;img height="285" alt="Scentsy New Spring" src="https://www.scentsy.com/images/photo/newproducts.jpg?v=0" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.scentsy.com//forms/frm_shop_item_info.aspx?prod=DSW-BOLE"&gt;&lt;img height="317" alt="Scentsy March Promo" src="https://www.scentsy.com/images/photo/marchpromotion.jpg?v=0" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4235778221984879623?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4235778221984879623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4235778221984879623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4235778221984879623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4235778221984879623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-friendly-reminder-scentsy-spring.html' title='Scentsy Spring Open House'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-4051863093432265338</id><published>2009-03-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:31:22.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's goin' on with us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't had time to post in a long time, so it feels to me. I started to wonder, "What have we been doing?" So I thought I'd do a little recap of what each of us has been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KELSIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kelsie is so great. I think she was sent to our family to remind us to stop an laugh and be silly once in a while. She makes these funny expressions with her face when she talks, it's so cute! She is so animated! She loves to dance on her toes. After Sacrament on Sunday Amy M. was playing the organ as we were exiting the chapel and Kelsie was doing her ballet dancing. It was so cute. She is also my little "watch dog". When the older kids are at school she will sometimes sit and look out the front window and report everything she sees. The color of the cars driving by, people walking by and my favorite, "Mommy PS is here PS here. It's you Scentsys! Open it Open it!!" She LOVES to help me sort out my orders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XuxW_-3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zTppuFV_yHw/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203283844234098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XuxW_-3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zTppuFV_yHw/s200/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAYLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kayla amazes me. She is doing so well in her Dual Language class. I was so afraid that I was not making a good choice in putting her in something other than a regular Kindergarten class, but all her success has defiantly let me know that I made the right choice. This girl can read in English and Spanish. It blows me away. She can spell in both languages, too. Sometimes I try an be sneaky and have a conversation in Spanish with Kevin (I will speak in Spanish and he understands what I say, but usually responds to me in English) and Kayla will translate word for word to Jacob what I said. She thinks it's so funny. She is also still doing gymnastics and is doing very well at that. She is hoping that I will let her join the TOPS team that they offer, but we will have to see if we can fit that in our already crammed schedule. She tried out for it and made the team but I was not ready for her to be so committed to something at such a young age so we opted out until maybe Fall, we will see. She also starts T-Ball in two weeks and is looking forward to that. She has also been taking singing classes with Miss Brook and LOVES it! She always reminds me when it's time to go and is looking forward to her Spring Recital. She has been practicing very hard for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XuhEbU_I/AAAAAAAAAco/_9vie2WTMVs/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203279471367154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XuhEbU_I/AAAAAAAAAco/_9vie2WTMVs/s200/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This boy is busy! He is always up and going on his own in the morning. Gets dressed, has breakfast, makes his bed, brushes his teeth, all on his own without being told. He is so great to have around. He is doing very well in school and is consumed by playing four-square at recess. He "practices" at home all the time. He is too competitive for his own good. He always thinks he has to win. He does Tae-Kwon-Do three times a week and will be testing for his purple belt in April. He really enjoys TKD. There are nine belt levels and he is on his fourth belt right now and testing for his fifth belt next month. He loves doing Scouts and as is looking forward to the District Pinewood Derby at the end of the month. Basketball season just finished up and he had so much fun doing that. He loves to watch Gonzaga play on TV with his dad, it's so funny to hear their conversations. Tomorrow night he has baseball tryouts. He is so excited for this. He is happy about the fact that now the kids get to pitch the ball, no more coaches or machines. Once baseball season starts, I might as well just park an RV at the field and just live there through the season. He LOVES to tell jokes. Usually he is the only one laughing then we start laughing because he is cracking himself up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XvdF53_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bjbXYDix-mk/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203295583690738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XvdF53_I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bjbXYDix-mk/s200/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My amazing husband. he works so hard all day long and comes home and keeps working. He has almost finished our projects in Jacob's room. I can't wait to post those pictures. He built a cool shelf around the top of his room and is making some awesome bookshelves for Jacob's "library". The girls told him that their room is next, stand in line girls. Mom still has a few other projects for our handy man! He enjoyed coaching Jacob through basketball season and is all geared up for baseball. They have spent a few night at the batting cages getting ready. Kevin NEVER misses a Thursday night episode of The Office. This is what he waits all day for. Right now he is debating on weather he should go to Portland on Thursday to go watch the Zags play in game one of the NCAA Tournament with some friends from work. We had such a great time in Spokane when we went and watched them play in February. Kevin loves to play Saturday Morning Football with some of the men from our ward. It reminds him how young he is NOT anymore. In fact tomorrow is Kevin's 32 birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_Xv8ful7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/fG24IPyyx-8/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203304013502386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_Xv8ful7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/fG24IPyyx-8/s200/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is a picture of him jumping up and down and waving his white towel and chanting to the "ZombieNation" song at the Zags game in February)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spend my day crossing off a list I prepare in the morning. Mostly driving kids from this activity to that. The daily chores of a stay-at-home mom, which I am so thankful to be. I love my Activity Days calling every other Wednesday. These girls are so fun. I get to teach RS once a month and I love that. I have learned so much since having this calling. I have also been keeping myself busy with me Scentsy business. I went to a mini-convention this past weekend in Boise with some other consultants and had so much fun. I love doing the parties for different people and sorting the orders when PS arrives. I love delivering the product. I feel like Santa Claus and people are always happy to see me. My Scentsy has created quite the mess in my front room. I knew this would happen. I keep asking my handy husband when he is going to build me a bigger house with my own office. His answer is aways, "Soon." Patience is a virtue, right? Until then, don't be surprised if my front room is less than tidy when you come over.   I have also spent LOTS of time helping my sister, Ashley, apply to colleges and fill out scholarship apps.  She has decided to go to WSU in the fall and is going out for the cheer squad in April.  I will be making the trip to Pullman with her for moral support and also because I am a cheerleading nerd!  We haev been attending all of her SHS dance competitions and they are going to compete at State Dance at the end of March in yakima.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_Xwl10wdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_Em7GC2K2N4/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203315112034770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_Xwl10wdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/_Em7GC2K2N4/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that is us. This is what we have been doing lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-4051863093432265338?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4051863093432265338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=4051863093432265338&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4051863093432265338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/4051863093432265338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-goin-on-with-us.html' title='What&apos;s goin&apos; on with us'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/Sb_XuxW_-3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zTppuFV_yHw/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7221341841073163686</id><published>2009-03-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:50:01.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="countdown" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-vacation/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;amp;clickLABEL=MySpace Countdown Clocks&amp;amp;flashLABEL=&amp;amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-vacation/skins/26.jpg&amp;amp;text=SPRING%20BREAK%20at%20SILVER%20MOUNTAIN%21%21&amp;amp;untilColor=255&amp;amp;textColor=16711680&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2009&amp;amp;month=2&amp;amp;day=30&amp;amp;hour=12&amp;amp;minute=0&amp;amp;second=0&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been there? Check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.silvermt.com/"&gt;silvermt.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7221341841073163686?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7221341841073163686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7221341841073163686&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7221341841073163686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7221341841073163686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-countdown.html' title='SPRING BREAK COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5991405049717624186</id><published>2009-03-06T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:49:36.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLSON LOVELIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SbFS-DqP4JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5QUAC0yUa2o/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310116661734400146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SbFS-DqP4JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5QUAC0yUa2o/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KAYLA AMAYA &amp;amp; KELSIE MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5991405049717624186?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5991405049717624186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5991405049717624186&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5991405049717624186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5991405049717624186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/olson-lovelies.html' title='OLSON LOVELIES'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SbFS-DqP4JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5QUAC0yUa2o/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3014233167236524356</id><published>2009-03-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:09:23.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been watching way too much HGTV, if that's possible.  On Saturday afternoon, I decided it would be a GREAT idea to redecorate and reorganize Jacob's bedroom.  His room never got finished when we first moved in and it was WAY out of control with toys and clutter.  I can't believe what a pack-rat he is.  He keeps EVERYTHING!!   Anyway, so I thought it's raining outside, we are all home, this will be a cinch.  We can get it all done in one day, no problem right?  They get things done in a day or two all the time on HGTV and they are doing huge rooms or an entire basement, this will be easy.  I forgot the fact that they take a small army with them to do all of thses amazing room make-overs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We start by pulling EVERYTHING out of his room.  I had his bed in the hallway, toys and books ALL over the living room and kitchen.  It's just way too much.  We all agreed that nothing would go back into the room unless we all agreed on it and I have the final say!!  After everything was out of the room, I ran to Lowe's for some paint while the boys starting making some shelves that I requested.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jacob is my little All Star.  He has sports themed bedding so we kept with that theme and I bought some RED and NAVY BLUE paint.  I had no idea how difficult it would be to evenly cover a wall with RED paint.  The top portion of his room is red with an awesome white chair rail in the center that was custom made by my amazing husband, and navy blue on the bottom.  I started painting while the boys finished up the shelves.  Ever heard the term, "Time flies when you are having fun"?  This is what happened to us.  It was like 10PM and I had neglected things like dinner and bedtime, and the house was total chaos.  The worst part is that the next day was Sunday.  I HATE going into Sunday with a disaster of a house.  How can the spirit possibly enter into this home with all of this clutter and chaos.  Jacob slept on the couch and Kevin and I kept painting until 1AM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After church the next day, we sent the kids to my moms house and off to work we went.  We got the shelves installed and furniture back in the room.  These shelves are amazing.  Kevin just amazes me with his carpentry skills every time.  I just gave him an idea of what I wanted and he took the idea and totally made it better.  It's not even done yet and it looks so AWESOME!!  When Jacob got back home, he was totally floored by his new room.  He loves it and he told us how much he appreciated all of the hard work that we did.  BONUS!!  That made it all worth while.  I still have a kitchen full of toys and books and shoes that I am going to sort out and slowly move things back into his room.  I don't have any pictures yet but I will post some of the finished room soon.  I don't know who likes the room more, Kevin or Jacob.  It's definitely a boys room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good thing it's raining today, I have no reason now not to finish this "easy little one-day project" now.  Or so I think:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3014233167236524356?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3014233167236524356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3014233167236524356&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3014233167236524356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3014233167236524356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-space.html' title='A New Space'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3099517047281555423</id><published>2009-02-20T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:35:12.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southridge Heatwave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wish I was talking about the weather here, but sadly I am not. I am talking about the Southridge High School Heatwave Dance Team. They ROCK!! At the beginning of this month they were able to perform at half-time at the Pro-Bowl in Hawaii. They had a GREAT time and were able to share the stage with the likes of David Archuleta, Enrique Iglesias and Ciara. Not to mention ALL of the famous football players. Anyway, here is a video of their Jazz routine that they are working on for the State Dance Competition in March. 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I reply, "Jacob, I am always so proud of you." "Yeah, but this time you are going to be even more proud of me," he says. He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a certificate. It reads - Maya Angelou Elementary School, This certifies that JACOB OLSON is awarded this certificate for Demonstrating The Character Trait: PERSEVERANCE, followed by the date and signatures by the school principal and his teacher. I was immediately happy for him because he has been wanting one of the "Student of the Month" awards since Kindergarten and has never received one. Back in November, Kayla came home with one for demonstrating Fairness. He was happy for Kayla but was mad because he says he tries to do the best he can and had never received an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for him and hugged and loved on him and asked him, "So, what did you get this award for?" "I don't know, it says on there." Perseverance. I started thinking, this is kind of a weird award. Who gets an award for perseverance? Fairness I understand. That's easy, but perseverance? I asked Jacob if he knew what perseverance meant. He said no so we decided to look it up together in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;per⋅se⋅ver⋅ance  [pur-suh-veer-uhns] –noun&lt;br /&gt;1. steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;2. Theology. continuance in a state of grace to the end, leading to eternal salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per·se·ver·ance (pûr'sə-vîr'əns) n.&lt;br /&gt;1. Steady persistence in adhering to a course of action, a belief, or a purpose; steadfastness.&lt;br /&gt;2. Christianity The Calvinistic doctrine that those who have been chosen by God will continue in a state of grace to the end and will finally be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance Per`se*ver"ance, n.&lt;br /&gt;1. The act of persevering; persistence in anything undertaken; continued pursuit or prosecution of any business, or enterprise begun. "The king-becoming graces . . . perseverance, mercy, lowliness." --Shak.&lt;br /&gt;Whose constant perseverance overcame Whate'er his cruel malice could invent. --Milton.&lt;br /&gt;2. Discrimination. [Obs.] --Sir J. Harrington.&lt;br /&gt;3. (Theol.) Continuance in a state of grace until it is succeeded by a state of glory; sometimes called final perseverance, and the perseverance of the saints. See Calvinism.&lt;br /&gt;Syn: Persistence; steadfastness; constancy; steadiness; pertinacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think was WOW. Is this how my sons teacher sees him? Is this what he is like when I am not around, with his peers? I became teary, my heart was full, I was proud. I hugged and hugged him. He didn't think it was a big enough deal to bring his mama to tears, but they were happy tears. Jacob is such an amazing little boy and he is showing character traits that some grown men never have. He is mature beyond his years and he doesn't even know it. Still I wonder, what did he persevere through that landed him an award for it? Is he still trying to persevere through this? I am curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it isn't such a weird award after all. I can't wait until conference time so I can sit with his teacher and discuss this more fully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SZr_maFCSFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Q2z6Hi7Se7A/s1600-h/Misc+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832546482735186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SZr_maFCSFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Q2z6Hi7Se7A/s320/Misc+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-2034998462243319830?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2034998462243319830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=2034998462243319830&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2034998462243319830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/2034998462243319830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/perseverance.html' title='Perseverance'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SZr_maFCSFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Q2z6Hi7Se7A/s72-c/Misc+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1999962409060065859</id><published>2009-02-12T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:09:59.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want it??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know you want it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know quiet your girlish screams, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offer does have some restricitions and limitations: 1 - I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! 2- What I create will be made with you in mind. 3-It'll be done this year (glad it just started). The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1999962409060065859?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1999962409060065859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1999962409060065859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1999962409060065859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1999962409060065859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-want-it.html' title='Do you want it??'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7635295625480222656</id><published>2009-02-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:41:11.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I couldn't figure out which socks were mine and which ones were Jacob's. He is 8. I am 31. How sad is that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I tried a new recipe from the &lt;a href="http://get-your-eat-on.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get Your Eat On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog and my family LOVED it. It was the Chicken a la Fuente. Yummy!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I found out that my &lt;a href="http://bunchofnoyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bro-in-law&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;will star in a play in Moses Lake. He will be Gaston in Beauty in the Beast. How exciting!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I went from smiling to crying within about 10 minutes because first I read &lt;a href="http://tharker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiffany's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog then I read &lt;a href="http://prpakakjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Karen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night I had the privilege of escorting my sister at Senior Night at the Southridge basketball game. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I am not happy that it snowed last night. I am really looking forward to Spring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday Kayla told me she wanted to cut her hair short.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I priced out a trip to Disneyland for our little family over Spring Break and was really happy with the numbers I came up with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I found out it's gonna cost the same amount as the trip I wanted to take to fix my car. Figures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I am "burning" Irish Cream in my Scentsy warmer. It smells like a very strong maple syrup to me. Makes me want pancakes!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today my girls were rockin' out to our old Green Day CD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday my little sister Ashley got home from her trip to Hawaii with her dance team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I am hoping to get our taxes done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I feel bad for skipping out on Kelsie's one activity she has a week. I was just not in the get-up-and-get-going mood this morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today Jacob is so excited for his play date after school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I need to study for my RS lesson on Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday I decided I wanted to run in a 5K this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I am wondering what I was thinking about wanting to run a 5K.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday Kelsie told me she was not a baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today Keslie told me going potty in the toilet was too hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now I am thankful for everything I have, everything I know, and how hard my husband works to keep us comfortable. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7635295625480222656?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7635295625480222656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7635295625480222656&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7635295625480222656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7635295625480222656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1537570460312750555</id><published>2009-02-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:24:35.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE being a MOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is for all of you AMAZING MOMS out there!!  My cousin-by-marriage, Sheri, sent me this via email and I just HAD to post it for you all to watch. This is so Awesome!! I found myself clapping and giggling at the end.  ENJOY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82db1f2ab4aec3d4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82db1f2ab4aec3d4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44EE45CAA960307E6092B2EA57FB1AE34B4E5725.195BC2FB43AA71C959F2E651A57DB2F5FBC71337%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82db1f2ab4aec3d4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMo1yjtIKEoR1A6iv7f6j0N6CHPY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82db1f2ab4aec3d4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44EE45CAA960307E6092B2EA57FB1AE34B4E5725.195BC2FB43AA71C959F2E651A57DB2F5FBC71337%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82db1f2ab4aec3d4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMo1yjtIKEoR1A6iv7f6j0N6CHPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1537570460312750555?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82db1f2ab4aec3d4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1537570460312750555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1537570460312750555&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1537570460312750555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1537570460312750555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-being-mom.html' title='I LOVE being a MOM!!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7402999781141730012</id><published>2009-02-01T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:07:09.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Down and Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past Thursday was our Pinewood Derby. It was Jacob's first one and we were all very excited for him. Here are some before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTBpacTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sxTYwrT2BPc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010299437838642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTBpacTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sxTYwrT2BPc/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob and Kevin working on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTTVvp_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/98G0oPjQ4zk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010304187181042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTTVvp_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/98G0oPjQ4zk/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks like Kevin did all the work, but I promise, Jacob did some sanding:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTqvF8EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W4dxKWwQaOY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010310467514434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTqvF8EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W4dxKWwQaOY/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his "Magic Machine" car.  As you can see, they also had to have a special case to carry it in.  Both the boys were very excited about what they had made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTm9sXNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/g0uwrF4f8ok/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010309455011026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTm9sXNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/g0uwrF4f8ok/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here was the line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZRWNxYXHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yYMK_8AyV1E/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298011453743717490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZRWNxYXHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yYMK_8AyV1E/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The race is on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZRWErKbNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sDvh_iOmCLE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298011451301719250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZRWErKbNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sDvh_iOmCLE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and fellow scout, Easton, cheering on their cars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZRWqp6gHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TZwfjGAME1s/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298011461497028722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZRWqp6gHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TZwfjGAME1s/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't get a picture of the end result, but Jacob ending up placing 3rd out of thirteen boys and it also got him a spot in the "District" Race at the end of March.   Father and son had a great time and were very excited about the end result.  Now, they are tweaking the car a bit to get ready for the big race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7402999781141730012?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7402999781141730012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7402999781141730012&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7402999781141730012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7402999781141730012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/gettin-down-and-derby.html' title='Gettin&apos; Down and Derby'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYZQTBpacTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/sxTYwrT2BPc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3691045244152197102</id><published>2009-01-28T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:56:59.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I nominate ME for Wife of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry, I didn't realize this would be so long of a story. Hope you make it to the end:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little bold, I know, but you have to understand how much this means to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise that Kevin loves sports. Football, basketball, baseball, all of the X-Games stuff, winter sports, you name - Kevin loves it. Mostly he watches on TV. We have been able to attend a few Sonics games (back when Seattle had a team) many, many Mariners games (our favorite) and lots of local hockey and baseball games. We even attended EVERY SINGLE Southridge High School Football game this year. My man loves his sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's also no surprise that he enjoys basketball most of all. Jacob started his basketball season a few weeks ago and the conversations these two have about the game just crack me up. Kevin loves to give Jacob pointers about what he should be doing on the court. It's fun for me to watch and listen to these two. When we were first married and lived in Kennewick, they had a YM Church Basketball league and Kevin was our ward YM coach. We won the Stake title a few years in a row and can you believe that Kevin even got a TECHNICAL called on him once while he was coaching a game!! He gets a little intense. I know its hard to believe, but it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAY - His favorite to watch on TV is College Basketball. His favorite team - can you guess? GONZAGA!! Yes! he is Mormon and YES! that is a catholic school - so what? He LOVES this team. When he was younger, he played in Spokane's' Hoop Fest a few times. He was able to watch the Zags players shoot around and play before they were "on the map". He really enjoyed watching them. When they started televising their games more and more he would watch - every game. Lucky for him, his wife also enjoys watching sports. I can get a little intense myself at times. Poor Jacob, I may embarrass him very badly some day. Yes, I am one of THOSE moms when watching sports. He has all of the gear - hats, shirts, sweatshirts and shorts. You can sometimes find him wearing ALL of this gear while watching a game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a cousin who attended GU back in 1999, and I would ask her to try and get me tickets for Kevin. She always told me that it was really hard to get tickets and you had to stand in long lines for hours. SO I was never able to get any tickets. Then when EBay became popular, I tried to get tickets that way. GOOD LUCK! That bidding always got way too high for my humble little pocket. Still, every year I would try and try to get tickets. He would say that it was no big deal. It was better to watch on TV anyway. For about TEN years now I have tried to get tickets without breaking the bank. So again, this year the hunt was on. I went to EBay - too expensive. Then I tried Craigslist. This was better, but I would usually respond to a post and they would say "I got an offer that is higher than yours." Then I would say thanks, but no thanks. So frustrating. All I want are two tickets to a Zags game that is not gonna put us in the poor house. A gift for my well deserving husband!! Is that too much to ask? I submit a post to Craiglist myself - WANTED 2 Zags Tickets Any Home Game. A very nice man who is a season ticket holder replies and says he has tickets to a game, that he will sell me for a very good price, that happens to be on the same night as Kevin's Cousins' wedding reception. GRRRRRR! So I reply thank you but I am busy that day. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;January 16, 2009. I am on the computer Friday evening checking my email and stuff. Kevin and I are talking. I am just about ready to click off of my email for the night, when a message appears. I look at who it's from, but don't recognize the name. All it says in the "about" line is Tickets. Kevin is still talking to me but I am not really listening because I have been intrigued by this message. I click on it and it reads, "I am sending out this email to those who have responded to my ads in the past. I have tickets to the best three home games this year. I scheduled a vacation months ago that happen to fall on these game days. Will sell individual games to the first to reply." I read the dates and opponents and the price he is asking and I literally screamed and jumped. Kevin is looking at me like I am NUTS. As I hit reply and am typing as fast as I can go, I tell him what I just read. I can't keep a secret from him okay, especially a good "surprise gift" like this. Without even discussing the price or which game I hit send, requesting the Saturday game at the price he listed. I wait for what seemed like an ETERNITY. The same man who offered me the tickets that I couldn't use because of the wedding was the man who had posted these tickets. He was shocked as to how quickly I replied. I laughed. He said since I was the first to reply he would sell me the tickets, but I had to meet him in Spokane with the cash. I frantically email him back explaining that I live in Tri-Cities and I really want these tickets as a gift for my husband, I will send him a check ASAP. He was a little hesitant. I BEGGED him not to sell the tickets. I would find a way to get to Spokane and get those tickets. He agreed to hold them for me. Lucky for me (and Kevin) Monday the 19th was MLK day. No school. I got up early, packed the kids in the car for a road trip. I let the man know I was coming to Spokane and he told me he would be in his office that day. I got directions and off we went. My sister Ashley went with me and the whole way there she's like, "Are you sure this is legit?", "Are you sure it's safe? What if he is a psycho?" Not helping Ashley!! When we pulled up to the building, it looked like a very expensive nice building. I was to meet him in the lobby with the cash. Sounds like a scary movie, right?! I was a little nervous, I have to admit. Ashley told me she had my back, oh I feel so much better now. I walk in and look around. Very nice building, waterfalls, offices for lawyers and CPA's, etc. I see the elevator door open and a man that I promise was like 7 feet tall comes walking out. I am only 5'1" on a good day. I see the tickets in his hand and he is looking around for someone. You see, usually when I tell someone I have never met before what my name is, they picture and average height, Caucasian woman, not a short, Hispanic woman. So he is looking around and he looks at me curiously and says "Are you Amy?" I says yes and hold out my hand to shake his hand. It's awkward because 1) He wasn't expecting me to be me and 2) He is like over two feet taller that I am! I hold out the cash and he hands me the tickets. YES!! I tell him repeatedly how thankful I am and how excited my husband will be and how nice it was of him to sell me the tickets at FACE VALUE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYDrwViI1tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-FEpKFm8MSU/s1600-h/tickets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296492377434281682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYDrwViI1tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-FEpKFm8MSU/s400/tickets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;SCORE!! Finally after so many years of trying. But wait, it gets better. He leans over to point out the tickets to me. I chose to buy the tickets for the Saturday game (February 7) knowing it would be better for a sitter and an out-of-town trip, not caring who the opponent was. He points out that the game is against MEMPHIS. (Ooh, good match up, how exciting!) The game will be played at the Spokane Arena, instead of the Zags McCarthy Center. (Awww, too bad, at least we got tickets to a game.) Oh and it will be an ESPN Nationally televised game,(WHAT!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!) I am beyond thrilled. I again overly shake his hand and turn out to the car skipping the whole way to tell my sister. Like I said before, I can't keep a secret from Kevin so I call him right away and tell him the news and he is just giddy. "That's AWESOME!!" Is all he can say. I have him look up the seats on-line and they are pretty good. He then looks up to see how much these tickets are going for on EBay. Get this - $198 PER TICKET!!! I got TWO tickets for less than $100 a piece. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kevin has told all of his buddies and anyone who will listen about his gift from me. He is so excited, I can't even tell you. I am trying to convince him that he doesn't need to paint his chest and go all SuperFan on me. We will see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So this is why I have nominated MYSELF for wife of the year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYDvFysTGVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sfQkt6zYLoA/s1600-h/GU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296496044573661522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYDvFysTGVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/sfQkt6zYLoA/s400/GU2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GO ZAGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3691045244152197102?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3691045244152197102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3691045244152197102&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3691045244152197102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3691045244152197102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-nominate-me-for-wife-of-year.html' title='I nominate ME for Wife of the Year'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SYDrwViI1tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-FEpKFm8MSU/s72-c/tickets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1888351036351269661</id><published>2009-01-21T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:59:16.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy My Future Rock Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/olson8720/KidsGuitarHero.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1888351036351269661?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1888351036351269661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1888351036351269661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1888351036351269661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1888351036351269661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoy-my-future-rock-stars.html' title='Enjoy My Future Rock Stars'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-393583073974505850</id><published>2009-01-20T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:36:40.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You might remember &lt;a href="http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-seeing-clearly.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post from a few months ago. Well, the verdict is in and YES, Kayla does need glasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look just BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRIubOCUI/AAAAAAAAAag/83epF40PQBQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293507622363597122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRIubOCUI/AAAAAAAAAag/83epF40PQBQ/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRIHRgiPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/E8WcN2sgSYo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293507611853883634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRIHRgiPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/E8WcN2sgSYo/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRHqr5HxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4M0ye3z73wI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293507604179918610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRHqr5HxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4M0ye3z73wI/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRHfGhCiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-mh6IADvaYU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293507601070361122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRHfGhCiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-mh6IADvaYU/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had to wait until January for her eye exam because we didn't have vision insurance back in October. We enrolled in November and it went into effect in January. We went to see the nice eye doctor who confirmed what the school thought. I had a HUGE headache because I really didn't think she was going to need them, then they tell you the cost of the frames and lenses. Headache increases. We find out that our new insurance is about the worst insurance in the world, it doesn't cover anything and no one accepts it. Migraine. She tries on a few different frames and I just don't like ANY of them. None of them look right on her cute little face. She falls in love with this HUGE electric purple pair that she thinks she just has to have. I convince her that we need to go home and discuss it with daddy and shop around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I talk to a few friends and get some advice. We shop around and our last stop is at good old dependable Wal-Mart. We go in and are immediately greeted by the nicest man who helps us and walks me through this whole process. She finds this pair of adorable Hannah Montana purple glasses with pink stars all on her own, tries them on, and we both smile immediately from ear to ear. These were the ones. They were perfect!! Then I thought okay well, lets check out the price. Mr. nice manager dude tell us the price, and can you believe it that they are CHEAPER at Wal-Mart without my insurance, because again, nobody accepts our insurance that doesn't cover anything anyway, than it would be to go to our doctor's office, or any where else using our insurance. I was blown away. We go ahead and order and pay for them, that's how inexpensive they were, and Mr. manager dude says they'll be in in 7 days. We thank him and go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kayla asks everyday, when her glasses are coming in and I keep telling her a few more days, a few more days. Well, can you believe, that only 4 days after we ordered them, Mr. Manager calls us at home and tells us that they are in!! WOW!! This is a better experience than I ever could have imagined. I was a dork, and Kayla is cute and adorable and says that now that she has glasses she wants to be a teacher at Maya Angelou when she grows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The funny thing to me though, is she never had that moment that I have heard of kids having where they are like WOW, I can see so much better. She says there is no difference when we read with her glasses on or off. I don't know, I am not a doctor, I am just saying, I really thought she would have that moment. Maybe she still needs time to get used to them. Anyway, so that is our experience with getting new glasses for Kayla:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-393583073974505850?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/393583073974505850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=393583073974505850&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/393583073974505850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/393583073974505850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-see.html' title='I SEE'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXZRIubOCUI/AAAAAAAAAag/83epF40PQBQ/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1015971743613051899</id><published>2009-01-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:02:51.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with our Christmas gifts</title><content type='html'>I know the holidays are over, but I didn't ever post any pictures of Christmas so I am doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKp0z2WxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HIKdjErNLmk/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952382059895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKp0z2WxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HIKdjErNLmk/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Jacob in his new sparring gear that he got from mom &amp;amp; dad. He was very excited to receive this gift. Now he can enter a Tae-Kwon-Do Tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKqb0utLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R2UA2IucP10/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952392532571314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKqb0utLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R2UA2IucP10/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsie is getting her hair washed at Salon Olson. It's very hard to get an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKqxoyoTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZGCHksHpIhk/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952398388076850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKqxoyoTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZGCHksHpIhk/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stylists at Salon Olson are magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKrLq_7OI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/creHzp9zIdc/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952405376658658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKrLq_7OI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/creHzp9zIdc/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky customer, Tyson Olson, receiving the VIP treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKrWHWi_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bf5nxbpgsAA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291952408179936242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKrWHWi_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bf5nxbpgsAA/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and we also have a live band performing while you get your hair done. It features lead guitarist Jake "Rock Man" Olson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1015971743613051899?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1015971743613051899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1015971743613051899&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1015971743613051899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1015971743613051899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-with-our-christmas-gifts.html' title='Playing with our Christmas gifts'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SXDKp0z2WxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/HIKdjErNLmk/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5540696860691246464</id><published>2009-01-15T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:24:45.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we love Edward? Is this the Answer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wonderful Mother-in-law sent me an e-mail with &lt;a href="http://www.meridianmagazine.com/familyconnections/090114mastery.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; article in it. Lorrie, I hope you don't mind me blogging this:)  You should know that she recently finished reading the entire Twilight series after listening to all of us go on and on about it. You should also know that she was contemplating putting an "I heart Edward" widget on her blog page. Oh, I also failed to mention that my father-in-laws name is Edward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this article VERY interesting. The author gives you something to ponder. She may be on to something here. I found it very enlightening. After you read &lt;a href="http://www.meridianmagazine.com/familyconnections/090114mastery.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; article, I would LOVE to hear your thoughts and comments about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5540696860691246464?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5540696860691246464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5540696860691246464&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5540696860691246464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5540696860691246464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-we-love-edward-is-this-answer.html' title='Why do we love Edward? Is this the Answer?'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7427051286792337882</id><published>2009-01-13T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:21:07.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Groove and Not IN the Groove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems like FOREVER since I have been in blog land which is very sad to me because I LOVE blog land. I have just had a rough time getting back in the groove since after the holidays. I feel like I have had so much catching up to do and not enough daylight to get it all done. Today I feel like I am finally getting a handle on things. So I excitedly sit down to type something out and I think, "Where do I start?" So many little things have happened in our little home. I think I have plenty of writing material, let's h ope I can continue to have the time to write it out. Today, I am choosing to write about bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is getting the kids to bed and in a "normal" bedtime routine so hard for us? Well, part of it is because I worked for 6 years outside the home in the evenings. Guess who was in charge of a bedtime routine - not me!! Usually when I would come home at nights everyone was in the living room asleep on the floor or couches. Television on, toys and stuff everywhere. Then I had to move them to their beds. Some nights they would wake up and I would have to help them fall back to sleep. There was no routine or schedule during those 6 years, they just fell asleep when they fell asleep. It didn't bother me then because I wasn't at home to deal with the late nights. Kevin did the best he could after coming home from working all day to have to watch three kids all by himself. Not an easy job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little over a year ago, we were blessed with being able to have me stop working outside the home. This made our family so happy. For a few months it was hard, not having "a life outside the home". I had to rely on contact with adults at church or visiting teachers who I never wanted to leave. I had to work on adjusting myself to staying home full-time, tougher than it sounds, believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the beginning of this last school year in September we decided that there is no reason why the kids should be up so late. We need time in the evening to have adult conversation, get church callings done and just BE, ya know? So we instilled a bedtime routine. Pajamas on and teeth brushed at a certain time, books read, prayers said and into bead. Piece of cake, right? WRONG!!! They have fought us every step of the way. They do not like having a bedtime routine at all. I always use one line on them that they totally hate, "Every other kid that we know is in bed right now, why aren't you?!?!" They have such a hard time. We tell them they have to be in their rooms but not necessarily asleep, they can read or draw. They just don't like to be in their rooms alone. We spend all night going back and forth from room to room trying to calm them down and get them to stay. It's so frustrating!!! Then once the holidays hit it's even harder because we are never home. We are out visiting family and friends and aren't home in time to instill the routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's a mother to do? I know most of you all have little angles that are in bed by eight and you get a lovely evening to yourself. This is my dream. I know for most of you it's an easy bedtime routine. Not for us, we are still trying. Every night we go through the same thing. I keep telling myself consistency is the key. Since the beginning of the new year, I decided to make little charts of "Daily things to do" for each one of them to mark off and keep track daily. Things like brush teeth, say prayers, read scriptures, GO TO BED ON TIME, etc. With each task that is done, they get a point. Once they have reached X amount of points individually, we get to go on a family outing either bowling or ice skating. Since we started this little reward system, I think, maybe, we have more of a routine showing up in this house. It's not perfect yet, but slowly, we are getting there. We have found that we can't skip a night because then they have a hard time getting back on track the next night. This is another challenge because then we can never go anywhere. Like this coming Thursday, Kevin and I are going to the Temple. This means the kids will be at my moms' house. Which means that after a session and hopefully a bite to eat afterwards, we will be home very late. Do you see what I mean. Then Friday night will be hard to get back on track. This has been my CHALLENGE. Every night. We all know it's coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SO my hope is that by the end of the school year they will be in a good little routine that we can depend on and I can get some quiet evenings. Then guess what happens. SUMMER!! Does this mean I will have to start all over again come fall? It's a never ending vicious cycle. I dare say that bedtimes will be a challeneg for me and my little family for a long time. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7427051286792337882?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7427051286792337882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7427051286792337882&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7427051286792337882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7427051286792337882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-groove-and-not-in-groove.html' title='Back in the Groove and Not IN the Groove'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1575586238530883193</id><published>2008-12-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:09:12.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="myspace layout" src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/NWYRSGS45.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1575586238530883193?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1575586238530883193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1575586238530883193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1575586238530883193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1575586238530883193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7781926036465155594</id><published>2008-12-29T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:57:48.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are still here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Olson's are all still here and doing very well. We have been enjoying the wonderful holiday season and lots of time togther, which means not too much time to myself for blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a really great Christmas filled with family, food, gifts, laughs, memories and even tears. I really love this time of year and it seems like it just comes and goes so quickly. The New Year is quickly upon us and it always makes me reflect and think about the year that has past. I must say that our little family has been truly blessed this year. I can look back at all of the "little" things that happened and know that my Heavenly Father was there for us in so many ways. I am thankful for the friends and family that surround us and the wonderful examples you are to us. We are looking forward to another amazing year, come what may, and hope that you and yours will be blessed in the year to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like there are SO many things and little events that I could blog about, but I don't have that much time, so look for future posts in the New Year that will show you how we spent our Christmas Season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7781926036465155594?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7781926036465155594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7781926036465155594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7781926036465155594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7781926036465155594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-still-here.html' title='We are still here!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7326032974291371983</id><published>2008-12-11T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:33:45.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW!</title><content type='html'>Remember this? This was the scene last year. Apparently, we are in for it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMvhRG_8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Gde5OVaRO4s/s1600-h/004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278584617522626498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMvhRG_8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Gde5OVaRO4s/s320/004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMvKJb38I/AAAAAAAAAZI/nTjheo1nebo/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278584611316424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMvKJb38I/AAAAAAAAAZI/nTjheo1nebo/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMurAUN8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/xbur0ZgeAcg/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278584602956675010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMurAUN8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/xbur0ZgeAcg/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope I don't get a snowball thrown at me for this. My family and I LOVE the snow! Most excited of all - KEVIN!! He totally loves snow. Mr. Weatherman has been saying all week that we will get a good amount of snow on Friday and Saturday. I can't even tell you how excited Kevin and the kids are for the white stuff to fall and bury us all. Most people hate the snow. It makes a mess, causes accidents and it is so cold. I love how it looks. I love to grab a warm blanky, a cup of hot cocoa and a good book and watch it fall. I love the feeling it gives me at this time of year, but I don't LOVE it like Kevin and my kids do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if any of you see a crazy bunch of "kids" playing out side all weekend, if in fact we do get some snow, it's probably my family. They already have their snow gear and sleds out and ready to go. Feel free to start a snowball fight with them, I am SURE they would welcome it:) Have a great weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7326032974291371983?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7326032974291371983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7326032974291371983&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7326032974291371983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7326032974291371983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SUFMvhRG_8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Gde5OVaRO4s/s72-c/004+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6106414018465895534</id><published>2008-12-06T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:54:48.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent-sational Last Minute Christmas Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STsyA7HYS3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FsTm8svBhhM/s1600-h/SnowflakeStyled_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276866379844701042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STsyA7HYS3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FsTm8svBhhM/s200/SnowflakeStyled_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you done with your Christmas shopping yet? Most of you are, but I am NOT!! If there is anyone out there like me who is not done with their shopping yet and needs an idea, how about this one - SCENTSY!! Whether for yourself or someone else, Scentsy makes a great gift. If you or anyone you know would like some Scentsy products, I can take orders up until December 13 for guaranteed Christmas delivery. If it's not for Christmas then I can take your order whenever you like:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STsz0URUF0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/v909Fz9hxlE/s1600-h/december_system_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276868362282211138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STsz0URUF0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/v909Fz9hxlE/s200/december_system_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering, the December scent of the month is Hearth &amp;amp; Home, spices of the season mixed with Sweet Bayberry, smells great!! The warmers of the month are Cyprus and Malta, they have a Mediterranean feel and look to them, they are BEAUTIFUL!! If you are curious, check out the link to my Scentsy page on the side-bar to the right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend and a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you would like to set up a smelling session give me a call or leave me a message and I would be more than happy to arrange that for you as well.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6106414018465895534?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6106414018465895534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6106414018465895534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6106414018465895534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6106414018465895534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/scent-sational-last-minute-christmas.html' title='Scent-sational Last Minute Christmas Gifts'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STsyA7HYS3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FsTm8svBhhM/s72-c/SnowflakeStyled_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-945129523795930807</id><published>2008-12-03T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:02:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gift To You</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the giving spirit of the holiday season, my gift to you all is this one suggestion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;READ THIS BOOK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STa5Z9CE3BI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9_NCTlyK_C0/s1600-h/Beck+Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275607869042252818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STa5Z9CE3BI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9_NCTlyK_C0/s400/Beck+Book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I promise you, you won't be disappointed.  It is the perfect book to read especially at this time of year.  I bought this book almost three weeks ago in Spokane.  Kevin got to it first and read it in about two days.  Kevin is not a big reader and he REALLY loved this book.  He kept asking me when I was going to start reading it.  Last night I took Jacob to TKD and left the girls home with Kevin and took the book with me.  I couldn't put it down after that.  I started the book at 6:00 pm and had it all read by exactly midnight.  I had a few interruptions through out the night that slowed me down but I am glad I stuck with it and read it all.  I was sitting in my bed in tears at midnight.  Kevin rolls over and looks at me and says, "You finished the book, didn't you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When you do read the book I would love to know how you felt about it.  Merry Christmas and happy reading&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. The book is based on the true, personal story of Glenn Beck.  It just makes it that much better.  Curious yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-945129523795930807?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/945129523795930807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=945129523795930807&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/945129523795930807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/945129523795930807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-gift-to-you.html' title='My Gift To You'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/STa5Z9CE3BI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9_NCTlyK_C0/s72-c/Beck+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-859067945434638348</id><published>2008-12-01T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:22:35.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have had a VERY. LONG. Day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jacob said he was sick, which he was at 4:00 am when he was puking out his lungs.  He stays home from school, only to have more energy than a whole classroom full of children and was completely bored all day.  Next time he is so going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsie is two.  At home all day with a big brother who is bored.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kayla had her first major breakdown EVER this evening.  I have never seen her behave this way.  Major temper tantrum.  I had to punish her by having her miss gymnastics tonight, which was a HUGE punishment to her.  This made her even more upset.  Not a good situation for Kevin to come home to after a long day at work for him.  I feel awful about the whole thing.  She got over it after about 30 minutes, but I am just feeling like the worst mom in the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner was nothing amazing.  I didn't get a lesson or anything prepared for tonight's FHE.  What a day.  I can't wait for tomorrow.  I am hoping for more smiles and less crying, frowny faces in the Olson home on Tuesday.  On the plus side, I remade my page layout.  Pretty proud of myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-859067945434638348?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/859067945434638348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=859067945434638348&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/859067945434638348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/859067945434638348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday.html' title='MONDAY'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5290968224260180055</id><published>2008-11-25T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:57:01.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN looks good on Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday night, Jacob had Tae-Kwon-Do testing. He was testing to advance from an Orange Belt to a Green Belt. He did such a good job. I was able to stay and watch him for a little while before I had to leave to go and watch TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, my little man did pass his testing and received his new belt. He is so proud of himself. It's a lot of hard work on his part and he absolutely loves it. There are nine belt colors: White, Gold, Orange, Green, Purple, Blue, Red, Brown and Black. Jacob's goal is to be a Blue belt by the end of the school year. That is quite a high goal to set for himself, but he is determined to get it done. Congratulations Jacob!! We are very proud of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SSw8DGOVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/exFzXGvv5pI/s1600-h/007+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655287652001650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SSw8DGOVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/exFzXGvv5pI/s200/007+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SSw8C-3xmXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/QltaxCS9xvE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272655285678348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SSw8C-3xmXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/QltaxCS9xvE/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5290968224260180055?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5290968224260180055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5290968224260180055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5290968224260180055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5290968224260180055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-looks-good-on-jacob.html' title='GREEN looks good on Jacob'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SSw8DGOVJ3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/exFzXGvv5pI/s72-c/007+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-3140274800758527070</id><published>2008-11-21T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:40:44.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a GREAT day in Spokane!!! All of the kids got an A+ from the dentist. No cavities, yay!!! Kelsie sat, with help from daddy, for her first "exam" and earned a prize. She was very happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went over to the Valley Mall and I was SO excited to go to Down East Basics. I got the new catalog in the mail the other day and had picked out a few things I wanted. PROBLEM - what I am lacking in height, I make up for in width which mean that the clothes does not look on me the way it does on the pretty models in the magazine. I was SO bummed. I look short, plump and boxy in the cute skirts, the skirts come down to my mid-calf and just nothing was working for me. I came home with a few wonder tees and some tees and cami's for Kayla. It works I guess. But I was able to buy a new book!! I was very excited to purchase "The Christmas Sweater" by Glenn Beck. I love that it is set in Washington. I have only read a few pages but can't wait to get into it. It should be a quick read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To top off the day HSM on Ice was so AWESOME! Jacob and Kayla where so in shock when we told them where we were going. They were just giddy. Kayla had a permanent smile from ear to ear. She sang the entire time, actually we ALL did, including Kevin. It was a great show. I am so thankful that we had the opportunity to do that as a family. Next up: TKD Graduation and . . . ummm . . . oh what was that other thing? Oh yeah . . . TWILIGHT TONIGHT!!! Oh joy! I am so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScALFDVIQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pTqqSRmWYUQ/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271182079195160834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScALFDVIQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pTqqSRmWYUQ/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScAK1kQJJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BfnEc-0emZs/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271182075038278802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScAK1kQJJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BfnEc-0emZs/s320/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScAKSvKqiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/96LRp0JMwWc/s1600-h/scan0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271182065688816162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScAKSvKqiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/96LRp0JMwWc/s320/scan0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-3140274800758527070?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3140274800758527070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=3140274800758527070&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3140274800758527070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/3140274800758527070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday.html' title='THURSDAY'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SScALFDVIQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pTqqSRmWYUQ/s72-c/204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5192404598679550086</id><published>2008-11-19T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:05:22.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Week and Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been in the posting mood this week, but suddenly I have perked up and am giddy with excitment. This post will fill you in on what the Olson's are doing this end of week/weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow, my children will not be in school. In fact, we will not be in the Tri-Cities. We are not going far, but it is a trip we make every six months. Long story short, we choose to go to a children's dentist in Spokane that we absolutely LOVE! We have been making this trip since about 2005, I think. So every six months we make our way to Spokane for the dentist and then a fun family day. We always look forward to it. Tomorrow is no different. Jacob and Kayla have their cleanings and Kelsie also has her first visit with the dentist. Afterwards, we will be having lunch with some family and then doing a little bit of shopping. I am looking forward to visiting the Down East Basics store in the Valley Mall. I hope I can find something nice and inexpensive. We will hang out all day and visit with family in the evening before heading over to the Spokane Coliseum to watch Disney's High School Musical On Ice!! I am so excited!! The kids have no idea that we are going to go watch this show. I cannot wait until we pull up to the building and they realize what we are doing. It's going to be so fun:) This is our Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Friday, I will be cleaning my house and doing odds and ends and running errands, nothing too exciting. Friday evening at about 5:30, we will be attending Jacob's Graduation Test night in Tae Kwon Do. He has the opportunity to become a Green Belt. He is SO excited. I will be posting about that next week with video, hopefully. A little later Friday night, oh say about sevenish, I will be anxiously waiting to watch TWILIGHT with the rest of the women in P-Town!! Sounds like a GREAT day to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday. I will be heading out of town at about noonish with my sister, Lisa, and my cousin, Cristina. We will be driving to Tacoma. Why you ask? WELL. . . at 8 pm, in the Tacoma Dome, we will be entertained by none other than the NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!! Okay, let me have it. I know that you are all snickering and rolling your eyes right now, but we really are excited. I had the opportunity to see them three times in concert when I was fourteen and we thought it would be fun to do it again. I was a HUGE NKOTB geek as an early teenager. I was suppose to marry Jordan Knight. LOL!! Wow, I can't believe I just admitted that! We are meeting up with some more family at the concert. I really am looking forward to see what this concert will be like. No matter the outcome of the concert, a girls trip is always tons of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am hoping that my husband and children will make it to church on Sunday without me here to keep them all in line. If the girls have funky hair on Sunday, please know that Kevin tries really hard to comb their hair. He does a good job, for a dad:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are in for a lot of fun starting tomorrow and I can't wait to get it started. Hopefully, I will have a lot to post about next week!! Have a great weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5192404598679550086?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5192404598679550086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5192404598679550086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5192404598679550086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5192404598679550086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-week-and-weekend-fun.html' title='End of the Week and Weekend Fun'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5875319915282500864</id><published>2008-11-17T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:34:18.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you to all who entered my little giveaway and left comments.  I had a great time reading what everyone had to say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like I said before, I am not very creative, so each of you received a number in the order that you left your comments.  I put those numbers in a bowl and my lovely assistant, Kayla, drew a number from the bowl.  The number she picked was  . . . comment number . . . 8.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kris, you are my winner!!  Congratulations!!!  I will be sending you a catalog and you can choose a Scentsy Room Spray in any fragrance you want!!  You won't be disappointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was so fun!  Thanks again for playing my little game and have a great week:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5875319915282500864?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5875319915282500864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5875319915282500864&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5875319915282500864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5875319915282500864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is . . .'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8037469602511327901</id><published>2008-11-10T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:38:39.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCENT-sational Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been inspired by Alicia, Amy M, Jan and Kate and so many of you other great blog givers to do a giveaway of my own. The occasion for my giveaway is that my visitors counter hit over 4,000 over the weekend. I am sure that most of those is probably just me reloading my page all day, but since I haven't even been on the computer since Thursday, I guess that somebody is actually reading my little space in cyber world!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, okay, so back to the giveaway. I am not a crafty person AT ALL!! I can copy someone elses' idea really well, but I am not creative on my own. I don't have any great talents so I won't be making anything. I can cook and bake pretty good, but am not sure I am confident enough to cook or bake something for you. What I CAN do is offer you a GREAT product that I know most all of you have tried and most likely loved. Since I am the new Scentsy-girl, I am offering you one of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SRhukl3_rsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zdiHKlwvOjQ/s1600-h/room+sprays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267081339131113154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SRhukl3_rsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zdiHKlwvOjQ/s320/room+sprays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Scentsy Room Spray in YOUR CHOICE of fragrance!!  Not sure what fragrance you want?  There are so  many good ones!!  How about the November Scent of the Month Cinnamon Cider.  IT IS WONDERFUL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All you have to do to enter my little giveaway is leave me a comment about something that you know about me.  A memory or when we first met or your favorite post of mine.  Maybe something that you know to be true about me, my likes or dislikes, ANYTHING!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyone can enter, only one will win.  Will it be you?  The giveaway is open until Friday, November 14 at midnight.  Not local to the Tri-Cities?  No worries!  I will gladly mail the winner their Scent-sational Room Spray should they happen to live anywhere other than here:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So there you have it.  My first blog give-away!  I am so excited!  Comment away, I can't wait to read what you have to say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8037469602511327901?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8037469602511327901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8037469602511327901&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8037469602511327901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8037469602511327901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/scent-sational-giveaway.html' title='SCENT-sational Giveaway'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SRhukl3_rsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zdiHKlwvOjQ/s72-c/room+sprays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-242073439351652243</id><published>2008-11-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:42:25.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNDRAISER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My little sister, Ashley, is on the Southridge High School Dance team. They are the Heatwave!! Heatwave has the opportunity to dance at the Pro-Bowl in Hawaii in February. To help them on their way they are selling pop. Here is the information:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20 oz. Pop Sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;$16.00 per case ($.67 per bottle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coke products including: Coca Cola Classic, Cherry Coke, Vault, Diet Coke, Caffeine Free Diet Coke, Diet Coke w/Lime, Fanta Orange, Sprite, Coke Zero, Pibb Xtra, Barq's Root Beer, Minute Maid Lemonade, Minute Maid Pink Lemonade, Nesteas, Fanta Strawberry, Vault Red Blitz and Vanilla Coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12 oz Powerade in flavors Mountain Blast, Fruit Punch, Grape and Orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20 oz Water available in Dasani, Raspberry Dasani, Lemon Dasani and Dasani Grape and 16.9 oz Talking Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The sale ends Friday, November 7. If you are interested in purchasing some, please leave me a comment or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:olson8720@msn.com"&gt;olson8720@msn.com&lt;/a&gt; and let me know how many cases and what flavors. Checks made payable to SHS and delivered to me by Friday, November 7. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you all so much and GO SUNS!!!! To see them in action, check out the video below under Friday Night Lights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-242073439351652243?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/242073439351652243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=242073439351652243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/242073439351652243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/242073439351652243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8768472201528439924</id><published>2008-11-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:40:33.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bear, the Sorcerer and the Cheerleader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, this is not the title to some new really lame movie, these were my kids' costumes this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have Jacob the sorcerer. He didn't want to be Harry Potter but he wanted to be some sort of a wizard and he wanted to be scary. This is what Jacob and Kevin came up with. The wand was really cool mainly because Kevin made it for him and it looks better than the ones you can buy in the store for like $15, and its wood not plastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ8zeV0zwEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kTKY0Q0DFAM/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264483085767131202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ8zeV0zwEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kTKY0Q0DFAM/s320/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ8zdRUFZQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QXOKRa0vFqc/s1600-h/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264483067376264450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ8zdRUFZQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QXOKRa0vFqc/s320/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have Kayla the cheerleader, but not just any old cheerleader. She is a High School Musical Wildcat Cheerleader!! My mom MADE her this uniform and it turned out AWESOME don't you think. Kayla, needless to say, LOVED it and has worn it everyday. She even wore it to the movie that we finally took them to see on Saturday afternoon. She was a very happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ80elVBr6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/qnYN9RicXLc/s1600-h/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264484189440421794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ80elVBr6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/qnYN9RicXLc/s320/202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ80dBrgLcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/G78JpTT_dv8/s1600-h/196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264484162691149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ80dBrgLcI/AAAAAAAAAV4/G78JpTT_dv8/s320/196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ81O-aM5-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UE6ft93CRJ0/s1600-h/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485020806735842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ81O-aM5-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UE6ft93CRJ0/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And last but not least, we have Kelsie the Care bear. This was a HUGE accomplishment because she refused to put on any kind of costume earlier in the week. I could not bribe her into any costume at all. I think once she saw Jacob and Kayla dressing up and all of the kids coming to our door dressed up and getting candy, she was on board. Since Kayla had make-up on, of course Kelsie had to have some too. She WALKED with the kids and Kevin through our neighborhood and caught on very quickly. Kevin said she would worm her way to the front of the crowd in front of each new door and say "Tick o teet" and then "Tank oo". Isn't she adorable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ816PqOaAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xbboMBHt4Bo/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485764171720706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ816PqOaAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xbboMBHt4Bo/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ815WWLToI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OZDk_T38pGM/s1600-h/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485748786810498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ815WWLToI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OZDk_T38pGM/s320/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My three little ghouls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ82lCIZDvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s19Juj6oNh8/s1600-h/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264486499274526450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ82lCIZDvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/s19Juj6oNh8/s320/201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ82kAI2LII/AAAAAAAAAWo/UfK9RQGHGNk/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264486481559694466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ82kAI2LII/AAAAAAAAAWo/UfK9RQGHGNk/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8768472201528439924?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8768472201528439924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8768472201528439924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8768472201528439924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8768472201528439924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/bear-sorcerer-and-cheerleader.html' title='The Bear, the Sorcerer and the Cheerleader?'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQ8zeV0zwEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kTKY0Q0DFAM/s72-c/199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8708691411263343196</id><published>2008-11-02T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:09:45.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are  you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? 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I didn't give it much thought at all.  I knew it was going to be done.  I had it done as a child in elementary school.  Jacob has had it done every year since he started school.  No big deal.  It's not one of those things that you stress about or that keeps you awake at night, at least I didn't think so until yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I picked up my mail yesterday at about three o'clock and came home.  Kevin happened to be here because we are slackers as parents this Halloween and we hadn't yet gone to the pumpkin patch.  We decided to go yesterday when the kids got out of school.  As we were waiting  for them to get home, they now have earned the privilege of walking home together, I started opening our mail.  I noticed a white envelope with the PSD logo on it addressed to The Parents of Kayla Olson.  My mind started sifting through conversations that Kayla and I have had to see if I could figure out what was inside the envelope.  I don't recall her telling me about getting into any trouble, that's just not Kayla.  She doesn't have a lunch account, her library book was returned and she checked out another one, she's had all of her shots, she's not sick, hmmmm, what could it be.  Then I open it and read, "Dear Parent: ... After failing a second screening, the school nurse recommends that your child have a professional eye examination."  Amy's face goes blank.  I'm thinking, "What?"  Kevin asks what it says and I show him.  He reads it, says, "Hmm" and puts the letter down.  That's it.  Why isn't he freaking out like I am in my mind.  I must have had another look on my face.  He says, "What, it's no big deal."  Then I start in, she hasn't ever complained of headaches or not being able to see/read when we read books together.  She never gave me any indications that something might be wrong with her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried not to make a big deal about it when she got home.  I asked her if she could see the chalkboard or the overhead projector okay at school.  She said yes.  I asked her if her head ever hurt when she read books, she said no.  So I am thinking, the nurse must be wrong, right?  Jacob and Kayla started talking about the hearing and vision screenings that they had.  They talked about the beeping they heard and having to raise their hands when they heard the sound.  They talked about the vision test and Jacob said it was so easy and Kayla said it was hard at the very bottom, the letters were too small, hmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know.  I am not saying that there is anything wrong with wearing glasses.  As a matter of fact I like the way people look in glasses.   My middle sister, Lisa, wears glasses and I think she looks so cute.  My mom wears glasses and so does my mother-in-law.  I have seen lots of little kids with glasses and I always think they look so cute in their little glasses.  Isn't Ms. Palin setting some sort of new trend with her glasses?  As a junior high kid I actually had my mom buy me the fake glasses with no prescription in them because I wanted to wear glasses.  I'm a dork right.  So why am I freaking out about this?  I kept staring at Kayla for the rest of the night.  She is so beautiful.  Not that wearing glasses would make her less beautiful, I just don't want the glasses to get in the way of her beautiful eyes and amazing features.  I just can't picture her in glasses.  I don't even know if she needs glasses.  I am just jumping to conclusions and freaking out with out even knowing for sure if anything is really wrong with her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I will be making an appointment to see the eye doctor soon.  Kayla has no idea that we got a letter home or anything.  This is just me being shallow and not wanting to have to buy my daughter glasses.  I guess she can wear contacts when she gets older, right!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7933781690871574823?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7933781690871574823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7933781690871574823&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7933781690871574823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7933781690871574823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-seeing-clearly.html' title='Not Seeing Clearly'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-1559456891358165732</id><published>2008-10-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:24:46.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob "Breaking it Down" Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did you see that video?!?! I can't even begin to tell you how fun and exciting it was to watch him do that. I was so scared and nervous at first, I didn't want him to get hurt. His instructors were absolutely awesome!! They were so good with the kids. I have to admit, I honestly didn't think he was going to actually break the boards. I thought he would attempt to but I really never thought he would actually do it. What a good mom I am, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we signed him up for the class we had to decide how many boards we wanted to buy for him. All of the other parents were buying eight, so we bought eight. The instructor suggested twenty and I thought are you nuts!! No way. We, or rather Jacob, had never done anything like this before. Now looking back, I wish I had bought him more boards to break. Maybe next time. Yes, I said next time. Apparently Jacob really enjoyed the adrenaline rush that he got from this class and can't wait for the next one. He said that next time he wants to try to break scallops (cement). YIKES!! His instructor thinks he can do it. I think he can too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since we got home he has been trying to break EVERYTHING!!!! He got to bring home his broken boards and has been trying to break them again. I was so proud of him. We had a blast watching our little man do such big man things. I think I even saw a tear out of the corner of Kevin's eye. He claims it was the saw dust, yeah right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are considering putting your kids in martial arts, DO IT!! I am so glad Jacob asked us if he could give it a try. It has been such a confidence builder for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good Job Jacob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwblVCZAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FVRBM2kZvV8/s1600-h/Breaking+Class+08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313146366354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwblVCZAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FVRBM2kZvV8/s320/Breaking+Class+08+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwbHEq8AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sFlTgVotu0Y/s1600-h/Breaking+Class+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313138244644866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwbHEq8AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sFlTgVotu0Y/s320/Breaking+Class+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwawmT4EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ELztaT16Z0E/s1600-h/Breaking+Class+08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313132211724354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwawmT4EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ELztaT16Z0E/s320/Breaking+Class+08+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwZrPVJWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GIZuD7XBVkQ/s1600-h/Breaking+Class+08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261313113593292130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwZrPVJWI/AAAAAAAAAVI/GIZuD7XBVkQ/s320/Breaking+Class+08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-1559456891358165732?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1559456891358165732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=1559456891358165732&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1559456891358165732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/1559456891358165732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/jacob-breaking-it-down-part-2.html' title='Jacob &quot;Breaking it Down&quot; Part 2'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SQPwblVCZAI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FVRBM2kZvV8/s72-c/Breaking+Class+08+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-6749076314319809413</id><published>2008-10-25T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:00:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob "Breaking it Down"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/olson8720/JacobBreaking.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-6749076314319809413?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6749076314319809413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=6749076314319809413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6749076314319809413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/6749076314319809413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/jacob-it-down.html' title='Jacob &amp;quot;Breaking it Down&amp;quot;'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-545724431376903639</id><published>2008-10-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:07:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Venture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like I have been in my own little world this week. I haven't been checknig my blog daily, I forgot to make some VT appointments (I will do it today, I promise Haley), I have been pretty good about keeping up with the house chores and my kids' activites, but I have been very distracted becuase I have had something else on my mind all week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, I guess I felt that I wasn't busy enough already or something, I don't know, but I decided that it might be fun to try and run my own little "at home" business. Yes, I finally took the plunge and decided to sign up to be a Scentsy Consultant. Do you think I am nuts? I am actually VERY excited. I am doing it for sheer fun. I just really love the product and I love when I get invited to Heathers parties, so I thought why not, I really have nothing to lose. I can make some new friends and maybe a little extra holiday spending money. So I have had Scentsy on the brain all week. That being said, I'll take this opportunity to give myslef a little plug!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scentsy Open House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, October 25, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:00 - 4:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am doing a door prize drawing and also the first 10 guests receive a gift. There are a lot of really great fall and winter fragrances and new warmers as well. We even have a new over the counter plug-in warmer that is great for bathrooms or kitchen counters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There you have it, my shameless plug for me new little business. Come by if you can. If you can't, call me if you would like to buy some product or schedule a party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a SCENT-sational weekend!!(Yes, I did just go there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-545724431376903639?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/545724431376903639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=545724431376903639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/545724431376903639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/545724431376903639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-venture.html' title='A New Venture'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-5938400809686029021</id><published>2008-10-14T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:39:49.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid257.photobucket.com/albums/hh214/olson8720/Heatwave2008.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-5938400809686029021?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5938400809686029021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=5938400809686029021&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5938400809686029021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/5938400809686029021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7116903665941329188</id><published>2008-10-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:30:32.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weeks To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever noticed how one week will be really quiet with not much going on and then the next week is filled with lots of stuff to do. It's never evenly spread out, things just seem to all hit at once. I know there are a lot of you out there who handle a lot more on your plates that I do, but for me this week is pretty busy. I always tend to get all nervous and stressed out when I have multiple things going on in the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides the regular house chores and activities such as gymnastics, Tae Kwon Do, and FHE, Amy decided to throw in a small get together tonight. I also have Activity Days tomorrow and I feel so unprepared. I really want this to be a fun activity for the moms and daughters and I feel like I have nothing ready and like I don't know what I am doing. If I hadn't scheduled my little get together for tonight maybe I would have more time to prepare for Wednesdays activity. I also have to teach the lesson in RS this week. I LOVE teaching in the RS, I just hope I have the time that I need this week to really study and prepare for Sunday because it is such a great lesson. I am doing at least one VT appointment this week and hopefully get to the other two next week, maybe I won't be so crazy. It just happened to be that this week I have both Activity Days and my lesson and I just want to put 100% into both and I feel like maybe they won't be exactly what I want them to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is just me venting. I feel like when I write things down or say them out loud I am able to move forward. I love being busy, though. I would rather be busy than have nothing to do and be completely bored. Like I said I know some of you have way busier weeks than I do, but for me this week, it feels like a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7116903665941329188?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7116903665941329188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7116903665941329188&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7116903665941329188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7116903665941329188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-weeks-to-do-list.html' title='This Weeks To Do List'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-766779350082662592</id><published>2008-10-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:43:51.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR Friday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Olson Family typical Friday night at this time of year usually includes sitting down at Lampson Stadium watching the Southridge Suns play football. We have done it for YEARS! Why? you may ask. Neither of us attended school in the Tri-Cities and Southridge wasn't even built when we were high school age!! Yikes! The reason is that my sister, Lisa, graduated from there in 2002 and my youngest sister, Ashley, is a Senior there now. Besides my sisters going there, we know lots of families and youth who go there from when Kevin and I were in the Kennewick East Stake and attended the old 14th ward. It's fun to go and watch all of these kids who I use to be a primary teacher for and now they are taller than me (I know that's not hard) but they are so grown up. So anyway, that is why you can often catch our family at Southridge events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past Friday night took the cake of ALL games I have ever had the pleasure of attending. Why? Was it because the opponent was Pasco? It was a very good game. We have friends on both sides so that made it even more fun to watch. Both teams played so well and there were so many exciting moments. In the end it was a 10-7 Southridge victory, but that wasn't why it was so fun to watch. This was why is was so fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e38f73278774f1e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e38f73278774f1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAE0E57D2E39DF61B48DF1FE243411B21C1DBA30.7BDFDC717463C7E8DE03D4E3DAD7A55EC8D7E14B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e38f73278774f1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMHLZGV8PbuT3UuDDCmdQ9G22iYo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e38f73278774f1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329902329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAE0E57D2E39DF61B48DF1FE243411B21C1DBA30.7BDFDC717463C7E8DE03D4E3DAD7A55EC8D7E14B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e38f73278774f1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMHLZGV8PbuT3UuDDCmdQ9G22iYo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is Kayla's first official performance on a field. She's the one with the pink gloves on. She was SO excited. The wonderful girl in front of her instructing the little girls is my sister, Ashley. It was so awesome to not only watch Kayla out there, but to see both Kayla and my little sister out there together. It was a proud moment for our little family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is video of the SHS Dance team, Heatwave, performing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See video up above. Coudn't get it to post here for some reason!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; They are simply awesome. They also happen to be three time State Champs in dance and are trying for a fourth title this year. The SHS Dance team also has the AWESOME privilege of going to HAWAII to dance in the PRO BOWL in February. Isn't that awesome! I wish I could go with them!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So there you have it. This was OUR Friday Night Under the Lights!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SPPL5gDJi8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Rm8nt929SbM/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256769378787625922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SPPL5gDJi8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Rm8nt929SbM/s200/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-766779350082662592?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6e38f73278774f1e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/766779350082662592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=766779350082662592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/766779350082662592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/766779350082662592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-friday-night-lights.html' title='OUR Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SPPL5gDJi8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Rm8nt929SbM/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7686053402904430742</id><published>2008-10-13T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:33:13.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SPOFPml9dJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Xj9Wl41zN6w/s1600-h/HSM+Ice+Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256691693175796882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SPOFPml9dJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Xj9Wl41zN6w/s200/HSM+Ice+Tour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did you get your HSM Ice Tour tickets? We did!! Our kids are so excited! Well, they actually don't know yet, but I know they will be excited!! I am not sure if I should tell them or surprise them. I think I might just surprise them and tell them we are going on a day trip or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The tour will be in Spokane from November 19 - 23. I thought I would pass the info along because I know there are a lot of little (and big) HSM fans out there. I know they have other dates in Seattle, Wenatchee and Portland. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7686053402904430742?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7686053402904430742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7686053402904430742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7686053402904430742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7686053402904430742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-get-yours.html' title='Did you get yours?'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SPOFPml9dJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Xj9Wl41zN6w/s72-c/HSM+Ice+Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-8434037915515496678</id><published>2008-10-10T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:32:41.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While the BOYS are away the GIRLS will PLAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's officially a girls weekend!! My boys left early this morning to go on the Olson Boys' Hunting/Camping trip. I am not a huge fan of hunting or guns but Kevin grew up with it and I trust him completely to teach Jacob all the responsibilites and safety that go along with it. Jacob just got his first BB gun this week and is so excited to go try it out on the pop cans. I guess getting your first gun is a right of passage for some boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAY - while the boys are shooting up Bambi, the girls and I are going to have a great weekend full of make-overs and mani/pedi-cures, popcorn, watching High School Musical one and two in order to prepare for number three in theaters soon, we will be going to Barnes and Nobles to buy each of the girls a new book. They have both told me they want a spanish story book. We only have two spanish story books and they have them both memorized. Kayla says we need more so we will go and see what we can find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all we are ALL in for a weekend of fun!! I hope you all have a fabulous weekend, too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-8434037915515496678?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8434037915515496678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=8434037915515496678&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8434037915515496678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/8434037915515496678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-boys-are-away-girls-will-play.html' title='While the BOYS are away the GIRLS will PLAY!!'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378909053870487609.post-7535885858498567204</id><published>2008-10-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:46:44.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Year Well-Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SO57NMMGiCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5hKOLL6ndro/s1600-h/shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255273281728448546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SO57NMMGiCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5hKOLL6ndro/s200/shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I had the "pleasure" of taking Kelsie to her two year well-check with her pediatrician. I am usually really on top of getting appointments scheduled, but it seems that with the third child it didn't seem that important to take her to the doctor seeing as how she is not sick. So I scheduled the appointment about a week ago knowing very well that she would probably be getting a few shots. This is where I will start to rant and rave. I feel as though I am a very responsible parent. I take my kids to all their check-ups both medical and dental. Take them in when they are sick, which thankfully is not very often at all. Give the the proper medication following all the directions. BUT - I do have to say that I REALLY hate it when my kids get immunized. I myself am not a fan of needles at all. The only needle that I "enjoyed" was the epidural. I am a very big weenie. I hate it even more when I willingly drive my children to the doctors office knowing that they will be poked any where from 2 -5 times depending on how old they are and what they are due for. Then you have to hold them down while the "nice nurse" with the FREEZING cold hands (why are nurses' hands ALWAYS so cold?) sticks them in the thigh and your child is looking at you like "HELP ME MOMMY!!! YOU ARE LETTING HER HURT ME!!" Afterwards they look at you like, "I trusted you and you let her do that to me, why?" I always feel so bad. When Jacob was a baby I used to make Kevin take him in. I just couldn't do it. Then when Kayla came a long we split the duty. Now with Kelsie I have been the one to do it each time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My other complaint is that I am positive that with each child they add like 50 (slight exaggeration) new immunizations. Seriously, is that necessary? So we need to be super human and immunized against everything? Isn't it okay to let a few bugs get in from time to time? I mean c'mon. I was literally lectured today about the second chicken pox vaccine that they have now and the new and improved booster/tetanus shot that all adults need to get. I had the chicken pox when I was like thirteen and I am fine. Yeah I was really itchy for like a week but so what. Isn't it kind of a right of passage to get the chicken pox? Of course I am not saying that I wish any of these illnesses or diseases upon my children but I just feel like "they" are trying to make you immunize our kids against everything. If you look at my immunization record it looks practically empty. I am sure my moms' has way less and I doubt that my grandparents EVER got shots and my grandfather is alive and well at 82.   I know there are those who choose not to immunize at all.  I guess I am just lazy and just conformed to what I am "suppose" to do and never really looked into any other options.  Isn't there a lot of red tape and paperwork when it comes time for school and sports and stuff?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just saying . . . I am all for keeping everyone healthy and I understand the importance of it all but really sometimes I just get so annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So back to this morning . . . so "nice nurse with cold hands" sticks Kelsie twice in the thigh while she is sitting in my lap and I am holding her down and, of course, Kelsie is just screaming. I mean really screaming. Kayla was with me because she has afternoon Kindergarten, but she didn't want to be in the room so the nurse let her step out and pick a toy from the treasure chest for Kelsie. After the shots were administered and they nurse opened the door, Kelsie still screaming, Kayla walks in the room and hugs Kelsie and hands her the Dora Etch-a-Scetch toy that she picked out for Kelsie. Kayla says, "Here Kelsie, I picked this out for you." Kelsie INSTANTLY stops crying. No joke. Stops, just like that. "Thank you Tayla, " says Kelsie and hugs her back. She picks out a sticker from the sticker box and walks out the door like nothing ever happened. WHAT?! I guess mom gets all worked up about nothing. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now I want to know, how do you feel about the whole vaccines issue? I want to hear all your comments whether you agree or disagree with my little tale. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7378909053870487609-7535885858498567204?l=thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7535885858498567204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7378909053870487609&amp;postID=7535885858498567204&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7535885858498567204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7378909053870487609/posts/default/7535885858498567204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscrazywonderfulthingcalledlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-year-well-check.html' title='2 Year Well-Check'/><author><name>AOlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216822282415319496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/TPb71mqpqtI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cwJCVZCdFQg/S220/11-20-10%2B02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j7PtyXzl9CQ/SO57NMMGiCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5hKOLL6ndro/s72-c/shots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
