tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30911939445405226812024-02-20T20:26:10.413-08:00the LindseysSundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-89183055139803504672008-11-08T12:42:00.000-08:002008-11-08T17:08:09.513-08:00Family PicturesIt's that time again. The holidays are nearing and I'd like to get a family picture taken at least once a year. Gage is changing so much its hard to keep up! I realize I just made it sound like he is eleven years old... Well I went into this believing that Gage would be perfectly fine and we'd be able to get a few shots of him looking handsome, little did I know I was completely underestimating him. The very first picture was the ONLY picture he sat for, thank Heaven I didn't look constipated, double-chinned, or wasn't doing my notorious "scary eyes" in it. The following are the results of the photo shoot, preceded by past family photos...<br /><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9vhlsUGUf7-rj9-fKQfcRAzkkgfV3N6Z7OB3YTqacEPOxR-3-BoTtMyEGMyHdxcf9jSxHQtfgBOY6o1aylhUDX952sRpl171cZvPGEct6FbPYvFdO6IWH7jjD_Fb_uFLDPy3LnY62e-5/s1600-h/April+2007.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403644681114194" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9vhlsUGUf7-rj9-fKQfcRAzkkgfV3N6Z7OB3YTqacEPOxR-3-BoTtMyEGMyHdxcf9jSxHQtfgBOY6o1aylhUDX952sRpl171cZvPGEct6FbPYvFdO6IWH7jjD_Fb_uFLDPy3LnY62e-5/s320/April+2007.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Our very first, Gage was 3 months old. And I look 3 months pregnant...</span> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFEcWMiFD_omDiBDyw118gMnHaPVGCbKNUxZFUWqybwSFHlYXwDLz1Hj_hKMFw-3QiF1ukz-BSlrpZXec4eP4z-TvX-DGEo2WT0Phimrqslm6pBNv5AE1c1Fv9sOKQSk26JRiKGonR7dU/s1600-h/may+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266404588375856962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFEcWMiFD_omDiBDyw118gMnHaPVGCbKNUxZFUWqybwSFHlYXwDLz1Hj_hKMFw-3QiF1ukz-BSlrpZXec4eP4z-TvX-DGEo2WT0Phimrqslm6pBNv5AE1c1Fv9sOKQSk26JRiKGonR7dU/s320/may+4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Gage was 4 months old.</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHjoUVJsjB62-Aa95vf1WF_iC1TcFovV1g5dtXOZBbFY57exSi_J7raGlaS4MDhLtRx2ssSRFHplIi6a3rlCiwbvlBQoXaVJuxwuazmrkvetlus6jNY1sNQ6etspw33ceNH_3K6BynatM/s1600-h/014_11A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266417904046522066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHjoUVJsjB62-Aa95vf1WF_iC1TcFovV1g5dtXOZBbFY57exSi_J7raGlaS4MDhLtRx2ssSRFHplIi6a3rlCiwbvlBQoXaVJuxwuazmrkvetlus6jNY1sNQ6etspw33ceNH_3K6BynatM/s320/014_11A.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDdcqTfWla1vUVyU3aNnPIAYMHDYFAxNv38SC4HKnmBc1aMAxB0sKNsPsjfRPfaIY4GUqO-AxabTMd7K_udRb5JmlnDf8MfIDXvngMXXNXmpXP3rjpyQg7nK2XKwmVRNsgooT3OIqB3Rw/s1600-h/019_06A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266418678846070930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDdcqTfWla1vUVyU3aNnPIAYMHDYFAxNv38SC4HKnmBc1aMAxB0sKNsPsjfRPfaIY4GUqO-AxabTMd7K_udRb5JmlnDf8MfIDXvngMXXNXmpXP3rjpyQg7nK2XKwmVRNsgooT3OIqB3Rw/s320/019_06A.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Gage was 11 months old in these pictures that Cara took for us. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1JWldsC7Sv_W5O8mhhBk_c5HY-c89gEBDYPXagRbiS7LQW5IHHO8rR_xLIm_fhJERQQgMHCQ55tJLNktH0tkM19X-_GFgfXboI0sd4x2_J6A6G4n3xVtyfTdVcPln4j3l2rkxKBwEHP1/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266406236828918274" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1JWldsC7Sv_W5O8mhhBk_c5HY-c89gEBDYPXagRbiS7LQW5IHHO8rR_xLIm_fhJERQQgMHCQ55tJLNktH0tkM19X-_GFgfXboI0sd4x2_J6A6G4n3xVtyfTdVcPln4j3l2rkxKBwEHP1/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Here is the latest picture, Gage is 21 months old (almost 2). </span><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY3Y95m3UTqNlpGalC35ycfI27FMt6LHMxDBe1DsSHffXSO96hPjSq2TQs8BjrZ2ob2P6xwOQM7v1vqg-efiP5PfLI1TPhJ1s9UnnoSZFNo8J68pDsRrbhcLqo7uyod8hHZY1oUkecb7R/s1600-h/ed15a059-a2e9-11dd-a8ce-0015171a74e8w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266421280211416178" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY3Y95m3UTqNlpGalC35ycfI27FMt6LHMxDBe1DsSHffXSO96hPjSq2TQs8BjrZ2ob2P6xwOQM7v1vqg-efiP5PfLI1TPhJ1s9UnnoSZFNo8J68pDsRrbhcLqo7uyod8hHZY1oUkecb7R/s320/ed15a059-a2e9-11dd-a8ce-0015171a74e8w.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">He actually sat for 2 whole pictures.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRECgOJRkxfZ9ULz50MjpRTCGLJ33-czukrALCbP_iYes06Qsc-ChP_r6m5HtxLDJFeuFG0oeUjO2zopVwPYGYdm2TR79HBXKxsxNyGVZUhtnARAGyt1WZD2UxSx9SLGJC1inIB-9hE1S/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266419611706561154" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRECgOJRkxfZ9ULz50MjpRTCGLJ33-czukrALCbP_iYes06Qsc-ChP_r6m5HtxLDJFeuFG0oeUjO2zopVwPYGYdm2TR79HBXKxsxNyGVZUhtnARAGyt1WZD2UxSx9SLGJC1inIB-9hE1S/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div>Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-85621574770374111712008-11-03T14:01:00.001-08:002008-11-03T14:08:24.910-08:004th Folder, 4th Picture<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJR7qw4x9OWLwXf6JoZlMXRY6CpfYWbJBr7f77qHUCjTqzKUNV9eS07Nooym8KGwGmb6oa7Hlow0l8Y7IIdUXKxNE7EOYIL6JBizIDcShlV_oCxIwZQ4XoO_8PxuPsZ7vqlK1-WVeBpbIK/s1600-h/dscn0167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264555311430568306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJR7qw4x9OWLwXf6JoZlMXRY6CpfYWbJBr7f77qHUCjTqzKUNV9eS07Nooym8KGwGmb6oa7Hlow0l8Y7IIdUXKxNE7EOYIL6JBizIDcShlV_oCxIwZQ4XoO_8PxuPsZ7vqlK1-WVeBpbIK/s320/dscn0167.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>This is my Dad and I hangin out after Gage's 1st birthday party last January. Shortly after this my Dad scared the crap out of Gage when he put him on his motorcycle...<br /><br />Chelsea, Katy... I'd like you to be next to do this post...Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-82192692950451000712008-10-12T16:49:00.000-07:002008-10-12T18:46:40.790-07:00My Husband is Not a PansyIs it just me, or was the weather nice for just 1 day- and then turned cold? I mostly noticed last night when I suddenly found myself wearing a sweatshirt, and realized that a jacket was actually more necessary... So last night I went to the haunted houses at Fiesta Mall with some friends. And the reason I say "I" instead of "we", is because that might allude you to believe that my husband and I went together which was in fact, not the case. 3 years ago I loved to be scared, see scary movies, attend haunted houses and anything of the like. Then Aaron came into my life and before I knew it all of that was nixed. Any mere suggestion at something scary was immediately shot down, claiming, "Being in suspense is not my idea of a good time."<br />Long story short, I was the 13<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> wheel. Ha ha! There were 6 couples and then Sundae. It was fun and I didn't feel awkward at all. I guess I screamed enough, but definitely have been to scarier haunted houses. Pretty much when I could tell it was a little kid covered in blood and shooting an overly fake gun, it stole a little scariness... Afterwards I hadn't had my fill yet, so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">we</span> went to see that new movie Quarantine. Um, let me tell you that it was so f-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ing</span> scary!! My throat hurt after one particular scene, Keara said her hand went numb from my squeezing it, and I'm pretty sure I wet my pants.Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-45298111551510111342008-09-19T12:41:00.000-07:002008-09-19T13:32:20.344-07:00Opposite of Summertime BluesYes I know everyone hears the word "summer" and groans, but this is the first summer that I got to have fun with Gage and I'm kinda sad to see it go... not that it is really going anywhere anytime soon.<br /><br />Gage's favorite things this summer (These things are actually not limited to summer):<br />1. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmm</span>-ma" (Grandma)<br />2. Swimming<br />3. Shoes. We play the shoes on/shoes off game. All day. Every day.<br />4. Puzzles<br />5. Fruit snacks<br />6. Zach and/or Michelle (sorry other friends, you need to come around more...)<br />7. Music. Daddy claims his favorite is Protest the Hero<br />8. Chocolate (this is a freak phenomenon. he did not get this from anybody.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjmMDnc-iepLXWbS_jd8RP5Z0LIwAtb-teVQ-LTU_ZOD6MOO76t7jXxpkN7r46uaITqBxGQWGy09Mp4E8OXu-0bZajxR93PeZkeE4ib1dH7DhEsJD1mqfGupTaeUdBMWW7L-gTJTQ-M3D/s1600-h/dscn0630.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247828166469330306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjmMDnc-iepLXWbS_jd8RP5Z0LIwAtb-teVQ-LTU_ZOD6MOO76t7jXxpkN7r46uaITqBxGQWGy09Mp4E8OXu-0bZajxR93PeZkeE4ib1dH7DhEsJD1mqfGupTaeUdBMWW7L-gTJTQ-M3D/s320/dscn0630.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />watch out michael phelps!<br /><div></div>Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-27316685030018140772008-09-17T11:58:00.000-07:002008-09-17T12:24:00.107-07:00Outlaw GageMost of you know I work mornings at Mountainside Fitness and Gage gets to play in Childcare for a couple hours during my shift-- except for the next 2 weeks because he was suspended!! My 1 and 1/2 year old angel was suspended for throwing toys at other kids' heads! Over the last month he had been written up twice, and a 3rd time is suspension. <br />I was really blown away when they told me cuz I just didn't think it could be real for 2 reasons: #1)Why is my Baby Gage throwing toys like he's trying out for the minor league? He is not allowed to throw! #2) He's not 5 years old! Are they seriously <em>suspending</em> him??<br />The best part is they told me that they had tried to talk to him about it-- and he didn't understand!! Well that's just crazy cuz him and I have heart to heart discussions every frickin day!! C'mon, really people?<br />Well, I sure hope his record is expunged in the next couple years because I'd really like to get him into a good preschool. I can't have him running around with this type of black mark on him...Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-36181907332925520242008-08-03T13:29:00.001-07:002008-08-03T15:36:23.948-07:00Tagged by KatyHow To Play This Game of Tag: Post these rules on your blog List:3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog!<br /><br />3 Joys:<br />-Being with family and friends<br />-Chocolate chip cookie dough (who am I kidding, pretty much anything sweet)<br />-Vacations<br /><br />3 Fears:<br />-Being in a plane crash<br />-Boogey man<br />-Losing a loved one<br /><br />3 Goals:<br />-Eat healthier<br />-Retire by age 25 :)<br />-Be a better Mom<br /><br />3 Current Obsessions/Collections:<br />-Twilight series, duh<br />-Prison Break<br />-Gage's cheeks<br /><br />3 Random Surprising Facts About Me:<br />-I've jumped out of a moving, burning vehicle<br />-I've never read Harry Potter (I know, I know...)<br />-My taste buds reject peas<br /><br />I tag: LeDawn, Chelsea, and ....?Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-16958876222097088122008-08-03T13:29:00.000-07:002008-08-03T13:54:35.439-07:00Big Boy Gage<div><div><div><br /><div>I just want everyone to know what a lovable weirdo my child is... In the following pics he has snatched Daddy's boxers from the drawer and brought them to me, demanding that I help him put them on. He proceeded to proudly parade about the house.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTS1qBnKO6wHfUlmQ_Qqr5sVf4MLPGquowKI-USXwmy0ASyryCudH9s5lY_Ep3fCgJDVvxiqa-4YS_-31eBZI8dIKBE_ZNR6csExHxZfARZmdUjVgAv8vuCWz_lY8byS5bfS3hRzxZO0H/s1600-h/dscn0605.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230394642727202034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTS1qBnKO6wHfUlmQ_Qqr5sVf4MLPGquowKI-USXwmy0ASyryCudH9s5lY_Ep3fCgJDVvxiqa-4YS_-31eBZI8dIKBE_ZNR6csExHxZfARZmdUjVgAv8vuCWz_lY8byS5bfS3hRzxZO0H/s320/dscn0605.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_8u3OJbV6u6-Wdp5pDgCQJGUC4YFkdaqD9e8uAOqolHtBHBp4uCKkSguEO5Oj9B53TTKRAFFaaT5C9NNOBAkZxHFFa_TwSkRp8An2L2lGyRb59P0LSqR7F9nDuIU7rkzEBv3CG52i0o0/s1600-h/dscn0606.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230394922251476210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_8u3OJbV6u6-Wdp5pDgCQJGUC4YFkdaqD9e8uAOqolHtBHBp4uCKkSguEO5Oj9B53TTKRAFFaaT5C9NNOBAkZxHFFa_TwSkRp8An2L2lGyRb59P0LSqR7F9nDuIU7rkzEBv3CG52i0o0/s320/dscn0606.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeiRIGuqxIcQ6-eq0FPoqMPLfq58XcBW6l226tdslRj0TLgtTNSnqA6WEmqUu1BYDOaCChu2DXk-aYwrm-JavRCR_KQGygIib944hUdXDvQHTw0ZkouzB98omW-PaPfXoQFLrj3KFUQS9/s1600-h/dscn0604.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230395139579620626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeiRIGuqxIcQ6-eq0FPoqMPLfq58XcBW6l226tdslRj0TLgtTNSnqA6WEmqUu1BYDOaCChu2DXk-aYwrm-JavRCR_KQGygIib944hUdXDvQHTw0ZkouzB98omW-PaPfXoQFLrj3KFUQS9/s320/dscn0604.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>I told him to say "cheese" and he did!!</div></div></div></div>Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-85294209916325576942008-07-20T04:33:00.000-07:002008-07-27T12:30:29.806-07:00Stephanie the Bridezilla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG76b0G_ST5PBYjeIiXyXAUvjhr2qrbJ_Ya3jDpvyCnhudlXvtKhpm3zSaUH2AroJYmVR_VwrRNl0k48A8ZCCZsq7eECtgkRzrKQ-PP36JXP4eSowyamH0vJhHJqK1feoFareHaStWH6kd/s1600-h/melting+pot.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227757774033575410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG76b0G_ST5PBYjeIiXyXAUvjhr2qrbJ_Ya3jDpvyCnhudlXvtKhpm3zSaUH2AroJYmVR_VwrRNl0k48A8ZCCZsq7eECtgkRzrKQ-PP36JXP4eSowyamH0vJhHJqK1feoFareHaStWH6kd/s320/melting+pot.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> A couple weeks ago I went to North Carolina with a couple other bridesmaids for Stephanie's wedding--it was so fun!! I mean the no child, sleep as late as I want, take extra long showers part!! I love you, Gage, but I'm not gonna lie... It has been so long since I had just hung out with girls, and I forgot how fun it could be. Besides the bridal shower and bachelorette party we didn't do a whole lot besides eat a hoards of food, and it seemed like we spent a lot of time getting ready. And holy crap, I ate a lot of food.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0fQ1khlEZAFLkLZFkX9v1rXyrwMry7X9d_PhC1kwPLc0f6apzFsOGEe3jmCofhyphenhyphenRsoR2w0__oNNYhYOegLeI8T9aK0yKYGqzeVui4FOL5NRoII1Lpo0g59ft2iTXhzVXNRT9LsvgMpZL/s1600-h/bachelorette+party.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227761133467530306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK0fQ1khlEZAFLkLZFkX9v1rXyrwMry7X9d_PhC1kwPLc0f6apzFsOGEe3jmCofhyphenhyphenRsoR2w0__oNNYhYOegLeI8T9aK0yKYGqzeVui4FOL5NRoII1Lpo0g59ft2iTXhzVXNRT9LsvgMpZL/s320/bachelorette+party.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">Everyone had prepared me for how humid it was going to be in N.C., but even so I was NOT prepared for the 2000% humidity which occurred the day of the wedding... We started planning an "accidental" fall into the pool- which never happened because during dinner the groom's grandfather jumped in and stole our idea!!! OK, well he didn't jump, it was mostly a fall, and it wasn't on purpose, and to this day I can't really laugh as I replay it in my head... Grandpa is fine, don't worry!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmtb00KziKBGehPUao0TUotWYNy7Be5OYkncZdq-qc531RRvlWXgdP1QqlJkw0NGHoRoI6FcVq-Z_CRWJ2FygHLICwBWOniwiuHmy8JQejCrGPqfOLnl4hMj35tJAi-okf-nFxOqgRA4vt/s1600-h/the+couple+and+horses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759320702427042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmtb00KziKBGehPUao0TUotWYNy7Be5OYkncZdq-qc531RRvlWXgdP1QqlJkw0NGHoRoI6FcVq-Z_CRWJ2FygHLICwBWOniwiuHmy8JQejCrGPqfOLnl4hMj35tJAi-okf-nFxOqgRA4vt/s320/the+couple+and+horses.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Here is the happy couple and horses...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHOn3mfkScG4Eg1q973GyNxgr73oX9G4TV1crYwNUy9_ob6VOog_DoZyeFIQ_t4WmlGK58NkQ7MpQhMa_vrgzSAYm7jy8-_2fHUsUYzT_mC91euG8iaKFURk2cJW7enRVkTJu6qzNTrj7/s1600-h/tossing+bouquet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759167392856898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHOn3mfkScG4Eg1q973GyNxgr73oX9G4TV1crYwNUy9_ob6VOog_DoZyeFIQ_t4WmlGK58NkQ7MpQhMa_vrgzSAYm7jy8-_2fHUsUYzT_mC91euG8iaKFURk2cJW7enRVkTJu6qzNTrj7/s320/tossing+bouquet.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWS1GXZjk1Zyw3nVMHazknpZkjia9W2jnLJpbb8G9XE3woaREqaa3uV6f5ukIUyEIn8-cVG5xHp0D_xKjMQs7nOfZC4nvIAkG1Q0FrxiGUniaFsDFz2pf4QWIFW5k3VZLPyWeO1y3ZD5Yv/s1600-h/catching+bouquet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227758406870900114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWS1GXZjk1Zyw3nVMHazknpZkjia9W2jnLJpbb8G9XE3woaREqaa3uV6f5ukIUyEIn8-cVG5xHp0D_xKjMQs7nOfZC4nvIAkG1Q0FrxiGUniaFsDFz2pf4QWIFW5k3VZLPyWeO1y3ZD5Yv/s320/catching+bouquet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The bouquet toss, everyone's favorite... Sascha won!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-aiyO4zFnjUc1UWKAHDYuvIZPrewrw7k5w4KW_a2A6sraU_vVSd1qjgMGo6Vxbjz8cSeOuYiwHIBryMaiVqYliFrFAKoE8pDeHkQX0UIoMNYLt1LsApyZM_KLvUOucJQ7JZjGAXQ6vAw/s1600-h/aahhhh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227759430163752754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-aiyO4zFnjUc1UWKAHDYuvIZPrewrw7k5w4KW_a2A6sraU_vVSd1qjgMGo6Vxbjz8cSeOuYiwHIBryMaiVqYliFrFAKoE8pDeHkQX0UIoMNYLt1LsApyZM_KLvUOucJQ7JZjGAXQ6vAw/s320/aahhhh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now it's our turn, move over Gramps and Sascha!!!<br />Oh no, our hair is about to be ruined... ;( </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">After stuffing our faces full of yummy dinner and cake and sending the newlyweds off, we went back to the Bodhaines to- you guessed it- eat some more!!! Thus ending a beautiful week of laughter and tears... just kidding that was quite cheesy. But seriously, weddings of close friends are always somewhat bittersweet to me because it's such a huge change and nothing will be the same again. Like the saying, "you're not losing a daughter, you're gaining a son!", I'm not losing a friend, I'm gaining a... friend's husband...? I'm not sure that saying is going to catch on...</div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u>Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-3610774681226456372008-06-16T18:41:00.000-07:002008-06-16T21:00:11.798-07:00San Diego<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzmz45WLJ25JaPHCHcq0ed1NDbm7REkOvTSPxlmoWwGWiViqOmiMAH4x4e-z6eKyhpiU3Q68UcQAFXAih_cfcupSJLaWH9JpBcwPm71i3sIJPoMpv5bH22CeZ7Ey8XrIx8DZnIOuAaVB3/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212695196547799234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzmz45WLJ25JaPHCHcq0ed1NDbm7REkOvTSPxlmoWwGWiViqOmiMAH4x4e-z6eKyhpiU3Q68UcQAFXAih_cfcupSJLaWH9JpBcwPm71i3sIJPoMpv5bH22CeZ7Ey8XrIx8DZnIOuAaVB3/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNamdlm4M0uCHMGcQmMWm3iN-M26dO6dlLbwfE9WgVer_XHSpJ5qZGHzLbQoqu7f2k3-6K6RYpR1iwZ8dPjEU9KPvzAGPY_2r3bK3_GmZe_LGSttGnuNSajovt-MmVGbo3rhKBtfqIXKIz/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212695082008991474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNamdlm4M0uCHMGcQmMWm3iN-M26dO6dlLbwfE9WgVer_XHSpJ5qZGHzLbQoqu7f2k3-6K6RYpR1iwZ8dPjEU9KPvzAGPY_2r3bK3_GmZe_LGSttGnuNSajovt-MmVGbo3rhKBtfqIXKIz/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uwG37A4NXSkEu-QKUzoeKi0xBV87EW6UnKGc3_WvYxWGGQpaDMY-610kCXMLklc3i2sgqKLxwynSqLz69lFuYUHBEcOQbSAINLw5cfzFb9zOfwudadV8AByM8WfDDvCJYrEdp2IRNzgZ/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212694969563631026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uwG37A4NXSkEu-QKUzoeKi0xBV87EW6UnKGc3_WvYxWGGQpaDMY-610kCXMLklc3i2sgqKLxwynSqLz69lFuYUHBEcOQbSAINLw5cfzFb9zOfwudadV8AByM8WfDDvCJYrEdp2IRNzgZ/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT52DwwrvEeLRV0nSVbHP2hBSb3jD77vVoARWytMUJTNVclriR1YYZqjLwGcgW40irmguorOS9xLEo6LdJlVUWH6MVq7y28ibrJM8frVoEdzlYyUrYZlMIio8Lf7YW_-ebXkGFDQ8SRoJ1/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212694841392351202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT52DwwrvEeLRV0nSVbHP2hBSb3jD77vVoARWytMUJTNVclriR1YYZqjLwGcgW40irmguorOS9xLEo6LdJlVUWH6MVq7y28ibrJM8frVoEdzlYyUrYZlMIio8Lf7YW_-ebXkGFDQ8SRoJ1/s320/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>It has now been over a month since we went to San Diego, but I'm just getting around to uploading the pictures... We had such an awesome time, we stayed right on the beach in the <a href="http://www.beachcottages.com/">Beach Cottages</a> and I will NEVER stay anywhere else again!! Gage loved running into the water but he would freeze as soon as it touched him. That's because it was pretty freakin' cold, and I could only get my feet wet as well. Ha ha ha! I just had a mental picture of Aaron running and diving into the water on the last day so he could think to himself that he is NOT a wuss. Pretty sure he died for a quick second... The whole weekend was, however, the perfect weather aside from the water. We are going to make it a tradition to go every year right before the prices peak. The only thing that sucked was driving home, there <em>has</em> to be a better way! It's so boring between Yuma and Mesa, and who lives in Gila Bend??! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-38417520680178179542008-06-05T11:52:00.002-07:002008-06-07T11:20:22.354-07:00Listening EarsMy first official blog will be dedicated to what occurred in my home only moments ago.<br /><br />Sundae: "Hooby," (I have his attention) "listen to what happened on Wednesday night..."<br /><br />(Aaron has already lost focus and turned his head back to the t.v.)<br /><br />Sundae: "Ahem! Are you listening to me?!"<br /><br />(He slowly turns his head towards me, eyes still fixed on the Goonies on t.v.)<br /><br />Sundae: "I know you're not paying attention to me if you're looking at the t.v."<br /><br />(No response)<br /><br />Sundae: "Nevermind." (I am irritated)<br /><br /><br />A few minutes later... and coincidentally a commercial...<br /><br />Aaron: "Are you mad about something?"<br /><br />Sundae: "Oh, it's nothing!"<br /><br />This is the end of the dialogue. He does not press why I'm irritated, nor does he ask what it was that I was trying to tell him in the first place. If I never spoke again, I'm not sure he would notice.Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091193944540522681.post-49648114590027119642008-06-05T11:52:00.000-07:002008-06-05T11:56:04.506-07:00This is only a testTESTING, 1-2-3, TESTING.Sundae and Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066978912217879007noreply@blogger.com0