tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26303565576541704102024-02-19T22:46:09.628-08:00VB365Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-60897076301846725662008-10-10T16:28:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:35:06.889-07:00October 10<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtEuB5Bt11f9Ygl1YCuU5_yyKq_tFHUJn0yFfvb7fcjZ_75ALfUQ8Rw5M6z_7k_Pf76j4USN9ACGlrl7RGGOxlUSgbIopV4y1N07gQ3-63bICkmp0AGBY4xyLP1uTX2ESpnKE9nv_8pQ/s1600-h/Oct+10-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672144261875938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtEuB5Bt11f9Ygl1YCuU5_yyKq_tFHUJn0yFfvb7fcjZ_75ALfUQ8Rw5M6z_7k_Pf76j4USN9ACGlrl7RGGOxlUSgbIopV4y1N07gQ3-63bICkmp0AGBY4xyLP1uTX2ESpnKE9nv_8pQ/s320/Oct+10-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76KnrEtkyghGoAxtUjuDtWivxvWta12exoNLR69kzb5q1wnJJ9FCJqL_iU4BJIOFZZ-tR8eCO5ENLs3O2RhsU8iBeFXsLYa8uL7_HPra4ESONlQl8hRa3etFjTZYTncb_IX47lhL9SZI/s1600-h/Oct+10-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672146216788450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76KnrEtkyghGoAxtUjuDtWivxvWta12exoNLR69kzb5q1wnJJ9FCJqL_iU4BJIOFZZ-tR8eCO5ENLs3O2RhsU8iBeFXsLYa8uL7_HPra4ESONlQl8hRa3etFjTZYTncb_IX47lhL9SZI/s320/Oct+10-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV5COE-2Y6RDauQ7OVE8Om2Y9qw8KERU19-ULBbJfQYXW8zR2bFJced793MPL42CtXQ6uyL5QmsbQD77t6nPmCwoFhWV8exFoOcrD8XSXWB1-GxJSrf12tjC0Umd9dn65R5KwKSg5nc0/s1600-h/Oct+10-3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV5COE-2Y6RDauQ7OVE8Om2Y9qw8KERU19-ULBbJfQYXW8zR2bFJced793MPL42CtXQ6uyL5QmsbQD77t6nPmCwoFhWV8exFoOcrD8XSXWB1-GxJSrf12tjC0Umd9dn65R5KwKSg5nc0/s1600-h/Oct+10-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672150328828098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV5COE-2Y6RDauQ7OVE8Om2Y9qw8KERU19-ULBbJfQYXW8zR2bFJced793MPL42CtXQ6uyL5QmsbQD77t6nPmCwoFhWV8exFoOcrD8XSXWB1-GxJSrf12tjC0Umd9dn65R5KwKSg5nc0/s320/Oct+10-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> Since I couldn't take them apple/pumpkin picking, I figured we would go to the beach for a little bit. Dylynn of course got wet up to her thighs. I also thought maybe we could tire the dog out. The beach didn't work, but she had a playdate with my neighbors dog after that. Now she is asleep.Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-23797678563362543632008-10-10T16:25:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:28:29.895-07:00October 9<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTkcKumqguE1fUWnUIZoRqXd8XryEMO0XapXWot65e-o6enxczfq5VQARmRIdoB3buiL2Zj13Hhwwj2kA0Atdu_EY8lgUzGLyAznL3q0TWvBomp5JSpWzP5LDmVE8wA7cCo_tzYdY930/s1600-h/Oct+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255671141948507314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTkcKumqguE1fUWnUIZoRqXd8XryEMO0XapXWot65e-o6enxczfq5VQARmRIdoB3buiL2Zj13Hhwwj2kA0Atdu_EY8lgUzGLyAznL3q0TWvBomp5JSpWzP5LDmVE8wA7cCo_tzYdY930/s320/Oct+9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Caught red handed! Not that she is chewing up stuff or anything, but that is the stuffing from a comforter hanging out of her mouth. </div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-44755421657938750962008-10-10T16:18:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:25:13.671-07:00October 8<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykPkpzOx7c1kaxsFeYOTM9S55yIouWXe4wP4PsX53KBxbDmV6j39EpQ1fEqfX-T2SKVBPrQYzImpgeLSXcxJGqM4KTuC5Q2CpPHTDp0f8HmLKzAC1fzNK09l8yf8qMtQF20OXbPH83UA/s1600-h/Oct+8-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255670208879229778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykPkpzOx7c1kaxsFeYOTM9S55yIouWXe4wP4PsX53KBxbDmV6j39EpQ1fEqfX-T2SKVBPrQYzImpgeLSXcxJGqM4KTuC5Q2CpPHTDp0f8HmLKzAC1fzNK09l8yf8qMtQF20OXbPH83UA/s320/Oct+8-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UhOF2deFaHOiaRvQpjX0fI1JqwG3IOpDClYMAhcM-zaun64abqvV_pv4CrUtnj-5YRpziLhGHgxWtmYS1fbHBAyLCf49aw9IgHHtFy6iVXuLMJz-NLS10P2nl2CtsTaRD9S-vnPlofs/s1600-h/Oct+8-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255670208170533794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UhOF2deFaHOiaRvQpjX0fI1JqwG3IOpDClYMAhcM-zaun64abqvV_pv4CrUtnj-5YRpziLhGHgxWtmYS1fbHBAyLCf49aw9IgHHtFy6iVXuLMJz-NLS10P2nl2CtsTaRD9S-vnPlofs/s320/Oct+8-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The gnomes on my counter must have a pet. I am sure these are wine stains, but why are they in the shape of a paw print???</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-14375207825484339512008-10-10T04:18:00.000-07:002008-10-10T04:22:10.379-07:00October 7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdnsTHy_mCj5aS5LmJOl6BM0wFTgSPQDGWu9_gYccIKefbuMXicKGooYinE7XQDUEuiKVfRCtlcRTBUSdQy3np6LmEGESWZ-jlso4VzMGxsh5Yee0XIdg3ZF3rjylgIF8shW5WMYxGJQ/s1600-h/Oct+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255483971495022994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdnsTHy_mCj5aS5LmJOl6BM0wFTgSPQDGWu9_gYccIKefbuMXicKGooYinE7XQDUEuiKVfRCtlcRTBUSdQy3np6LmEGESWZ-jlso4VzMGxsh5Yee0XIdg3ZF3rjylgIF8shW5WMYxGJQ/s320/Oct+7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our own personal greeter. This is the face you see when you come to my house. She has to look out the window when she hears something outside. She has figured out how to get on the ottoman and peek - and make sure the blinds are out of her way. She sits there when we leave for school too. She doesn't bark though, she is just nosy!!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-35196734505866267342008-10-10T04:16:00.000-07:002008-10-10T04:18:30.100-07:00October 4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuq5ynhyphenhyphentq1eLALWCY0F1wh9UGUw-fqfCaPdnWR2OIYiDgOgucaZT28bSePtlzznBvQNxc_hNLoTZmYOkBFoipnD0IUcgNGoz_3HRZwnvHmm14_JOCCS5kpklLhATw6deQb237pfbGeM/s1600-h/Oct+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255483049565960018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuq5ynhyphenhyphentq1eLALWCY0F1wh9UGUw-fqfCaPdnWR2OIYiDgOgucaZT28bSePtlzznBvQNxc_hNLoTZmYOkBFoipnD0IUcgNGoz_3HRZwnvHmm14_JOCCS5kpklLhATw6deQb237pfbGeM/s320/Oct+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Did I ask for help loading the dish washer??? No, but that doesn't mean I won't get it. Of course not from the two legged kids - heaven forbid they take a dish off the table, let alone rinse it and put it in the dishwasher!! Pepper will help me though, weather I need it or not!!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-24087485651785888162008-10-10T04:13:00.000-07:002008-10-10T04:16:35.827-07:00October 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzQSy1O3C9WFr-5sUUoDwee77sCFSXN9Baw_dD2bwy3tSk7U4fkd8A_Mrp59dhI72YQa5JZBsEDRYHwOepMqarWFBX7DzTXqly0Xo_0Vav4PcBsgn7nLlb_Up_9D-QTts_Y9pBlQTWPo/s1600-h/Oct+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255482474184666946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzQSy1O3C9WFr-5sUUoDwee77sCFSXN9Baw_dD2bwy3tSk7U4fkd8A_Mrp59dhI72YQa5JZBsEDRYHwOepMqarWFBX7DzTXqly0Xo_0Vav4PcBsgn7nLlb_Up_9D-QTts_Y9pBlQTWPo/s320/Oct+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>OMG!!! She has mule ears. When she stands her ears up they are so big. It is really funny. Hubby says they look like Dingo ears. I wish I had gotten to see the mom. I am really not so sure what she could be mixed with. What the heck kind of "Hound" had mule ears???</div><br /> I guess she will grow into her ears when she grows into her feet!!Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-47465249899594780142008-10-10T04:10:00.000-07:002008-10-10T04:13:39.815-07:00September 30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUhgckNEb4eJTTL7Xhyphenhyphen4QCbHqYKqOKT5RWUshmQ0b0ko5tXDfAFk2VAO10jXMzd9x9t497LkXIQaR1R5_gdj7NGlDyRUL5r3IWCzap_-15T1Pr3y3aifebN2zJaGWJQtuPIPyaREtw7w/s1600-h/Sept+30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255481734409358914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUhgckNEb4eJTTL7Xhyphenhyphen4QCbHqYKqOKT5RWUshmQ0b0ko5tXDfAFk2VAO10jXMzd9x9t497LkXIQaR1R5_gdj7NGlDyRUL5r3IWCzap_-15T1Pr3y3aifebN2zJaGWJQtuPIPyaREtw7w/s320/Sept+30.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We got the dog a Halloween costume. I had to wait until she was asleep on her bear to get it on her. The first day she was having no part of it. I don't know that we will actually get the whole thing on her, but it should be funny. </div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-56704137816549088372008-10-10T04:08:00.001-07:002008-10-10T04:10:50.822-07:00September 27<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMJPp_hOTiBbDqVMuNwq5tikbtQPTSbt7XoYbJV7IZK3T-M8WwpJCcJaINlhX-p6-6DIa9uAZOxtvRKThyphenhyphenN6dC8PSI2IN9PHEiTKIxHV_9LPes2qgNpbAdNeYmeLhNEXHEOWeOf_gEJU/s1600-h/Sept+27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255480982884650850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMJPp_hOTiBbDqVMuNwq5tikbtQPTSbt7XoYbJV7IZK3T-M8WwpJCcJaINlhX-p6-6DIa9uAZOxtvRKThyphenhyphenN6dC8PSI2IN9PHEiTKIxHV_9LPes2qgNpbAdNeYmeLhNEXHEOWeOf_gEJU/s320/Sept+27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have a new helper. I was trying to make the bed, and the dog had to give a hand. Chewing on the pillows as I am putting the pillow cases on. She likes to go under the bed too and run out at you when you walk by. Looking at her paws, she won't be able to do that too much longer. I think she is going to be a good size dog. </div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-90709098842611732582008-10-10T04:00:00.000-07:002008-10-10T04:04:03.116-07:00September 23<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmEjUwDMEqg8DnqTpya8seMqO9Nj9jIZU1OCvwFuy_xUU9nx5N8tUyByFM-nSVCIKQQH_bLU3tsDwA2FyF9SUj00FmANy9iwjsmw1kzQrF1Y9Vhtgogm6jgvZfzo9r9Wa52OSrI6aPQ4/s1600-h/Sept+23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255479316831187810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmEjUwDMEqg8DnqTpya8seMqO9Nj9jIZU1OCvwFuy_xUU9nx5N8tUyByFM-nSVCIKQQH_bLU3tsDwA2FyF9SUj00FmANy9iwjsmw1kzQrF1Y9Vhtgogm6jgvZfzo9r9Wa52OSrI6aPQ4/s320/Sept+23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ashie got sent home from school today. 101 degree fever. That wasn't bad enough. We have been walking to school, so I didn't have a car. I call hubby and ask what he is doing - he has been working at my dad's house around the corner, but not today - today he is in Montauk - an hour away. Great!! Call the in laws - not home. I had to call my neighbor - who it turns out, was taking care of her girlfriend who had a 101 fever. She picked her up and ran her home for me. I get home and Ash looked so miserable. What does every great mom do at a time like this??? Take a picture. LOL!!! </div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-77888540178091434962008-10-10T03:56:00.000-07:002008-10-10T04:00:23.382-07:00September 21<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_dTIe2WAZsRkrp5Rbf1RbYmsNXdtGsso5MQf452QFtW6Zq9zNasp_l_AiyUJhzFpxZQ4Cu0VWyMxCEmaxyZZghGwQZ8tsMjMaYmKSMjmmMPOF1FqQRNYbToO1PXYpiPUbZhtetOeCXo/s1600-h/Sept+21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255478346974924322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_dTIe2WAZsRkrp5Rbf1RbYmsNXdtGsso5MQf452QFtW6Zq9zNasp_l_AiyUJhzFpxZQ4Cu0VWyMxCEmaxyZZghGwQZ8tsMjMaYmKSMjmmMPOF1FqQRNYbToO1PXYpiPUbZhtetOeCXo/s320/Sept+21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What to do with this hair. Ash used to have bangs. She decided to grow them out and get long layers. Well, that's all well and good, but her hair now hangs in her face all of the time. She isn't so good at taking care of her hair, so I am lucky if it gets brushed. I have to tell her to put a headband on. Hair hanging in my face makes me crazy, I couldn't live like this!! I need to figure out what to do with it. I really don't want her to get bangs again!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-48231354578818920002008-10-10T03:53:00.000-07:002008-10-10T03:56:21.332-07:00September 20<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hj-cZavmhN6Z6NWa-XrqtHYptnRIwcWJUm2ELhgonlUixAEt_wYBXJw0TqmT3QCMEczOKdWw11r3B4KPheY4W2SMy8eGpwlZr7nkxzmiYXmmQ9mEfPHs6knPr2txf8UaxAcrhh25ahU/s1600-h/Sept+20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255477323580617794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hj-cZavmhN6Z6NWa-XrqtHYptnRIwcWJUm2ELhgonlUixAEt_wYBXJw0TqmT3QCMEczOKdWw11r3B4KPheY4W2SMy8eGpwlZr7nkxzmiYXmmQ9mEfPHs6knPr2txf8UaxAcrhh25ahU/s320/Sept+20.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Karate testing today. Ony Dylynn tested. Ashlyn helped out - she is going to start training to be a Junior Instructor. Since she was helping out, the instructor let her present Dyl with her next belt. Of course there was carrying on - Ashie had to make sure it was really tight and of course there was some pushing between the two. Heaven forbid they act like nice loving sisters!!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-39446751380150034752008-10-10T03:48:00.000-07:002008-10-10T03:53:17.818-07:00September 15<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qqMPGIsdSo6rWE1RM19eeJjuxWKvukqPwh8plPa0b3eyY_-5mAHEREuQTFHXvlG-yzsmKg-MhkD4HGluyEgew7X7wmF6fXhp-DWIdquznpi5fAGiUkEtwiHvQU46By_p9-INEEqjflM/s1600-h/Sept+15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255476533059248130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qqMPGIsdSo6rWE1RM19eeJjuxWKvukqPwh8plPa0b3eyY_-5mAHEREuQTFHXvlG-yzsmKg-MhkD4HGluyEgew7X7wmF6fXhp-DWIdquznpi5fAGiUkEtwiHvQU46By_p9-INEEqjflM/s320/Sept+15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Getting comfy!! She loves to sleep in "the chair" I personally can't stand this chair, but the dog loves it. She can't get up in it herself yet, but somehow she is always up there. Yes, we are all guilty of tossing her up there. I know sometimes I have to use the bathroom and I figure if she is up there, she won't pee or poop - I am safe for a few minutes!!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-76963057271204085572008-10-10T03:42:00.000-07:002008-10-10T03:48:45.775-07:00September 14<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGpqsauAZfd6_00piWjGzeM-TX7CR3qdlI_6EjgZdoFhDqEdFMzu-JxaGgsmKPgc5__lGUc0ib3Lw6Uqe0rjyFjCd2-87WxpKrq50XNsAvcGrhlT3uOnr90XNM66JCdlLrFxRW2kivDM/s1600-h/September+14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255475290491870114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGpqsauAZfd6_00piWjGzeM-TX7CR3qdlI_6EjgZdoFhDqEdFMzu-JxaGgsmKPgc5__lGUc0ib3Lw6Uqe0rjyFjCd2-87WxpKrq50XNsAvcGrhlT3uOnr90XNM66JCdlLrFxRW2kivDM/s320/September+14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What to do with the old booster seats???</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Why, leave them in the living room so the puppy can use them as base, of course. If you throw her something she will come back with it, but she has to go sit on the booster seat - then she will drop it, but she has to be there first.</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-29152419011841551902008-09-14T08:20:00.001-07:002008-09-14T08:22:05.306-07:00September 7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsCqOxrP2spDR3ErqKRpKFU9to9l3FPPvvuYVNGzXloueFuet1OGlD4xAsC1XUmmkECKVhDYW5W4x7eTOqeLXcqRQfLC5uvwA81ynk07rOL3y9_HB-GqdBZJlPeoBgdjTksu9xhHtrT4/s1600-h/September+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245897426098527250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsCqOxrP2spDR3ErqKRpKFU9to9l3FPPvvuYVNGzXloueFuet1OGlD4xAsC1XUmmkECKVhDYW5W4x7eTOqeLXcqRQfLC5uvwA81ynk07rOL3y9_HB-GqdBZJlPeoBgdjTksu9xhHtrT4/s320/September+7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />The only picture I took today. The silly dog carrying around a two pound weight. I forgot how much fun chewing puppies are - NOT!!!!Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-36526397578671114052008-09-14T08:15:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:20:21.065-07:00September 5<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU82w5rF2j-KsR2cBZrl-n_FD5e6oQUcpXQaYHULU21M4ML33Zy482-ouj8Vd0i8DJQ4sXwHjciUqKqLamCRYQqAZ1-Mxh4N-moXN49UkW-NYwdouDpbP3c1sz0OcRcYEF9Bwwk6ENQtY/s1600-h/September+5-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245896265179539890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU82w5rF2j-KsR2cBZrl-n_FD5e6oQUcpXQaYHULU21M4ML33Zy482-ouj8Vd0i8DJQ4sXwHjciUqKqLamCRYQqAZ1-Mxh4N-moXN49UkW-NYwdouDpbP3c1sz0OcRcYEF9Bwwk6ENQtY/s320/September+5-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is part of my flower bed. I was so proud of the way it looked. Everything was alive, the flowers were huge and bright - lots of flowers..............................</div><div> </div><div>............. And then we got Pepper. Now The first few feet next to the deck look like this. Very Sad</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCU1SDY43yg9VsNNYojrsi3iSd570ucpRyDX7wFBWWOgF2J0eEXxQQB-tkXP_GEWQ-RlN33M_fR1kLdOB2qJKu6DT9lt1jPK8RXifU_eP9TNGfW4TuH71KzAvESW2XLuPWg5znEw6UK7M/s1600-h/September+5-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245896626796918818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCU1SDY43yg9VsNNYojrsi3iSd570ucpRyDX7wFBWWOgF2J0eEXxQQB-tkXP_GEWQ-RlN33M_fR1kLdOB2qJKu6DT9lt1jPK8RXifU_eP9TNGfW4TuH71KzAvESW2XLuPWg5znEw6UK7M/s320/September+5-2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8769883707686884892008-09-14T08:12:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:15:48.521-07:00September 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsBKagwn6rPHamHI-0vTvbLJygCU_U0ecMuQVWeVMYOPdsvZJGG05ZQb5vKbroyBMVHvTnF_4nfOZYMCfq2cCP2AtZG6H7Dr0zk6NqG3thA2QFct5O99A-ApdZH97Dko-U3Txgg7B00Q/s1600-h/September+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245895499034170946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsBKagwn6rPHamHI-0vTvbLJygCU_U0ecMuQVWeVMYOPdsvZJGG05ZQb5vKbroyBMVHvTnF_4nfOZYMCfq2cCP2AtZG6H7Dr0zk6NqG3thA2QFct5O99A-ApdZH97Dko-U3Txgg7B00Q/s320/September+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The first day of school. The twinkies started 5th grade and Dyl started 2nd. We have been walking to school. I had to go in early so we dropped the twins at the Middle School and Dyl and I went to work. I have started letting the twins walk by themselves - they actually meet two friends on the corner by my neighbors house - she is a cop, so I am ok with this. So far all is going well. Lets keep our fingers crosssed.</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-31675497210671560972008-09-14T08:10:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:12:46.616-07:00September 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZPhtx3Ga5CW3qEScrnlVAZ6jtX6VVOf9juH4pyr_o61wScZqDkZGuHyiVdGXTB1rus06dR50WVmdbQmqmKxwHHikjA4SJn1NsBtJyo1sVCCUSAPH9nr98IOfzSpZ0jar0pkUXuAhg0o/s1600-h/September+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245894936343409602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZPhtx3Ga5CW3qEScrnlVAZ6jtX6VVOf9juH4pyr_o61wScZqDkZGuHyiVdGXTB1rus06dR50WVmdbQmqmKxwHHikjA4SJn1NsBtJyo1sVCCUSAPH9nr98IOfzSpZ0jar0pkUXuAhg0o/s320/September+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My girls and their other cousins. Ry is doing his Michael Phelps impersonation. I have the only girls in the family. Both my husbands sister and my brother have boys. And my brothers oldest has two boys too!!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-34953565023080384702008-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:10:28.408-07:00August 31<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbrsQyi0ihzEmEmUVU_DwDO39WAsg5l4bA4uCpDwVy37rgkNzPaVYUdG8JgJ14Y_Fnw22fCLMxgEVjeH7YDhMmuwI5e9eWfpDoBZXOhqUTAB-3ZBR3AmoqxNjEluDyeV4TjpJp-C_nBg/s1600-h/August+31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245894398596805698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbrsQyi0ihzEmEmUVU_DwDO39WAsg5l4bA4uCpDwVy37rgkNzPaVYUdG8JgJ14Y_Fnw22fCLMxgEVjeH7YDhMmuwI5e9eWfpDoBZXOhqUTAB-3ZBR3AmoqxNjEluDyeV4TjpJp-C_nBg/s320/August+31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Another favorite spot - Daddy's recliner. I don't mind her in the chair since it it filthy and disgusting any way. She was sleeping and dreaming.</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-14624708920603065522008-09-14T08:06:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:08:35.499-07:00August 30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5i3C2xhSTma3db1xOX9nw2BjXvKa-nma9jO74bgmURUS69PopuiPx8y21cwXq7v1D61BlhCBPP6LYIxd9_hFvHktF5Ylw-_12rrUR9WMlvuE49Rx2FN5Yp5OOZDV2fpOzv6JjK2t32U/s1600-h/August+30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245893843392874402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5i3C2xhSTma3db1xOX9nw2BjXvKa-nma9jO74bgmURUS69PopuiPx8y21cwXq7v1D61BlhCBPP6LYIxd9_hFvHktF5Ylw-_12rrUR9WMlvuE49Rx2FN5Yp5OOZDV2fpOzv6JjK2t32U/s320/August+30.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>One of Peppers favorite spots. She loves to sit on the base of the basket ball hoop. She really is a cutie, but she is still making me crazy.</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-82712497850974247172008-09-14T08:02:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:06:32.297-07:00August 28<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQZLA4_0OCePKmOrL7hsDrIbBIkCyoPyU-q9Jtvr1KFrYpmrFLEx0UpjjlOJ98lrglJtQNgQrx5-o4WO-vN-0u8sgJOePB6c_y9PcTYfSMfAhrOUAoB0mhbX7Bxc3UfshlWksyuknoog/s1600-h/August+29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245893242554420562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQZLA4_0OCePKmOrL7hsDrIbBIkCyoPyU-q9Jtvr1KFrYpmrFLEx0UpjjlOJ98lrglJtQNgQrx5-o4WO-vN-0u8sgJOePB6c_y9PcTYfSMfAhrOUAoB0mhbX7Bxc3UfshlWksyuknoog/s320/August+29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />The stinker bell all fresh and clean from her shower/bath. yes, she took the shower and then let the water run into the tub so she could swim. You would think this is the best trick in the book. She loves having her hair all up like mommy!!Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-24036467598149118762008-08-28T15:32:00.000-07:002008-08-28T15:38:35.060-07:00August 28Does it have to be just one picture?? We got our puppy today!<br /><p> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6jrzDlKZg71TMurqXXbsqxFL2yr50TfbE9QQBaLUwqqFQ6sYCH-gLl95NxOCANG22JYY7OBof5EtaWkngFiyLMkOhb6uyGyiBPYK_x9xp31-y5F7Wq-Trwdb2Jn4ghRPy02xJVD6Cfw/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700789049186882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6jrzDlKZg71TMurqXXbsqxFL2yr50TfbE9QQBaLUwqqFQ6sYCH-gLl95NxOCANG22JYY7OBof5EtaWkngFiyLMkOhb6uyGyiBPYK_x9xp31-y5F7Wq-Trwdb2Jn4ghRPy02xJVD6Cfw/s320/Our+new+Puppy+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Look at her. The girls decided to name her Pepper. There were a few I liked better, but she isn't my dog.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofP_5ID5eMwhH3JtqnfPxjGqGQupRibD6hzaVuNM-6EYdd_GdDM45tfRYht5vse3QU60CKxFzWE3n-eD6LUcYRGoQJRwmsjiPj4O9nLEH9br-Vtgi0OoaWEOU7vGDIFvOQi9qh_CQo-A/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700797645245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofP_5ID5eMwhH3JtqnfPxjGqGQupRibD6hzaVuNM-6EYdd_GdDM45tfRYht5vse3QU60CKxFzWE3n-eD6LUcYRGoQJRwmsjiPj4O9nLEH9br-Vtgi0OoaWEOU7vGDIFvOQi9qh_CQo-A/s320/Our+new+Puppy+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> It took her about 5 minutes to warm up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrI15tLV1Wq2-Lvm9yafRj-bu43bp1wzcojD-srwCpx27DIEsYNqOcf4zrqRQKRdqzIFPsky2MIvh7PKvNADZ04xjvIyeC1jrJTRJcimYv_hVS-gdajUJC6h5ANbo-7fFfpZHpfhyWt28/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700806835038658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrI15tLV1Wq2-Lvm9yafRj-bu43bp1wzcojD-srwCpx27DIEsYNqOcf4zrqRQKRdqzIFPsky2MIvh7PKvNADZ04xjvIyeC1jrJTRJcimYv_hVS-gdajUJC6h5ANbo-7fFfpZHpfhyWt28/s320/Our+new+Puppy+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> She started chasing the girls around it was funny. She was running around with them for about an hour<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sAEatSJQRC5RCWynC0yTAiFcqEiuQ1j5exibqyM0MoO8Ck1W34CK1cpb1mxG2MuR3arXpjFl9l7wAEDZT7fMG5LqPg6s1grNqd4fvIcqhDFeGrF-ltsmnCCeqOBuEllZLT-rMdN-sI4/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700812559044162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sAEatSJQRC5RCWynC0yTAiFcqEiuQ1j5exibqyM0MoO8Ck1W34CK1cpb1mxG2MuR3arXpjFl9l7wAEDZT7fMG5LqPg6s1grNqd4fvIcqhDFeGrF-ltsmnCCeqOBuEllZLT-rMdN-sI4/s320/Our+new+Puppy+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> They threw her a tennis ball, and I thought she would be too small for it - she wasn't<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmk8BdLBkhZn-Wqk29YNr7uU0O_6LadN4AG4WeGHLOYAFnY5eJfsGIuSMmHshjLTbw81FfM7FkzZWEJh5IZebY0I4d6B0pL7x7gCOM_ElyK_q3CuntPHmy4jW9bGRukHjo1wek1Rks8cU/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700821925335666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmk8BdLBkhZn-Wqk29YNr7uU0O_6LadN4AG4WeGHLOYAFnY5eJfsGIuSMmHshjLTbw81FfM7FkzZWEJh5IZebY0I4d6B0pL7x7gCOM_ElyK_q3CuntPHmy4jW9bGRukHjo1wek1Rks8cU/s320/Our+new+Puppy+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />she is exhausted now. Now they just have to tire her out again before we go to bed.</p>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-28512784585057350082008-08-28T15:23:00.000-07:002008-08-28T15:32:45.483-07:00August 27<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptoEyChUZHR08a1e6JWsWe_lPScXd-_UCj9tZ3zlQRNxt4M5pACb2N1PdyiEGdQcG3wOd4zT6URzfs6JYL97H0UW4CzniZg8g99Lmlg6ELAcWV_Ue7c-OuiMX7meMzgCjSZ4yg3oGsro/s1600-h/August+27+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239699496283381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptoEyChUZHR08a1e6JWsWe_lPScXd-_UCj9tZ3zlQRNxt4M5pACb2N1PdyiEGdQcG3wOd4zT6URzfs6JYL97H0UW4CzniZg8g99Lmlg6ELAcWV_Ue7c-OuiMX7meMzgCjSZ4yg3oGsro/s320/August+27+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> Who is that masked person??? Everyone seems to love the Monkey mask - even Aunt/Grandma Ellen. The kids had a ball with it today. Hubby even woke the twins up with it. He loves to scare the crap out of them. LOL!!<br /><div></div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-27632640347194649472008-08-26T11:13:00.000-07:002008-08-26T11:16:54.119-07:00August 26<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbHNXnfvfN6io6yM6pRE4kVkus4HJegy1m-6jtkMvfNZS2jQ_0FaMszvKCQhMik2vVi747ynpXk_aT4WUqAgetzgnveS_qGBzsLhChifUYyVaif3O2ZbrBmxZQEFwjM-tpo79kCof4tc/s1600-h/August+26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238891518076534802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbHNXnfvfN6io6yM6pRE4kVkus4HJegy1m-6jtkMvfNZS2jQ_0FaMszvKCQhMik2vVi747ynpXk_aT4WUqAgetzgnveS_qGBzsLhChifUYyVaif3O2ZbrBmxZQEFwjM-tpo79kCof4tc/s320/August+26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Isn't this pretty!!! My little candle holder that I love to put stuff in!!! I went and bought shells today. And after spending over $20 on said shells, I had a realization What kind of MORON as close to the beach as I do and goes and buys freakin shells. WTF was I thinking?? And I won't mention that I think in my candle cabinet I already have shells. Who is the biggest ass you know - YUP!!! That would be me!!!</div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-24243483005958782282008-08-26T11:07:00.000-07:002008-08-26T11:13:21.662-07:00August 25<div>Where is the big ass gold chain and the horn?????</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My nephew showed me the sneakers he picked out for school. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TPZXRVCScGgdc6lqYJJMekx9Io1nVWw9vgD88FAvhhKfzJfh8jI37dadSeYEX6ADRBwFLcv-HLz20-E245Ufg5sqUwWGdO1nxQ_MUDYaVbYS5FpXzatok_GVT7_IR-yHLHM1znVnwEQ/s1600-h/August+25+1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890335152427490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TPZXRVCScGgdc6lqYJJMekx9Io1nVWw9vgD88FAvhhKfzJfh8jI37dadSeYEX6ADRBwFLcv-HLz20-E245Ufg5sqUwWGdO1nxQ_MUDYaVbYS5FpXzatok_GVT7_IR-yHLHM1znVnwEQ/s320/August+25+1.bmp" border="0" /></a> Of course I had to say - OMG are you Italian. Not to mention that they are huge. So as I was laughing about the fact that my Italian Nephew is walking around with the flag on his shoes - he points out the details....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_O6zemPS4kh34tAFaRayg5TwAkB144Jm1pFh3wODb4hH9x4EoAsk1zKt_oO98Gl6m1DaL-PzVPk51dY3WB1MA1SqcaovEy8TQKULGKyBS_YBHuAzA8TZBFArAhI7aZZfzjho1hkqhY0/s1600-h/August+25+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890346187805970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_O6zemPS4kh34tAFaRayg5TwAkB144Jm1pFh3wODb4hH9x4EoAsk1zKt_oO98Gl6m1DaL-PzVPk51dY3WB1MA1SqcaovEy8TQKULGKyBS_YBHuAzA8TZBFArAhI7aZZfzjho1hkqhY0/s320/August+25+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Why yes my friends, tha is a mushroom, a slice of pepper and some pepperoni slices. I was rolling. He really likes these. Thank heavens because he is the one who will be wearing them. I had to have a picture of these.Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4300847713917771322008-08-26T11:02:00.000-07:002008-08-26T11:07:14.229-07:00August 20<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXGM484uDEar7WYY_4bWQFFFGxkJp06OhTyl9RSIbwMjrgY1_f3rwiKBn0SvNUjVTeInnWrev0o3yF5z0W8U92wWyYv-k52xFWM8ocQD74B3SD81TX5CHJXe4mXWXHksZfbGfzcAnzvU/s1600-h/Devin+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238888616215508002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXGM484uDEar7WYY_4bWQFFFGxkJp06OhTyl9RSIbwMjrgY1_f3rwiKBn0SvNUjVTeInnWrev0o3yF5z0W8U92wWyYv-k52xFWM8ocQD74B3SD81TX5CHJXe4mXWXHksZfbGfzcAnzvU/s320/Devin+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is really sad. Not tragic sad, but sad. My youngest Great Nephew, Devin, was born in December. This was the first time I got to see him. My SIL babysits for them every Wednesday, they only live a freakin half an hour away, 40 minutes if I decided to drive the speed limit, and this was the first time I have seen him - Mind you, it was only the 2nd time I have seen my SIL, two nephews also. See, sad. Well, we decided not to let that happen again. There is no reason she and I and the kids can't get together without the husbands and the rest of the family. So there, that said, let's hope we can pull this off!!!! </div>Susiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321noreply@blogger.com1