tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827850720302313792024-02-19T16:35:20.758-08:00Katrina's PlaceKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-64822249115780188732009-03-25T14:22:00.000-07:002009-03-25T15:10:02.398-07:00Dancing the night away<p>Jada and cousins showing us their awesome dance moves</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoS_FnUCD1cLVwdZXgMR-nl9fqAsozNRZ6c3Jbd5LOcTFyWq7SITJRMy3o0Hnd_uyqrBN-u3Lgk2TLMQojNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-60052580927701644202009-03-23T14:42:00.000-07:002009-03-25T14:22:31.143-07:00Gabe's first haircut<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3a4hzbtMl_KSMXpDCiJf83lTGMPmPWGObRvz6CiW1bh2fjAUKFh5JLqGIyq2Z85KjNFvWpsOQlXZsuJl7oQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-35953981526461727882009-03-20T11:01:00.000-07:002009-03-20T11:03:12.594-07:00BooksI've been slowly making my way through the classics section at the library, but I also like to read other good books. Anyone have any recommendations? Anything good out there that's being read?Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-55804236027062667532009-02-21T19:18:00.000-08:002009-02-21T21:55:28.287-08:00You know you don't blog enough when....Your dad calls you on the phone and asks "When are you going to update your blog".<br />I don't know, I sometimes feel like my blog should be some earth-shattering profound thing, instead of what it is, a mundane housewife's catolog of events. For instance,do any of you really want to read about all the runny noses I've been wiping this past week? Or that I am a total cranky pants when I don't get enough sleep and become the grumpy witch of the Northwest? Which I was all week because my kids weren't sleeping well, and when they aren't sleeping well... my nose grows a wart and my face turns green... HEHEHEHEHE!<br />But anyways, all of you will be relieved to know that I am no longer Mrs. Cranky Pants, and have returned back to normal just in time to start PMSing next week. My husband will be SOOOO excited. Have I just crossed a line? TMI? Probably not, becuase I think my only readers are family, so they would hear this from me anyway.<br />Do you know what's been annoying/disturbing me lately? It's the fact that my son keeps being mistaken for a girl. PEOPLE, he has long lashes and messy hair, what's girlish about that? Please, may I make a request that all of you out there who comment on a poor defenseless stranger's child, to pause and take a moment to determine what kind of clothing the child is wearing and make an educated guess on the child's sex. If it is too close to call, say something that is fitting for any sex, like "What a beautiful baby, what is the baby's name?" Yes, that works, please use it and stop being a frustration to all the mother's out there who are now developing a complex that their children might suffer this oversight all their lives.<br />Good news though, while I was at Costco buying diapers and wipes in mass quantities, and sitting down at the food court to console my spending in a sausage and diet coke for $1.50, a childless couple was admiring Gabe (with the kind, but oh so WRONG comment of "What a beautiful baby girl") and Jada, so we started chatting, and they were totally awesome! We ended up exchanging telephone numbers and names on the back of our Costco receipts (because you can't leave the store without them) with talk of calling. I would really like to call, but I have never done this before. What should I say? I would love to get to know them better, but I feel that my humble home and children might overwhelm them in concentrated doses, and I don't want them to think I am a moocher or something. How would you go about this? I should have gotten their email.... email is so less threatening nowadays than a phone conversation. It's more easily ignored... or facebook is even better.... Geesh, I wish I would have thought about this then, then they could more easily avoid me if they were just being polite at Costco.<br />I would like to make an Official Announcement. As of today, I am wearing some of my pre-Gabe clothes. First time in like two years. I am out of fashion, but I am just so ecstatic to not have to wear oversized sweatshirts and exercise pants with an elastic band that I will shout it from the rooftops. When I first started this blog, I was tracking my weight-loss and was getting pretty embarrassed when the numbers stopped going down, so I quit and avoided it, but at the end of last year as I was pondering my goals for the near and far future, one of them was first in my mind, to get my act together and lose weight and be healthy. That also meant that I had to admit to myself that I couldn't do it alone, and so I reverted to my one and only successful weightloss and started doing Weight Watchers again. Well, you might wonder, how can weight watchers be that helpful, if this is my second time around doing it? Well, in it's defense I moved to a country where they had no WW, and one of the 4 main strategies of losing weight with their program is to attend the meetings every week. Then a miscarriage and a full-term pregnancy later, I had gained back most of the weight I lost (but in defense of myself, when I moved to Fiji, before I was prego with Gabe, I was pretty successful in maintaing my weightloss, so I really am saying I am blaming my over-indulgence while being pregnant with Gabe). So there you have it folks. All of 2008, I was struggling with losing the weight myself. Only, that doesn't seem to work for me. I need a "map" and not just an idea of how to get there. I need something that works for me. It's kind of like a math equation, we all know that 2+2=4 and so we know that exercise and eating right= weightloss, but just as 1+3=4 and 5-1=4 there's lots of paths to get there, you just have to know which one is working best in the situation your in. So there you have it. I am somebody who needs "help" and needs to be accountable to a nameless face in an undescript building to motivate myself to do what I need to do each week, and lose the lbs!<br />Well, I better get moving my family is having a meltdown without me!<br />Until next time....Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-4951807212028176362009-01-08T19:31:00.000-08:002009-01-08T20:18:12.646-08:00Falling behindI don't know why I am not able to write more than a blog here and there, but it seems that the time I get to spend on the computer for more than 5 minutes is few and far between, but I guess that happens when you've got two kids to chase and a husband who studies constantly!<br /><br />Christmas was good to us. It was so great to spend the holidays with my family. It was lots of fun, and though it kept snowing, and snowing it was nice to have a white Christmas, though I did miss our family tradition we kept in Fiji of going to the beach the day after Christmas and having a picnic and swimming in the pool.<br /><br />I'm not much for "New Year's Resolutions" but we make family goals, for lack of a better definition, in which we strive to live by the "goals" we set for ourselves. This year it is "be hopeful, be prayerful, be studious, be clean, be appropriate, be kind, Be One" It's kind of a variation of Pres. Hinckley's 6 Be's.<br /><br />As with each new year, I just hope that I live a little better, am more obedient to the commandments, learn a little more, and just make a better me than I was last year. I do not however want to grow a little bigger or wrinklier or grayer, but I don't know how many of those things I have in my complete control, though I do know I will try my best that it doesn't happen!<br />;)Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-62304055754753882922008-12-21T15:00:00.000-08:002008-12-21T15:08:57.260-08:00Go Away, Snow!I want the snow to stop right now! I mean it! It is going to totally ruin all my Christmas plans if it keeps on snowing. They'll close down all the mountain passes, and I will never make it to Spokane to have Christmas with my family. To some people, this might not be such a big deal, but because I left every single Christmas present at my mom's house, my daughter will wake up on Christmas with absolutely nothing to open! She'll be so upset, I can imagine it now. So I keep praying the weather will clear up enough so that we can travel in our car to Spokane. I just don't want Jada to feel sad on Christmas. Plus, I really want to spend the holidays with my family since we've been out of the country for the past 3 years. So anyone out there who cares... say a little prayer that I can make it to Spokane with my family!Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-84377237945599031312008-12-12T15:44:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:16:21.819-08:00<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwx9C3DnOV5Nchpz-xEAuIfQjGJLKObwymMtNM9no2f4sEUtAD8d5_CGBod22LhnZtll2IO6ZFi1pU616Hq8A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Just some video of my baby boy laughing it up and Jada giving us a run down about school</p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysow24wFsKYvIFLva2dT0yadnYDFJ_sVakmZ4IPHvjafXCD05Gs0XnpVXWxsk9r-cnjxsmtdEPGOx_z7AM4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-64075158508685915472008-12-12T15:34:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:42:47.601-08:00Christmas Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5AQY313iubUAKrVXiZJmXpNYaqXAfYTz5hqZ_IES-C_FAgEFwotg5AqFVzCHy_5ch71sF-e_QWIzWqnxiMNeaR4eNpv_O0Z6aP5xyq81E_DDLtIlX9DD-Gu5SDCEQhVTgBXRIWMq9LY/s1600-h/christmas+pics+001.THM"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXxo085N2wP1HZJimTm0PjkV74OAqaEXCFuA8nburBUCAoEwFmBAjLip9h9Iw9bJN2gaod7kSA0DESvt_4FsNb8sDaG4ahiJMHOK403wvnYES_zrRg0XYpdqzZP9RHOs9VheoPZseHgY/s1600-h/christmas+pics+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279052858110230898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXxo085N2wP1HZJimTm0PjkV74OAqaEXCFuA8nburBUCAoEwFmBAjLip9h9Iw9bJN2gaod7kSA0DESvt_4FsNb8sDaG4ahiJMHOK403wvnYES_zrRg0XYpdqzZP9RHOs9VheoPZseHgY/s320/christmas+pics+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIwhkgNJJrpkJe1LF69glHHrRU4FyKDMOuA0mfjlebBTxT2pwIPoGyH7sAyrD9yPORsjB5kLF8fhsnVoD7vycF8GD0loRwXJRzTPDMOK_KbaUD3fJt619ZN4BOrbrJk-aC1gfsbLfWK0/s1600-h/christmas+pics+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279052741160877026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIwhkgNJJrpkJe1LF69glHHrRU4FyKDMOuA0mfjlebBTxT2pwIPoGyH7sAyrD9yPORsjB5kLF8fhsnVoD7vycF8GD0loRwXJRzTPDMOK_KbaUD3fJt619ZN4BOrbrJk-aC1gfsbLfWK0/s320/christmas+pics+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a9q_lNqxpznLuZUCjVL2GGD4Uhm5c4RoMstuNS7HMdWbUXt09FjEzVwCQG173lzfUACZT9qWb6ZhlYh71xVvMc2j1FecFD4Af64-xrBBoYoHojPIO5_yizClMOtEbTerEin9Dk_TCZE/s1600-h/christmas+pics+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279052721478356690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6a9q_lNqxpznLuZUCjVL2GGD4Uhm5c4RoMstuNS7HMdWbUXt09FjEzVwCQG173lzfUACZT9qWb6ZhlYh71xVvMc2j1FecFD4Af64-xrBBoYoHojPIO5_yizClMOtEbTerEin9Dk_TCZE/s320/christmas+pics+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie68barog-TsSQtEaxjRNYVBUpNOBVl0qCpcz1J4i5jZADSvRZNE2DTqvjpFshHMWIPp0dZ6X7iHN0WmOp5oU-KxQ7oCLmnZ9lZi5RhO9uIkGdLR_AunoI6rTDDTebC-NE4oHRgNLTbPk/s1600-h/christmas+pics+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279052730421764130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie68barog-TsSQtEaxjRNYVBUpNOBVl0qCpcz1J4i5jZADSvRZNE2DTqvjpFshHMWIPp0dZ6X7iHN0WmOp5oU-KxQ7oCLmnZ9lZi5RhO9uIkGdLR_AunoI6rTDDTebC-NE4oHRgNLTbPk/s320/christmas+pics+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQYD9yqMvxRiTb6B4-K0Fr-joD9P3W4ZD6okBmtt7sprfzhgUBzwG9bEAPjKjA8nMuGwYSwb2eQGn6OG2ya5l7y6xhDJiiY8iXJ0trtKa8Yi2Wp7uWofyuxFSzzLbQWa5kX-pRZlEJEHE/s1600-h/christmas+pics+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279052720562350242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQYD9yqMvxRiTb6B4-K0Fr-joD9P3W4ZD6okBmtt7sprfzhgUBzwG9bEAPjKjA8nMuGwYSwb2eQGn6OG2ya5l7y6xhDJiiY8iXJ0trtKa8Yi2Wp7uWofyuxFSzzLbQWa5kX-pRZlEJEHE/s320/christmas+pics+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFagdbDCfdoeOMGKtyiukWe6rh7YUN0nbDP2oj4chtDH5Q-gnHTQthqMl2t9ecS8BYZzsiZ0OBLLkH8phnBl7mfNyhpXwxdP2PT_71bvPgZRUGc-aFq0QH1TPapWCdRXcY-Y7wR5nJ-Zo/s1600-h/christmas+pics+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279052710028389826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFagdbDCfdoeOMGKtyiukWe6rh7YUN0nbDP2oj4chtDH5Q-gnHTQthqMl2t9ecS8BYZzsiZ0OBLLkH8phnBl7mfNyhpXwxdP2PT_71bvPgZRUGc-aFq0QH1TPapWCdRXcY-Y7wR5nJ-Zo/s320/christmas+pics+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I took like 20, but most of them were blurry... I can't get the kids to both not be moving at the same time it appears. Hopefully I will be able to get some more later when Gabe is more in a smiling mood!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-78544807552987686152008-12-12T14:49:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:08:57.397-08:00Have yourself a merry little ChristmasI love Christmas time. I love singing all the songs and listening to all the music. I love at nighttime when you drive about town or the neighborhood you'll see splashes of Christmas lights and decorations in yards. I love that I just found an herbal tea called "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> sugar cookie" and I love that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">every night</span> you can find a Christmas movie or themed show going on. I love that things that are normally taken for granted, such as religion, family, service, goodwill all seem to come out in people and they pay more attentions to what is truly important. I love hearing the jingling of the bells as the salvation army volunteers stand out in the cold weather and raise money for those less fortunate than I. I love making Christmas candies and goodies and giving them out to friends and neighbors.I love watching the snow fall down on a dark winter's night when the stars are out and the world feels hushed and at peace. I love my Savior and what Christmas time really means to me and what profound changes a tiny baby can have on the world. <br />I think too often at Christmas time we get caught up in some of the festivities and traditions and forget why this holiday is actually called Christmas. What have we done so far to remember Christ and celebrate Christ's birth so far this season? Have you been a little more charitable? Have you done anything to help you feel the Christmas spirit a little more? Have you read the Christmas story from Luke 2? Have you played or sung any Christmas hymns that focus on Christ, and not Santa or his reindeer? What have you done to celebrate Christ? If you can't list more than two things, than I say we need to do more! I have heard people say that they wished that the "feeling" they got at Christmas time would last all year round, but how can it if we don't do anything to incorporate the true meaning of Christmas into our lives or into hearts? I know that I need to do this, probably more than anything, and maybe I should be asking myself, what gift can I give to my Savior this year? Maybe instead of planning a New Year's resolution, I should be gifting away one of my bad habits weaknesses and trying to replace it with something that will bring me closer to Christ this year? I don't know, but maybe if I do this instead of setting some unattainable goal, I'll actually be committed to doing it, not only this year, but for my whole life if necessary.<br />So anyway, think about it. Think what you can "give" to the Savior instead of what Santa or your family members can give to you, and you might find that you have that "Christmas feeling" still with you in June. <br />Merry ChristmasKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-472284580792229142008-12-12T13:39:00.000-08:002008-12-12T14:03:31.696-08:00Fijian "Rap"sody<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyXGFMK2_APiQHZDAH-drfZPWbGZHg8WTa3tgGn6FCDC2S3NNzmgXKk346c7tx_XBiCAxoE56l10wT-il_8CQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>I think they had a little to much sugar for lunch that day.</p>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-25592813799713473762008-12-09T20:32:00.000-08:002008-12-10T21:58:55.468-08:00I am a blogger slackerIts been a while that I've sent something out into "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggerspace</span>" but I thought I would try to get something out there.<br />So for the first time ever I became one with the crazy masses and waited in lines the day after Thanksgiving, in what is now known as "Black Friday". I actually had a great time hanging out with my sisters and mom. We got pretty much everything that we wanted to get and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">strategized</span> and had "master lists" for everyone to refer to. We split up, my Mom and sister-in-law took on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Walmart</span>, and Heather, Katie and I took on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shopko</span>, Target, and Bath and Body Works. We then took a short <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">reek</span> and had breakfast to get up some more energy and then continued on shopping for another couple hours. I had lots of fun hanging out with my sisters. On a not so related note, it's amazing to me how when I was younger, I didn't really like doing things with my sisters, or we were fighting, or disagreeing about what mom should make for dinner etc etc, but now as adults, it is a relationship I cherish, and it means more to me to get a phone call or an email from my sisters than just about anybody else. Maybe its because we have so much history together, and that I don't have to explain myself or my decisions, or that they instinctively know what I would prefer or that we can make fun of each other for all the silly things we used to do as teenagers. I don't know, but I do know that I love my sisters, and its great to be so close to them again, and be able to do fun things together like shopping or going to a movie or to dinner or whatever. <br />And its not so easy to make good friends when your older, especially if you move frequently. Or maybe its just me. But I find that i have a hard time relating to some of the woman my age or that I just am not that willing to use up my energy trying to make someone my "best friend". I like having history with a person, knowing where they came from, a little bit about their family and all that. For the most part, I feel like all the woman I know who are my age and that I have only recently met, that the "friendship" that we have is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">superficial</span>, or based solely on the fact that we have children of similar ages. It might also have to do with the fact that all our conversations center around our children. And, if I found someone that I wanted to actually hang out with on a more social basis, possibly without children, how do you go about that... what do you say? Would you like to go to the movies sometime? It sounds like being 16 again. <br />Wow... were did all that come from? Don't know why I decided to put that out there, but I'm too lazy to go back and erase any of it, so there it is....Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-51220263495459185412008-10-30T22:53:00.000-07:002008-11-01T22:31:35.725-07:00Autumn PicturesI love Autumn. It's not too cold, the colors on the trees are spectacular, and its just a great season to enjoy with your family.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SFHiYQj2CNRODmjnVkHbbQNqPi6D9UhBPbgnZxNiZId_naoAKuRT9NIljElcShcJbuHmd7VHgjDG9RNMAm75aXMc5zbjOiF-N56HOZxcPr15F0ulKP6uc9HFKfUQK741R6eLXzE-FkY/s1600-h/oct+2008+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922419413805410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SFHiYQj2CNRODmjnVkHbbQNqPi6D9UhBPbgnZxNiZId_naoAKuRT9NIljElcShcJbuHmd7VHgjDG9RNMAm75aXMc5zbjOiF-N56HOZxcPr15F0ulKP6uc9HFKfUQK741R6eLXzE-FkY/s320/oct+2008+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_YhpUOixFCqSKupQQ6oa5nexfsGiw5jGTiR5UzRgJ4ksPxa2i7xovRGEkPjZVxBrcInmpjmZzRpH-8v0WLno0BUl3yPSsCb_909PaomQJW1ugY2aTQ4qXfOlcaABzCuKhVnOZYZd_UA/s1600-h/oct+2008+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922415513557202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_YhpUOixFCqSKupQQ6oa5nexfsGiw5jGTiR5UzRgJ4ksPxa2i7xovRGEkPjZVxBrcInmpjmZzRpH-8v0WLno0BUl3yPSsCb_909PaomQJW1ugY2aTQ4qXfOlcaABzCuKhVnOZYZd_UA/s320/oct+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jada carving her pumpkin. It was a cat. She gave up after awhile, so I had to finish it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-ykJSkCXGSZ91tOcIdhZm6o32uDX4pUuS5HEahncVXtRHU-baghw5rKg2UxoHoyPbbd4fr_-D_IJ33uPp2b2sl6M6t59dZAP1teCcgZCmA3wlxbo9FByAlb1YBzVq9KG1AtlysZvby8/s1600-h/oct+2008b+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922410058483778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-ykJSkCXGSZ91tOcIdhZm6o32uDX4pUuS5HEahncVXtRHU-baghw5rKg2UxoHoyPbbd4fr_-D_IJ33uPp2b2sl6M6t59dZAP1teCcgZCmA3wlxbo9FByAlb1YBzVq9KG1AtlysZvby8/s320/oct+2008b+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNiWr1hS8eHIh2DXTGtLWP4-p82BdlBuBgVRZGCh3dDLv-FTgXMy0ysbg8tsxe43tAjQYQCiLSnrCir1nAjKUMf-KaQRdmk4oRnwCgvZ1S0qfRtM8q8Ex2A7wuJddXy2RXmdp2ae2ioI/s1600-h/oct+2008b+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263922402597119314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNiWr1hS8eHIh2DXTGtLWP4-p82BdlBuBgVRZGCh3dDLv-FTgXMy0ysbg8tsxe43tAjQYQCiLSnrCir1nAjKUMf-KaQRdmk4oRnwCgvZ1S0qfRtM8q8Ex2A7wuJddXy2RXmdp2ae2ioI/s320/oct+2008b+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jada was a Queen Bee and Gabe was her worker Bee.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78fPOSLvkR3xxgWiz4tjXm3Mu8CRHUxZVGc6t6my9Jy2xgYIh7RHyGmG-EujSoC6cAO_NFT8MaYXSS-KnJsuDB8BTD_4RHN4V9X3KjF115I1aEPDc6qp_zral6KJb8RqxsOIkLFTpvow/s1600-h/oct+2008b+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920432831914530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78fPOSLvkR3xxgWiz4tjXm3Mu8CRHUxZVGc6t6my9Jy2xgYIh7RHyGmG-EujSoC6cAO_NFT8MaYXSS-KnJsuDB8BTD_4RHN4V9X3KjF115I1aEPDc6qp_zral6KJb8RqxsOIkLFTpvow/s320/oct+2008b+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was their "flower".<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEYuxg-oT-EFUDTDzOsWi64M0hvKpInbmQQ0-WxQ0SRXjMN8J0vU_0p3JfPOckTD5MpGEj3SoCA9SNr0p9OZO-owOL4MVFoj9HH3HDPqtIqzG3eJcv9Sw85uNoVzy2wnGNW4R-5t4fi0/s1600-h/oct+2008b+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920427482779554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLEYuxg-oT-EFUDTDzOsWi64M0hvKpInbmQQ0-WxQ0SRXjMN8J0vU_0p3JfPOckTD5MpGEj3SoCA9SNr0p9OZO-owOL4MVFoj9HH3HDPqtIqzG3eJcv9Sw85uNoVzy2wnGNW4R-5t4fi0/s320/oct+2008b+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Ja<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KZYegHwA2t2ddAJg2csv1Uyc9dUvWEQgaw5oM5JhW7huENxljcGqH7xv4jV-grsHrjqi6gLSUx5n3hE4eGBiPe7zS3S7I9vxLPkhZ2BFPKIZZgN3o70YAEJAmHhA70setX8EOMC3fuw/s1600-h/oct+2008b+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920424882539266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7KZYegHwA2t2ddAJg2csv1Uyc9dUvWEQgaw5oM5JhW7huENxljcGqH7xv4jV-grsHrjqi6gLSUx5n3hE4eGBiPe7zS3S7I9vxLPkhZ2BFPKIZZgN3o70YAEJAmHhA70setX8EOMC3fuw/s320/oct+2008b+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jada posing in front of our pretty maple tree in the front yard...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7vd1MCR2ONrt9OhVnu4nAFJEfFuURX44W4q8aYxxcAowTVGkATfp-o7TE3Cj6WNPUkAb6AK1VltQYwR7ytY6io5RO29O3zih-eG25PCutX5a1AtFctHdzSf5HRSOYpffqOtUvRc4LBo/s1600-h/oct+2008b+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920418153551138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7vd1MCR2ONrt9OhVnu4nAFJEfFuURX44W4q8aYxxcAowTVGkATfp-o7TE3Cj6WNPUkAb6AK1VltQYwR7ytY6io5RO29O3zih-eG25PCutX5a1AtFctHdzSf5HRSOYpffqOtUvRc4LBo/s320/oct+2008b+022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98qC9C6Agt2TSgYpF1lHX8hd3FoVrn-0TL78RO8IImLgR3djz2tytolFzHQepoLYHrSzyp0vrDB1CBlGnVkep9Us0XuV5RUD9JJ3xVIqUKRDYA-NFzskOlxzrJFjb3DlLVuKDBHF8Vjw/s1600-h/oct+2008b+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920416289806146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98qC9C6Agt2TSgYpF1lHX8hd3FoVrn-0TL78RO8IImLgR3djz2tytolFzHQepoLYHrSzyp0vrDB1CBlGnVkep9Us0XuV5RUD9JJ3xVIqUKRDYA-NFzskOlxzrJFjb3DlLVuKDBHF8Vjw/s320/oct+2008b+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-57570707900970000292008-10-22T22:27:00.000-07:002008-10-22T22:40:00.069-07:00The funeral singerTomorrow I am singing at a funeral. Yeah, I know, funerals are downers, and singing at them is no pleasure either. Luckily, though, I don't even know the person's name that the funeral is for, so I have no emotional ties that might make singing more difficult for me. <br />Sometimes I feel kinda like the "wedding singer" because it seems like the only time I sing anymore is in church, at a wedding or a funeral. Lately, I have really been aching for some "real" singing. Something more substantial, perhaps in a foreign language, written by somone who died 200 years ago. Or singing with a really good choir, a choir that can read music and are a bunch of nerds, and all they do is talk about music and opera and sing.<br />Oh well, at least I can dream about it...Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-91480237432131496472008-10-22T22:11:00.000-07:002008-10-22T22:24:43.162-07:00SlackerI've totally been a slacker this week. Maybe it has something to do with my PMSing, and well, that says enough for me. Anyway, a good thing and a push in the right direction is, is that I bought an eliptical machine and it's going to be delivered to my house on Friday. So, now I have no excuse not to exercise.<br /><br />So here's the stats. Nothing to bravo about. I wonder if I can blame it on water retention???<br /><br />Beginning Weight 196.4<br />Today's Weight: 193., weight loss: -0.4 total weight loss:3.4<br />3 Week 5/6 beginning 10/21/2008<br />Goal: 10 pounds. minus week 1,2,3&4 loss = 6.6 pounds to GOALKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-40869052671971389542008-10-14T21:44:00.001-07:002008-10-14T21:52:06.792-07:00the cutest little honey bee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVINXzUGw3VWVN9l8aWCHoZi6lLBGYsg9EBjxcgmG_qeSuvxHEN_hDAey27fX_dg6E5QHlWkhl0xDRDoPv8sH2FdcfiQvQyX1T30mCogCLqONp_4mnnEaBpUJGklQ7wJ5xeBQ1T9Z_ig/s1600-h/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257237978525460546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVINXzUGw3VWVN9l8aWCHoZi6lLBGYsg9EBjxcgmG_qeSuvxHEN_hDAey27fX_dg6E5QHlWkhl0xDRDoPv8sH2FdcfiQvQyX1T30mCogCLqONp_4mnnEaBpUJGklQ7wJ5xeBQ1T9Z_ig/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+058.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQRVr_DQa3uvmnp75b_yt3aj8SAt6xDENpxGMbPdeSdKxvpz7xtT4zP1WeU4qrsXbq3rrAZu4TKJepDZQqhOHMPzHkRuaoDZvxN1FbeRH2Lpf9qdDAAiog4Peb0DhdFnnLjKdslfpo_k/s1600-h/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257237989201173714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQRVr_DQa3uvmnp75b_yt3aj8SAt6xDENpxGMbPdeSdKxvpz7xtT4zP1WeU4qrsXbq3rrAZu4TKJepDZQqhOHMPzHkRuaoDZvxN1FbeRH2Lpf9qdDAAiog4Peb0DhdFnnLjKdslfpo_k/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+069.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKn7zBaSmmLLoXeqiG9dvK5-zGXs95xeCd6YrKRs6Hv0oHtQ4zoqtBjk61lFzWJioGkwXHAgVnisISniQ7ccbAcXnFYqDTdbP5Lfs39vjGnTh66MJ6Flu8jBuwPcNeZzR3dyn-fJGEyak/s1600-h/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257237995646901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKn7zBaSmmLLoXeqiG9dvK5-zGXs95xeCd6YrKRs6Hv0oHtQ4zoqtBjk61lFzWJioGkwXHAgVnisISniQ7ccbAcXnFYqDTdbP5Lfs39vjGnTh66MJ6Flu8jBuwPcNeZzR3dyn-fJGEyak/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+062.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcibMkOuF1QTqLbSxvJLr78mJHMZbVbHaQ0FfU6jIbsWX-1FecCP3m0OP165eWhDRtMlp1YWWt6CiodlsRsU2KWNq-fHiLaKEOaSggWK1wSXsx46zM4Wyr8jrxbva8JOmZUzj-y5dCt_o/s1600-h/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238000020724850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcibMkOuF1QTqLbSxvJLr78mJHMZbVbHaQ0FfU6jIbsWX-1FecCP3m0OP165eWhDRtMlp1YWWt6CiodlsRsU2KWNq-fHiLaKEOaSggWK1wSXsx46zM4Wyr8jrxbva8JOmZUzj-y5dCt_o/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpH7F1S48wHk81IFsQvr7F3TB7wEetMqNLhA6GOunQ2hvisAWbGSaSKQEhMysuv4I5Sybk_BAOs9NlIML1ZWmF_vDSmnO1Yd_27vIhUUL3yIgBmUYY354WcePVPgoK-5R5OT4KT7XVHI/s1600-h/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238003226133122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpH7F1S48wHk81IFsQvr7F3TB7wEetMqNLhA6GOunQ2hvisAWbGSaSKQEhMysuv4I5Sybk_BAOs9NlIML1ZWmF_vDSmnO1Yd_27vIhUUL3yIgBmUYY354WcePVPgoK-5R5OT4KT7XVHI/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Just trying on his Halloween costume... I couldn't resist snapping a few photos.</div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-3498638979798639662008-10-14T20:56:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:43:55.818-07:00My Daddy's 65th Birthday Suprise<div>On October 11th, we through my Dad a suprise birthday party. He deserved it as he has worked so hard all of his life, and I think this the first thing we've ever really done to say "thanks". My oldest brother Scott made a video tribute to my Dad with pics and clips of different events in his life, as well as each one of the family members recalling a special memory or something in his honor. It all turned out wonderful, and everyone had a great time. I took pics with all my siblings and enjoyed being with everyone and having a goodtime.</div><div><br /></div><div>As part of the video, I sang my Dad's favorite hymns so that he can listen and watch me sing any time he wants. My brother teased me and told me he's going to put it on youtube. I sure hope not, as it was not very good. Well, at least its not good enough for public consumption. Anyway, here are some pictures of me with my family last week. </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257228874486936498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTDsfBFb2Zgc-yk1ZfIHoFhgXaMYzLtEw8KldwXKEWOkvQmQxTQZNsKXvR9qQrfs6I0wfGBIFpbvnMURYn2ANOidqNWNz2WJc4BnOBs-XqNJ0aEitwfdWM6EqBTBuWn-bCSMU3yHNlI8/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+012.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Here is the birthday boy. 65 years young. He's my hero.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257228878754256610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUuW8ZO2oKlooX9m88Zwb3AuHnTrsJg-sf4nobG3hEdxMxDQXNyZkFGDp7mIO4OZFxoVK1rReqdcVt-0xyGhf5hwi7gjxmojbqEcopSFtDIio8ZVeKuMIQYavBUpxeJ95-ZIA5Al4UxKk/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+037.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">My Day and Gabe.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257228886460823218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbE5uRWd5ojCKEJQqI_5F-pEHETLkxEzGNjCsaA5nl8Xvm3QgEl5mtFuveovughL-xSap03WJmJJguA7SrcTegqpbyzw_v_eUiy9k-OqEXWyagpvpsQr6wJX4WWL8Aprb_UGYAmeYpJ-k/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+039.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Jada, Gabe, and Grandpa.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257228895660169554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjvQVE_rJbaKYelCdyvSU_831fSw7wE481HRUz69XCMPsdzw3Mlhrj3LvUapz2xsBtn_LoWTisZoirbgZIryAZ-3SLMWAVxEk1z6vZuRS1NTQqplL-XC9tM8bpODp24iZ0ulLCEeC38U/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Me and my oldest brother Scott</div><div align="center"> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231299113005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxW2jHMHs1BqHSFDth0SSKV5Or3spyk_vIHfRwU9fvkfXdPm_x4qd8p86YY6RDFzpZjcSN48z8ROetzuMJ6yS_4iv-hM_rECt9nD-NMukabESudiJblwKtbHx2OzsE83F2QuR82jPTrmw/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"> Next in line in the sibling tree is my brother Kevin (with me, of course)</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231304176131522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQG_r0axtggaM0-dYMMIgwv9Z_zZu_JWu9T7LjoAOxfDtwmvoKsCI6ahLrOusuiLEnQRuHs0o0uFh6bzXnvyrLMsBKNcXSpT9wwqsMnkSZmbi0zUr7IRgH8aL2AfsQeEEE2WQVJTfOz2g/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">My sister Danielle, and Gabe, and me.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231318355634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1F2EWdO7M1Y4KTUm1v-KYySfVsDtoslLIUPozRSjpaK4C6RHajUCSXeMGFqzhGNxyXYowNqbLU9WCZZOJH526Qn4DKtotbjklkeJ12wSJR51h3y32XEvZJD0PrOw9DlCr65jMG4tK_K0/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+044.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Heather, my younger sister and me. </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231322973530546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflnl0L7QN75Mxlawh7wJsxB-I01x8jCkst7aEkGf7kHxn0PDMxQKj6JWnPD8U6o03VE6NvO8GDZieoJdYQd7tlQr1LvdNq_luNswl71HohOSrDFOQ-EpN7AqbrfREopTvW6oFj1rVoqU/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+045.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">My brother Scott, was the photog here. Only a brother would take this pic.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257231326862161378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJRp-yqGttl1GfPBjUC8w2Ik1uMVJr_7Z6TOOD2feSdzffWejfq9ic9bWXFMZHrySWRSQSHY8bJXgPUu6GlwAbqEdWjCURmSACKbPnjEGJA6lD0Y0kH8u3VukD12hkhIScIJ9-8Mi3DA/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+053.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> Another of me and Heather, we weren't having a "good" picture night.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257233074641150130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNR-l-hB2HhjFz4V2L3qBMr5WpO_3Vj-7SdYnTtyjeSGKiyPG8YAAgmpaZMHYJXWzJjmXV2HgY6TnobWpdQdFfbrWthdugINvr5ExTeXseWxUKG5Q1TyItAUt2mBbBFGe7qM_lX8LL2kM/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+048.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">The baby of the family, and newly wed, Katie.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257233082004244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyq6cwWtIsFL2ucW8h9jWfRjmsGLCoCVD9CBYZtO2XXeBeU3qKmrMCfa0yscmh6WN16SXG8DxmIKUd5lVLI1EDEMNRNxnv04uesZ41X7f-oGR1ugpKu3Q5D4JoQNZQD2L-CtJ0E3G93o/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+051.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">My neice Amanda</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257233086463432786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEUsZhEbK7mpHKSX4rPeLKy6ixMYTeW35Fo52gZ0PiYnIkpnFiop1oUwLMqyS26UiGr3CKTs01Ze6tTDqZ7XelZbISgCt5JujrJrX105ETLjTEfhBEH3risfJxrtz1BjiYdusqqYXkxs/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+054.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">My nephews Kylan and Skyler<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257233093065770450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd3rwEZqslMOblYOvwYCRhMpqTFUIVw1Wv9YnDTFUYpVpYU5WaFOs0MbrjoUzXZihYYr3jCLXJD9eQEAz2DiIujFWIrTN3yOhQpPXJ6x4E80nJ5_OH5Yak1Kgd_bFeGK7bqSsHJFnVRA/s320/dad's+bday+spokane+oct+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">My beautiful mommy and my sorta sister sarah.<br /></p>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-76039462885388388222008-10-14T20:35:00.000-07:002008-10-14T20:56:16.621-07:00Are you serious?Ever heard the cliche "the scale never lies" well, I was dreading stepping on the wretched thing this morning because admittedly, I "fell off the wagon" last week while visiting family. It was horrible. I will just list for you some of the contraband I inhaled last week. Donuts, sugary cereal, pizza, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">taco time</span>, fried chicken fingers, french fries, cake and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ice cream</span>, mozzarella sticks, sugar cookies, potato salad, sweet and sour meatballs etc etc. So as you can imagine, I was almost thinking about giving myself a "pass" this week on the scale, as there was no hope to have lost any weight. But my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">curiosity</span> got the better of me, and I decided to do it. Of course, I was thinking, I have to strip down to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">G's</span> (even though I normally weigh myself with my pajamas on)<span style="color:#330000;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">and stepped on the scale. I was shocked. the number was way too good for even my low expectations. So I put the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PJ's</span> back on and jumped back on the scale. Twice. Just to make sure I was seeing right. It was still a loss. Not much of one, but at least not a gain.</span><br /><br />Now, I know that I need to step my game up a bit if I am going to reach my goal, in fact I have to lose over 2 pounds a week from now on. I can do it, but have to concentrate a little more, and not visit any family until after the fact, so I can stay out of temptation.<br /><br />Here's the synopsis:<br />Beginning Weight 196.4<br />Today's Weight: 193.4, weight loss: -0.6<br />total weight loss: 3<br />Week 4/6 beginning 10/14/2008<br />Goal: 10 pounds. minus week 1,2&3 loss = 7.0 pounds to GOALKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-72799874409142544822008-10-10T17:41:00.000-07:002008-10-11T00:06:20.909-07:00family and foodI have been visiting my family for the past couple of days. I love it. I love being with my sisters and mom and driving around and not feeling lost (like I do in Seattle), but it's like when an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alcoholic</span> goes to his favorite bar and all his drinking buddies are there and he tries to abstain from having a drink himself. It is so hard. I mean, I revert back to old habits and behavior that I know is not healthy, nor is it conducive to my goals for a better me. I'm like a junkie, and all self-control and will power are thrown out the window as I embrace the gooey cheese filled burrito, or the mammoth size slice of pizza. What happens to me? Why can't I overcome these gorge fests? It's depressing, because I already know that the past two weeks of my "good" behavior will be thwarted when I get on the scale on Tuesday. <br />But it brings me to my topic. For me, when I am with family I engage in unhealthy eating habits. I know that others out there have similar situations when it comes to family. Maybe it is not food like me, but somehow we always fall in to the "role" we've been assigned in the family, and then we react to it. For me, its eating. Not that I eat because I am emotionally filling a void that has been left open from traumatic experiences, but more so, because everything my family does together centers around food. So, I eat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">a lot</span> when i am with them. <br />So, I am kinda feeling a bit frustrated and disappointed in myself, because I know that I am not acting like a person who wants to lose weight, but more of someone who is a food junkie. How do I stop all this insanity. How do I change behaviour that has been instilled for a lifetime? I can't give up my family, nor do I want too... but what do I do? I obviously don't have the`right knowledge or strategies to get me through this time, and it's not even a holiday. If anyone has any answers i would love to hear them... (just a small plea for help)Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-29112005347825185732008-10-07T20:57:00.000-07:002008-10-07T21:12:29.366-07:00Results of Week two... Beginning of Week 3Okay, I will count this week as a success, even though, it was only a little over a half of a pound that I lost. I was a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprised</span> at first, as I walked almost 3 miles everyday last week, but then, I remembered a few encounters with some sugar cookies and pizza, and decided I should be grateful that I lost anything, and didn't gain it back.<br /><br />So that's my biggest downfall. My husband would agree, is sweets and pizza. I have a hard time saying "no" to those indulgences. And frighteningly, I am going to visit family this weekend and I'm nervous because I always eat too much when I am with my family. The car ride over will be a challenge too, but I decided to BE PREPARED and am going to take along apples and tangerines that are easy enough to eat and are definitely healthier than my daughters snacks which are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cheetos</span>, goldfish, and mother's cookies.<br /><br />I've also encountered a potentially difficult hurdle to overcome starting this week, and that has to do with the weather. I tried to exercise outside by walking my son in a stroller, but inside the house, he isn't as easily distracted and is constantly crawling on me or hanging on my legs or crying to be picked up when I work out to exercise videos. Which brings me to a little annoyance that I have discovered. I have been at the mercy of "exercise <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TV</span>" on demand because my stuff still hasn't arrived from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Fiji</span>, and I hate the selection that they have. So... even though I do a video (or as much as I can of it) I feel annoyed and want it to end, because I can't stand the video or the trainer etc.<br /><br />So it seems like week three I have quite a few hurdles to overcome, I know they aren't impossible, but when I face all of them together, they sure look daunting.<br /><br />Here's the update:<br />Beginning Weight 196.4<br />Today's Weight: 194.0, weight loss: -0.6 total weight loss: 2.4<br />Week 3/6 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Beginning</span> 10/7/2008<br />Goal: 10 pounds. minus week 1&2 loss = 7.6 pounds to GOALKatrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-70963273594417232122008-10-04T17:59:00.001-07:002008-10-04T18:01:04.054-07:00The Family Pic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1a8SwrLd5cA1GwYZjLXu53fwUiu12BUJ1xWodt6wLIbnOe2Icc4R47gbtWD6srVzupHrghQTt1iWWnYYX5-nD3nYpWR9LNr6LLIptXHYQYyBHH616x0hvPdVf_EPxXbXiGizMKMgl4lA/s1600-h/Suva021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468507211121746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1a8SwrLd5cA1GwYZjLXu53fwUiu12BUJ1xWodt6wLIbnOe2Icc4R47gbtWD6srVzupHrghQTt1iWWnYYX5-nD3nYpWR9LNr6LLIptXHYQYyBHH616x0hvPdVf_EPxXbXiGizMKMgl4lA/s320/Suva021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-51207322178484293702008-10-04T17:51:00.001-07:002008-10-04T17:59:22.469-07:00More Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovf85b9Vw9zQ45IBNiSxKYj0gFaMm7qHXej8YimklAUOwK_XngZdxhtq_hCP7zJSpstxUIkEycBNOKI7iQv7Y7Y2iKyBCAOqJdvLH45t1D3p46owgp-cP5QvjVgvCf3UIi6gaVQzQ8E0/s1600-h/tapa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468029898710338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovf85b9Vw9zQ45IBNiSxKYj0gFaMm7qHXej8YimklAUOwK_XngZdxhtq_hCP7zJSpstxUIkEycBNOKI7iQv7Y7Y2iKyBCAOqJdvLH45t1D3p46owgp-cP5QvjVgvCf3UIi6gaVQzQ8E0/s320/tapa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFdcocrv07FISJMHln7ogwLEeYK-ASQtImavi0sIBGKdkaEelEKAm0ZGsSaDpxUepIv9qS0U40F9H7i7XVnbiRuHc0o50BlBAW7fxhIytCwA2Rxwu8YJYnw5cWV4H2ciDsxFsmtY4MSY/s1600-h/jada2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468030232496306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFdcocrv07FISJMHln7ogwLEeYK-ASQtImavi0sIBGKdkaEelEKAm0ZGsSaDpxUepIv9qS0U40F9H7i7XVnbiRuHc0o50BlBAW7fxhIytCwA2Rxwu8YJYnw5cWV4H2ciDsxFsmtY4MSY/s320/jada2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-48698533161590129062008-10-04T17:37:00.000-07:002008-10-04T17:51:14.513-07:00Pictures of my family in Fiji<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONpnodjW2vSBmCYQMtP7SDgGssSL3s_yN0m9022-yncXD3cxORmGusEZUFf6hJB_AsARFxg3Z4DVP1dYCGTdTaWcZeIh3k54U3uYI2X7wHyfltwS4u6zJJatHXoawGi8OoBqIMF3byrs/s1600-h/gabe1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253465826362740482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgONpnodjW2vSBmCYQMtP7SDgGssSL3s_yN0m9022-yncXD3cxORmGusEZUFf6hJB_AsARFxg3Z4DVP1dYCGTdTaWcZeIh3k54U3uYI2X7wHyfltwS4u6zJJatHXoawGi8OoBqIMF3byrs/s320/gabe1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIMZxH_s59MwDU0o-_OjUvHebuY_9Btz6alfNIIDzeHtx_UJbifm2qV2QnVMsKqPDTjiiwQFVQlETC1kZ0wZbS1T6aZzI2kfrzkAOBgzOSUoFAt1BJxaI0tCiBGaV0muLtsqWQCQRHUI/s1600-h/gabe4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253465833638770962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIMZxH_s59MwDU0o-_OjUvHebuY_9Btz6alfNIIDzeHtx_UJbifm2qV2QnVMsKqPDTjiiwQFVQlETC1kZ0wZbS1T6aZzI2kfrzkAOBgzOSUoFAt1BJxaI0tCiBGaV0muLtsqWQCQRHUI/s320/gabe4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbaRSIc6RA7ocWfk0hl2ACsOU93X0CDFIVrXDRVY3-7Vrr7wtpLb3v2KmoFcL8riP9YEHtDIMfQlpk4AwM76ZlOdUYFvXfpoAQdq7LLzyh1I0e_pElD9LtQWn19kF_9S0N8lFPA0iF0g/s1600-h/Suva038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253465835084493202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbaRSIc6RA7ocWfk0hl2ACsOU93X0CDFIVrXDRVY3-7Vrr7wtpLb3v2KmoFcL8riP9YEHtDIMfQlpk4AwM76ZlOdUYFvXfpoAQdq7LLzyh1I0e_pElD9LtQWn19kF_9S0N8lFPA0iF0g/s320/Suva038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-18807112302643053812008-09-30T22:38:00.000-07:002008-09-30T23:05:24.689-07:00New Week.... New Weight...?Okay, I know all of you must be dying of suspense on whether or not my "obsession" so far has amounted to anything. Happily, I would like to report, that this past week was a successful one with 1.8 lbs lost. Great. Amazing. YEAH!<br /><br />I found this quaint little park a few blocks from my home that has a walking trail around it of an approx. length of 1/3 of a mile. So yesterday, I walked three miles, and today two, but it was only less, because my son refused to fall asleep in the stroller, so by the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> time around, he was complaining a little too loudly for me, or anyone in the park, to ignore, so we had to head back home a little earlier.<br /><br />I think a small goal for me this week will be to consume more water. I don't drink enough, and I want to start drinking at least the minimum recommended amount, which is 64 oz. I believe. So hopefully that will at least make my skin more hydrated and healthier looking, though the downside is that I'll have to use the bathroom a whole lot more, which can be so inconvenient at times.<br /><br />On another note, I was talking to my Dad on the phone today and he was explaining to me a little bit more about the economic crisis that our country's in, and it really made me think about food storage and being prepared as the Prophets have been telling us for years. So, I don't know if any of you are like me, but I've got nothing in the way of food storage, and not much that is really called "savings" as most of the money is to be used for my husband's education or expenses related to that. Thinking about all this and all these things being somehow tied together is making me anxious. I am putting items on my list to include as a food storage of some sort, probably by buying a 20lb bag of flour and rice and some canned goods I might be able to make into something. It's not much, but I think, I definitely need to start somewhere and start NOW.<br />But, for all you who are keeping track, here's this weeks weigh-in summary:<br /><p>Beginning Weight 196.4<br />Today's Weight: 194.6, weight loss: -1.8<br />Week 2/6 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Begining</span> 9/30/2008<br />Goal: 10 pounds. minus week 1 loss = 8.2 pounds to GOAL<br /></p>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-2607368140466739772008-09-28T20:21:00.000-07:002008-09-28T20:46:43.815-07:00Pres. Uchtdorf's talk and how do I apply it to myself?<div>I am sure that most of you women out there who read this blog went to the General Relief Society Broadcast last night. As you know, President <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uchtdorf</span> spoke on two principles to make us happy. I would like to speak a little about the first one, "create something". </div><br /><div>I want to do this really badly, but I haven't quite found my niche in what I find joy in creating. I've tried my hand at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scrap booking</span>, and that's okay, but I want to find something that I am really good at, that when I look at the finished product, I feel satisfied. </div><br /><div>Most of you might think that music does that for me. Unfortunately, it doesn't. I hear to many imperfections in my voice and "know" too much about all the things that are flawed about it to really find that kind or satisfaction with my own voice. Though, running off that thought, I get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">alot</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">satisfaction</span> singing in a choir or ensemble that makes beautiful music, so maybe that's the way to go. Maybe I need to find some people who, like me, like to create beautiful music together. So that's one option.</div><br /><div>But, I would like to find out if I have other abilities in creating something that is worthwhile and satisfies me. Any suggestions? What do you all create that gives you this happy, satisfied, complete feeling? How should I get started?</div><br /><div>I guess I can also look at "creating" myself a fabulously healthy body, which if you read my previous post, you already know about this goal. </div><br /><div>As Pres. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Uchtdorf</span> said, the creation doesn't have to be perfect, and it can be as simple as creating laughter in the home, or beautifying a space. I guess the only way to test this all out is to give it a "go" and see if I find just as much happiness in creating something as our Heavenly Father found creating us. </div><br /><div>The other aspect of finding peace and happiness that he shared was compassionate service. Actually <em>doing </em>my visiting teaching each month might be a start. What <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kinds</span> of compassionate service do you do? Maybe getting more involved in my daughters school, or getting to know my neighbors and finding out what their needs are. Or maybe there is a family member who is in need of my service, whether it be babysitting for a few hours, or taking someone to the doctors, or just sitting around and talking and spending some quality time with a family member that seems to be left out. Or maybe its calling the sister that you don't talk to very often (or all of them, for that matter). As you can see, there are lots of things that I can do, but what I need to do, is actual choose one and act on it. I think I'll make it a matter of prayer and see what direction HF wants me to take on all of this.</div><br /><div>OH, and P.S. I made a chocolate cake substituting eggs for the eggs substitute stuff, and vegetable oil for applesauce, and you know what? I couldn't taste a difference. Now I just need to find a healthy substitute for frosting... any ideas? In all, I think it wiped off about 80 calories per serving by using the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">applesauce</span> and egg substitute. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68oOpenyZchy13Hc91_6pepYOgRUlmZXnvCiQLi0ylNPJtNQKat0I0lFhUK7k2JHU4Rty12USueEadqMgjUZiOLp6CEnKw4V35eZo-FcyPD7M0lSwATlClDph3YGX7FkYbORZURPepLs/s1600-h/gabe+jada+and+fam+sept+2008+061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251284237007509730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68oOpenyZchy13Hc91_6pepYOgRUlmZXnvCiQLi0ylNPJtNQKat0I0lFhUK7k2JHU4Rty12USueEadqMgjUZiOLp6CEnKw4V35eZo-FcyPD7M0lSwATlClDph3YGX7FkYbORZURPepLs/s320/gabe+jada+and+fam+sept+2008+061.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhak7fvNj39takoltpZsdwmP2ilJl7v0ZE2BI8skmOJ8lQq_l47RjRtUfsZtKaudhzlJlUoK6fzNDzlpdlGi6aVCThi6izxKI1fSCRC8O6wsS-rDSx3GzC26ZO_Hgal461HzozY2Nv34y8/s1600-h/gabe+jada+and+fam+sept+2008+060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251284236196399698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhak7fvNj39takoltpZsdwmP2ilJl7v0ZE2BI8skmOJ8lQq_l47RjRtUfsZtKaudhzlJlUoK6fzNDzlpdlGi6aVCThi6izxKI1fSCRC8O6wsS-rDSx3GzC26ZO_Hgal461HzozY2Nv34y8/s320/gabe+jada+and+fam+sept+2008+060.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Gabe is enjoying the chocolate cake too.</div>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682785072030231379.post-61426411834030572482008-09-26T22:36:00.000-07:002008-09-26T23:02:40.259-07:00Gabe Walks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcLRR8GLvyV8Agnm6oCXU0cBuBmT7hVk2DOh5e6j2ytRif0TJcFNYpYYs_LIbIAH_4jCGp4SPGKouh6hOYQeOHjySstoUiO3JC6KRWv8gZeXj9W9Uu_E9zCdmP0JmD-H8BRJwpfT1klg/s1600-h/Gabe+Jada+Sept+2008+009.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoyjv0ne2TdGK38R7-h_f_WqS0vEr-sr7Os_PR7RZrcC4SFHlLRLQBa_t_m6uDEzwjDsBFSR8rOsJCBbgXBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Katrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921111698129412246noreply@blogger.com4