tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33769875499483693382024-03-13T19:16:56.708-06:00Jacobs on the runcamranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-89310471974298899132011-07-06T20:57:00.004-06:002011-07-06T21:28:35.232-06:00I am super bad at this whole blog thing! I have so many things I want to tell you all about! Like the way cool "just in case" package I got from my friend Amber, and the "half-way" package from her and Becca! I want to tell you all about the tears, the hugs, the loves, the quiet moments and the noisy ones too! The smell of the oncologist office and how it makes me sick just to talk about it and the conditioned response I have to vomit every time I go there! And that the soap in their bathroom smells horrible! And about my chemo friends like Craig who is now in remission, and Caroline who talks loudly on her cell phone the entire time, and the girl and her husband who are their with her mom but bring themselves lunch from Taco Time and how the smell makes me want to vomit! ugh! About my cute dad and how he takes me every Wednesday to chemo and stays with me for a few hours and splits the time with my dear friends who come and sit for the last few hours with me and then take me home. My mom, who is still my mamma bear, and how she takes me every friday to get my pump off and is my voice to the nurses to explain how crappy I am feeling and how they need to pay more attention and demands they not just give me what I want but that they do it NOW! And my sweet Wednesday nurses Cory and Mandy who I want to be friends with forever! They make me feel important and not just like a cancer patient. We share stories, workout tips, talk about our kids, our hubbies and help each other plan trips! And have I told you about my oncologist? Dr Wendy Breyer, she is small but mighty! She is no nonsense, tell it like it is, strong but firm with the info she has to give you! And she likes the trashy news magazines too! So we share gossip about celebs and talk about them like we actually know them! And then there is the nausea, over whelming from Wednesday to Monday! Zofran and Phenegran help, but I'm still always in the edge. I have vomited the last 3 sessions :( And let's not forget the diarrhea - or BU as my brother Kevin taught me to call it! Let's just say that immodium is a life saver (and an undie saver too!). And I can't say thank-you enough for the prayers, thoughts, kind words, letters, emails, texts, Facebook messages, donations, flowers and the amazing 5k my kids put on for me! Your love for me and my family is amazing. One of my BFF's made the comment to me that we deserve this out pouring of love for the good we do in the community and that it is our good karma coming back to us! I sure hope so! And I hope that we (Andy, I and the kids) can continue to give back to you all when we are down with this trial! And my Andy ... there aren't words that do justice for the love I have for him. He is my rock, my best friend, my favorite person to be with at all times. Our life is crazy insane right now, and I couldn't do this without him by my side. My children are equally amazing, because they have his example to follow. I love you babe! Do I promise more blogs with more info? Not really, but I will try! Hugs and loves to you all!camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-8990239556448198712011-05-06T15:15:00.004-06:002011-05-06T15:31:45.535-06:00It's a sandwich - and it's mine!There is a cancer fighting superhero sandwich out there - and it's dedicated to me! A big thank-you to Laura and Amanda for dedicating a blog post to me! I've known these sweet sisters for years! They and their sweet mom Julie are three amazing women who I am so lucky, and thankful, to know! Have you seen their blog yet? Run now - don't walk! It is the best food blog out there! Not only is the food fantastic, but quick and simple recipes make me so happy! Check them - and my sandwich - out <a href="http://aspeckledhandle.blogspot.com/2011/04/cancer-fighting-superhero-sandwich.html">here</a>!camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-21218395831117823952011-04-26T13:04:00.002-06:002011-04-26T13:17:13.517-06:00It's all in the genes!It's genetic! We always thought it was, but now we have medical proof! Back in 1999, my brothers and I participated in a research study with the U of U, they were trying to map the gene causing familial colon cancer. The last we heard from them back then was they would keep our blood and continue to test as new genetic testing became available, but that no news was good news. Fast forward to today - when my oncologists contacted them regarding my blood work they had no record of myself or my brothers! What? Yep, they lost us! It gets better (actually worse) - my dad <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> on file, and he <span style="font-weight:bold;">DID</span> test positive for the genetic mutation that causes colon cancer but was never informed! So with Dad having the gene, the boys and I each have a 50% chance of having it. If you do have the gene you need to have a colonoscopy <span style="font-style:italic;">every</span> year and an upper GI done every 3 years. Not exactly the genetic trait anyone wants to inherit - I would have preferred my dad's thick, dark, wavy hair or his bright blue eyes, but nope - I get the gene mutation for colon cancer - that sucks!<br /><br />What's next you may ask? Every blood relative to myself and my Dad must go in for a blood test to see if they have the mutation. All my brothers and cousins. All my dad's living siblings and his living aunts and cousins! So if you fall into that category, please contact us and we can get you in touch with the right people to have your DNA testing done!camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-49345415359276661182011-04-22T21:02:00.005-06:002011-04-22T22:54:16.532-06:00The Big C ...Cancer, stupid cancer ... that has been uttered A LOT lately in our house! We are going to try to keep everyone updated here on the blog about what is going on in Camie's treatment and let you all know how I am feeling. But let's start at the beginning, shall we ...<br /><br />On Tuesday, March 29th I went in for a routine colonoscopy. I know, too young for a colonoscopy, and why do I say routine? On March 29, 1989 my father underwent surgery for the removal of colon cancer at the age of 39 (I was 14). My diagnosis was 22 years to the day of his surgery - crazy, I know. His mother, her sister and their mother all had - and died - from colon cancer (all diagnosed after the disease had severely metastasized throughout their bodies). Grandma was 58, Aunt Dixie was 61 and Great Grandma was 56. We always felt strongly that it was genetic in nature, so I started getting screened at age 29. This was my 3rd colonoscopy, I've had them every 5 yrs, this one was about 4 1/2 yrs since the last one. And I'm so glad I went when I did!<br /><br />The day of my diagnosis the "routine" flew right out the window the minute they brought me back from the endoscopy lab, still heavily sedated, and asked Andy if his morning was free because the doctor needed to speak to him and the Dr had a few more patients to see before he could come in. Needless to say, Andy knew something was wrong. It was about 90 minutes before the Dr came in. I was sleeping off the sedation this entire time, so there sat my poor sweet husband, by himself, knowing that they had found something! I cry every time I think of him there all alone!<br /><br />I came out of sedation for just a moment when the doctor came in. He stood just inside the door, at the foot of my bed, with an open folder. He was showing something to Andy (I later learned he was showing Andy the pictures of the tumor), and I remember hearing the doctor say "it's in her Cecum, just like her father's". I didn't panic, I didn't cry, I didn't think oh no, or why me. I remember thinking ok, when do we take it out. Calmly, contently, and totally peaceful. The next little while until I came fully out of sedation is pretty blurry. I remember telling Andy to call my mom. I don't remember him doing it, and I can't imagine what that was like for him to have to tell his mother in law that her only daughter has cancer. But the next time I woke up she was there. I remember asking for a blessing and waking up to my oldest brother being next to me. I began waking up more from that point and was able to be included in the conversations. The surgeon came in and explained everything. That they had found a tumor, how they would go about taking it out, what all the surgery entailed, etc. Because I hadn't come in presenting with any problems or other health issues, and because I was young and so healthy, they were fine with sending me home for the day to prepare for surgery the next day. My youth and health continue to put me ahead of the curve in regards to my healing and responding to treatment.<br /><br />So we went home. We took our kids out of school to tell them, it was devastating. We called our family and friends. It was like I was talking about someone else. At this point we were confident that we would go through surgery and that would be the end of the story. I was so content and at peace about everything - I just knew, that no matter what the pathology report said, I would be ok. And then we went about our regular day! We went to Sydney's track meet, where she rocked it! I coached my U10 girls soccer team - and we won! We went to our son's soccer game and cheered them on. All the while running into friends who we told, or who had already heard the news, and they hugged us close and cried with us.<br /><br />Andy and I have been told many times that we were dealing with this all really well - and we are! But trust me, there have been plenty of tears and breakdowns! But we are strong. We have our faith, we have each other, our children, our families and the most amazing group of friends who have come from all over to help us out! From the meals, to the childcare, the cards, emails, text messages and facebook posts from friends of 20+ years ago! The outpouring of love and support as been insanely incredible! Prior to leaving for surgery on Wednesday morning (March 30), I posted on facebook that I had cancer. Andy and I had to turn our phones off because of the vast amounts of facebook messages that also spawned text messages. The emotions were already so easy to come that the outpouring of love from everyone was pushing us over the edge! I cherish each and every text and facebook post I receive! Much of my strength came, and continues to come, from knowing that so many people have me in their thoughts and prayers. Thank-you isn't a strong enough word to truly convey the emotion I feel when I say it, but I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart! I carry your sweet words with me every day, and I am stronger because of them.<br /><br />I went into surgery on Wednesday, March 30. It was a hand assisted laproscopic right hemicolectomy - quite the mouthful, eh? The tumor was near the Illeocecal valve (valve connecting the small intestine with the colon). It measured 5.5 x 3.5 x 4.1 cm in dimension and extended almost but not completely through the muscularis propria (meaning it almost came out of the colon - it had less then 1 mm to go before it broke through the colon wall into my abdomen!). They removed 26cm of my small intestine and 15cm of my colon. They also removed 40 lymph nodes and my right ovary. On Tuesday, the day of the diagnosis, I had several blood test, xrays and CT scans completed. The CT scan showed that my ovary had a fairly large cyst and they took that out as a precaution. I was suppose to be in the hospital until Sunday or Monday, but was released on Saturday since I was doing so well. The surgeon had told Andy that the surgery would last about 2 1/2 hours - it was 4 1/2! Andy said the nurses were great to get him updates and let him know all was going well. I know many friends and family were in the waiting room with Andy - I still don't really know who all was there - but Thank-you! I was in a lot of pain that night, but mostly in my back! Dr Sheffield said it took some digging to get to the ovary and get it out and that the back pain was from that and being on the OR table so long - and that being so skinny probably didn't help either! I was on morphine Wednesday and Thursday - if you came either of those days, sorry if I didn't make sense or looked/acted drugged - 'cause I was! ;) But the pain subsided and I was able to make due with just Tylenol and Ibuprofren from Friday on.<br /><br />On Wednesday, April 6 we meet with the surgeon for a post-op check up and to receive the pathology results. He was great with us. He said he had good news and bad news - the good news was that they took 40 lymph nodes out, the bad news was that the cancer was found in 2 of them. Ugh ... this meant chemo for sure! The next few hours was again a whirlwind of meeting with the oncologist and learning the language of Chemo. I would have a port placed in my chest the following week on Tuesday the 12th and start Chemo on Wednesday the 13th. Chemo will be a 3 day cycle. Wednesday is in patient for several hours. At the end of Wednesdays treatment I would be hooked up to a pump that would drip chemo drugs for the next 48 hours while I was at home. On Friday I will come back in and have the pumped removed and receive a shot to promote the growth of my white blood cells. Whew ... it was a lot of information to take in.<br /><br />There is still so much of the story to tell, but I'll start doing individual posts to tell the tales! From the crazy amount of food we have received, to the port in my chest that is totally freaky looking, to the AMAZING friends and family that finished painting my basement and moved furniture so our new carpet could be laid! And I have got to get down in words how I have felt through this entire ordeal. Content and at Peace - but I need to write it all down before the feelings fade or the memories are forgotten!<br /><br />Please check back often - we will do our best to stay updated!camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-80534407342981450952010-05-07T14:03:00.002-06:002010-05-07T14:06:39.097-06:00Yep, I'm the best<div style="text-align: center;">Ty came home from preschool with this adorable magnet he made me for Mother's Day</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_BbDZjE6NI3739tkOIYSNtjF2NWURyCpufl2yCWa-OlYyRYydbHRm-uN05AZyu19_ytbFuBLazUlZ_1gYe0YY664RCjFlGDajW3aL2kcAu_t4otAumSt6UTZwXxKVjmqbniUXShGmB4/s1600/P5070015.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_BbDZjE6NI3739tkOIYSNtjF2NWURyCpufl2yCWa-OlYyRYydbHRm-uN05AZyu19_ytbFuBLazUlZ_1gYe0YY664RCjFlGDajW3aL2kcAu_t4otAumSt6UTZwXxKVjmqbniUXShGmB4/s400/P5070015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468621661747561394" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Yep, I'm the best ... but his smile makes my day!</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-3430485124182999872009-11-30T21:22:00.005-07:002009-11-30T21:43:50.863-07:00To blog or not to blog - that is the question<div>I'm not really good at this blogging thing - obviously ;) It's right up there with journal writing and scrap booking. I always have the best of intentions, but my lack of creativity brings me down and I just don't do it out of frustration.<div><br /></div><div>But I want you all (all 2 of you) to know that I am going to try to do better! I can't make any promises and I wouldn't place any bets yet, but I will try ;) And to prove it, here are a few tidbits from our lives recently ...</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdGxoeQK3q-evNb9QqXVLnsvyOUui6btdtkZT6_qpJzUkfxiB5mZsBgFOebBC_upuOMLz77JDlLqrPEXwuaXbUQ1RS0ZqiCaVKD1hAHANyfqBqjMm32SkpSPt9T-nDsZ3yhHUBf2DTiY/s1600/CIMG0015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdGxoeQK3q-evNb9QqXVLnsvyOUui6btdtkZT6_qpJzUkfxiB5mZsBgFOebBC_upuOMLz77JDlLqrPEXwuaXbUQ1RS0ZqiCaVKD1hAHANyfqBqjMm32SkpSPt9T-nDsZ3yhHUBf2DTiY/s320/CIMG0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410120677686330946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ty bud broke his arm on November 5th. No, DFS is not involved - it didn't even happen at our house (thank goodness! ;) ) Poor little guy is in a cast until December 21st! Green break of both bones - OUCH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LfEDPmgcX1KlwxHj66FLPHcXcPbBAjbpZP7THvqOzw5VbZpkmUEdA9F-ogOr26Ei89TVIS5-6C9VJJVwGyD5v4LZVhLNP6fIJC5TuNlxXWeOaaGsMZJwiX649SX0_4-BcLhfW-gfIlw/s1600/16241_1277695140434_1171670618_853784_2077596_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LfEDPmgcX1KlwxHj66FLPHcXcPbBAjbpZP7THvqOzw5VbZpkmUEdA9F-ogOr26Ei89TVIS5-6C9VJJVwGyD5v4LZVhLNP6fIJC5TuNlxXWeOaaGsMZJwiX649SX0_4-BcLhfW-gfIlw/s320/16241_1277695140434_1171670618_853784_2077596_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410120662978040194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet Kelsey got married! Ok, she isn't really mine, but I claim her! This picture is from the fabulously fun bachelorette party that her BFF Morgan had for her!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWZZRvXoH1hKAX1zIuCywtJjMnKZ7p948BIGu7r8zUGdLVTVniUmmOqbVA9ZGwZg6qa7ria2TQWUPKeXuUjJmkzq1THiNnB7pHItgZSgkFdzuPCIK_oAXjFH0HyXTHAMyxDnpVzsWB14/s1600/10861_1160142600071_1122980887_30420618_1657528_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWZZRvXoH1hKAX1zIuCywtJjMnKZ7p948BIGu7r8zUGdLVTVniUmmOqbVA9ZGwZg6qa7ria2TQWUPKeXuUjJmkzq1THiNnB7pHItgZSgkFdzuPCIK_oAXjFH0HyXTHAMyxDnpVzsWB14/s320/10861_1160142600071_1122980887_30420618_1657528_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410120655163079170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is my gorgeous niece Starlee. I adore her ... She will be up here next year going to school - so call with names and numbers of your cute little brothers and nephews!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WreXP0ZyNqMNkW1puoddXOjZIYFg1h4ekn2FdvNr6GQqyoi6nc6XQGUKX2AQWX2Xqa-XrmR3eYGJ7kcXHvrRVZPt8X_R3DF2BG35WVhtNdsx0SWSwq6d0n107ueuhcF41F04cBWJc7k/s1600/13065_1288287375545_1481037366_816056_7908913_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WreXP0ZyNqMNkW1puoddXOjZIYFg1h4ekn2FdvNr6GQqyoi6nc6XQGUKX2AQWX2Xqa-XrmR3eYGJ7kcXHvrRVZPt8X_R3DF2BG35WVhtNdsx0SWSwq6d0n107ueuhcF41F04cBWJc7k/s320/13065_1288287375545_1481037366_816056_7908913_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410120650455553394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The cutest bunch of soccer players ever! (Picture stolen from Laurie's blog) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sydney, Carlie and Cecilee had a 6am indoor soccer game! They played great, and we went to Kneaders for breakfast after the game (more for the mom's than the girls).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there you have it - I blogged. And no, it didn't hurt, it wasn't too terribly frustrating, and I'm happy I did it. Now if I can just keep up with it ...</div><div><br /></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-26391605263238145972009-06-19T12:52:00.004-06:002009-06-20T15:00:14.845-06:00Inside Scoop!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWuZR2xdNUwS0m0a2BNN1n-B3wSiR7ANudlBL0PMIhgaBjyHudXiy6Os5HgDeoFB6Sm_cx4WULRynAWE6gYUIPRYblxJMP1j3lQLVtAACUrk_j3vmzdY4UylzzwUkmZtkUnX10lngPQQ/s1600-h/Photo+104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWuZR2xdNUwS0m0a2BNN1n-B3wSiR7ANudlBL0PMIhgaBjyHudXiy6Os5HgDeoFB6Sm_cx4WULRynAWE6gYUIPRYblxJMP1j3lQLVtAACUrk_j3vmzdY4UylzzwUkmZtkUnX10lngPQQ/s400/Photo+104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349119994382450178" /></a><br />This is Kelsey. I'm Camie's babysitter/friend... whatever I am :) Camie and Andy are running the Wasatch Back Relay. At the moment, Ty and Mya are sitting at the table painting, Syd is making an Orange Julius and Cameron is locked out of the house. I know, right? Best babysitter in the world... that's me! Okay, just kidding about the last sentence, but because Camie is an extremely busy mother, she rarely gets to blog AND because she left her blogger logged in, her kids and I are totally taking over... (fill in with creepy laugh)! <div><br /></div><div>Good luck Camie and Andy! (aka Mom and Dad)</div><div><br /></div><div>RUN YOUR GUTS OUT!!!</div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-47475066373887283772009-06-10T18:25:00.008-06:002009-06-10T19:23:12.901-06:00Welcome to the Family!<div style="text-align: center;">I'd like to introduce you all to my baby brother Kevin. Being that he is 31 years old and has worked as a Rocket Scientist and is currently in Medical School, I could/should probably drop the moniker of "baby" brother. But I don't think I ever will! I'm sure I will be well advanced in age and still calling my brothers Inny, Heathy, Adie and Kevie (their names being Ian, Heath, Adam and Kevin). I like to think that as their <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">favorite</span> sister I can get away with calling them anything I want! ;) They in turn like to remind me that I'm their <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">only </span>sister so it isn't really like they have a choice! ;)<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last week Kevie got married and I got another beautiful sister in law! Welcome to the family Michele! Let me remind you that you knew exactly what you were getting into when you married Kevie!</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpc_pzOx1-Fe9cch1Z6Tn9FgFiaptAGdQLKe45ojGh18ptNS7bseOPajZz2JKLuIP0dWfh91jk05kIUovz143bLSQuLp2nPfDqZz80QZtmsXDGULWqlT6wB1uuVMBHvMCjMELzr3cyEbY/s1600-h/mosaickevmich.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpc_pzOx1-Fe9cch1Z6Tn9FgFiaptAGdQLKe45ojGh18ptNS7bseOPajZz2JKLuIP0dWfh91jk05kIUovz143bLSQuLp2nPfDqZz80QZtmsXDGULWqlT6wB1uuVMBHvMCjMELzr3cyEbY/s320/mosaickevmich.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345873578888958466" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kevin & Michele<br /></span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">June 3, 2009</span><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-2043286108505335192009-06-09T18:02:00.006-06:002009-06-09T18:32:27.236-06:00We share a name and now an injury ...<div>Cameron was named after his mother and now we share an injury! When I was just over 7 years old I fell and broke both bones in my right arm just above my wrist. Cameron is just shy of 7 years old and fell off his sister's rip-stick this morning and broke both bones in his right arm just above the wrist! The following pictures are not for the faint of heart ...<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">pictures taken with my cell phone</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIgtDQ5Pt3ffxzUv36AVtnIfCRWhk2u-jQQGFdsFNM7DyxxRWW5XpGyL5QnpZRN1W6RXXxM2WaNol76AVGnEL5pTKngz-bNhZekpc_sddaZ3sAmBr5bexdt4QX2IiXmQf40VkeKuiRUo/s1600-h/2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIgtDQ5Pt3ffxzUv36AVtnIfCRWhk2u-jQQGFdsFNM7DyxxRWW5XpGyL5QnpZRN1W6RXXxM2WaNol76AVGnEL5pTKngz-bNhZekpc_sddaZ3sAmBr5bexdt4QX2IiXmQf40VkeKuiRUo/s400/2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345483961081509058" /></a><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbb6PhQbrFkrZ1xy5Ofq7J4zIUduEH9Lf4DxFmQLgtO-EDo54i17rVnrcWV3dFISTDse_6VOKhzwdjIR6uVf7M-qn74HPkyu3-7RHKSQaf3g4AgUWSyhcu4ScDXFxgvzwhg27dNbMuS_8/s1600-h/3.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbb6PhQbrFkrZ1xy5Ofq7J4zIUduEH9Lf4DxFmQLgtO-EDo54i17rVnrcWV3dFISTDse_6VOKhzwdjIR6uVf7M-qn74HPkyu3-7RHKSQaf3g4AgUWSyhcu4ScDXFxgvzwhg27dNbMuS_8/s400/3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345483956322284466" /></a><div>Yep, it was pretty gross! Andy is out of town this week, so I was on my own. So of course I called in reinforcements! Big thanks to my brother Kevin and his sweet wife Michele for coming and holding <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">my</span> hand at the hospital (I did really well until they had to set it - I stood outside the door and cried while Kev & Michele sat with a sedated Cam). Thank-you Laurie for coming to the ER and taking my other 2 rugrats to the Jogging Broads picnic, they had a great time! And thanks to Heather for keeping Syd with her family for the day! I wish I could say I was calm, cool and collected ... but I wasn't! I was shaking like a leaf. Thank-you to everyone for helping me out, staying with me and giving me a shoulder to lean on!</div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-50606588294707134312009-04-16T11:32:00.002-06:002009-04-16T11:36:09.763-06:00Boston Bound<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitO4m9KCgIl9MSmolAqxWYt91STliEkc9DyVH-L4iEcWQETtBUOW7T0fbwGELAFl0e2240YB2Y_g6GV5KAXy67QnvCnCfr7QQ8E3v89tq5el98YS7_M7GoQ7QKjBH-I_9gKP8c30JRdAY/s1600-h/header.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitO4m9KCgIl9MSmolAqxWYt91STliEkc9DyVH-L4iEcWQETtBUOW7T0fbwGELAFl0e2240YB2Y_g6GV5KAXy67QnvCnCfr7QQ8E3v89tq5el98YS7_M7GoQ7QKjBH-I_9gKP8c30JRdAY/s400/header.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325344354531495698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wish us luck!</div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-43378905230075493412009-01-27T17:05:00.002-07:002009-01-27T17:09:07.964-07:00Hair today, gone tomorrow!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnjIk5O3fh07LLIRAAkinwOqG3YywPcq_ljDXCOPG0vCTcLDis9iwmcksV2liUt_CpJpZ86dQGhNUK9rurQpLH2DXh-cpoDEHSgTHBhel8105y1Afb6qlTNvNWJPy14zGTGMlhbzLL3M/s320/IMGP4563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296129436544004882" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Before</span></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZu6Y4GFf2o2OeoCx8PavKZ7CfKkGWB9QglHN6Pox5sC3pZ3vGampq5ge9k3Q-d0Tr69h2VA_wgoGsoHtHV7nVhQSNUtU5jFLyjKUfIx8eHL3P-DbfePFltVrS13Cm1pQPQGU60KiGn8/s320/IMGP4566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296129442282379122" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mya cut 9 inches off her hair yesterday! She looks so cute with her new short and sassy do! Way to go Bubba!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-18368607815754654872009-01-22T12:50:00.002-07:002009-01-22T12:59:10.839-07:00Say it again ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMwdzuPkDO66qI1LJLV8ZbZAN322KYPp7mCDjp7MQt7B35hhqeL4M-8CmG17BpeNltFsnhy8MuRjCFMtPAqVYUDEs6iHEwP65oArjOD4qfmwULRMKy0GhSdsidO41qAHZsul0sxfgbeQ/s1600-h/IMGP4550.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMwdzuPkDO66qI1LJLV8ZbZAN322KYPp7mCDjp7MQt7B35hhqeL4M-8CmG17BpeNltFsnhy8MuRjCFMtPAqVYUDEs6iHEwP65oArjOD4qfmwULRMKy0GhSdsidO41qAHZsul0sxfgbeQ/s320/IMGP4550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294208341461750930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The conversation went something like this ...</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mom guess what! Brett told Brian who told Parker who told Ashley who told Kenzie who told me that Brett likes me!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yep, that was it - I made her repeat it three times to see if she could get it right again, of course she did! Nothing like the excitement of finding out that your crush has a crush on you too! Now I'm no Mrs. Robinson (ok, I am a little), but this Brett kid is pretty cute. White blonde hair and blue eyes, smart, and a killer soccer player (big kuddos in Syd's book for that one!) Lucky for mom and dad he also hits Syd at her chin! Whew, a few more years until we need to worry about that one!</div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-52848440385364043652009-01-07T11:37:00.004-07:002009-01-07T11:41:56.176-07:00Casual Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;">We are lucky that Andy gets to work from home. We save so much money on gas, eating out and of course his work wardrobe!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_FSd5xwttaJJzURUilNlchWkdBwRxTD_NaBRpRdTSjlXUl6ehJ6Awq0jddBXL4stc4n7sRlt1D3PezLCynOL2wi_EvVRjePMJF-Uhh118b2HH9QzeU6GnmcWcYwY9iR5fesZDuLkvYs/s1600-h/IMGP4558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_FSd5xwttaJJzURUilNlchWkdBwRxTD_NaBRpRdTSjlXUl6ehJ6Awq0jddBXL4stc4n7sRlt1D3PezLCynOL2wi_EvVRjePMJF-Uhh118b2HH9QzeU6GnmcWcYwY9iR5fesZDuLkvYs/s320/IMGP4558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288623380572049282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nice babe, real nice ...<br /></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-19305211351987387132008-12-27T14:02:00.009-07:002008-12-27T14:19:52.669-07:00Can you spell excitement ... WII<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">We caved - more like I caved - and we got a WII for Christmas, along with just about every game and attachment that a kid (or daddy) could want! We didn't give it to them Christmas morning, it was a surprise gift they found after having visited all the grandparents during the day. I think the surprise was a huge success, what do you think?</div><div><br /></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNutdmCyb9ryAafZbwOCBuno7KhR3KF3JZTqrfYu-1ht16_ouoa3H2YT69Qr4PQJJjukJtVa1sMISGYH7fq1QiYbpZ8oTVj8R5tr73DWgS-hQl0e5l3ofIld98CpoLNCC3vBwlbn1Pws/s320/IMGP4463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284580039367619890" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The initial reaction ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_LB0QVwFtRtMXhTM_3qbIjIYZBPhprsFb-4ecpYyr1BoK3HmiPzsX4aoGTK0gRL5kQGQyuXi3xoi_n7k7QlXxKkWJFHNsn-aHi6UkjVFAl2dnu79Zf2f8ERaKPzmsV62pg6fW2UEYmk/s1600-h/IMGP4464.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_LB0QVwFtRtMXhTM_3qbIjIYZBPhprsFb-4ecpYyr1BoK3HmiPzsX4aoGTK0gRL5kQGQyuXi3xoi_n7k7QlXxKkWJFHNsn-aHi6UkjVFAl2dnu79Zf2f8ERaKPzmsV62pg6fW2UEYmk/s320/IMGP4464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284581370251232114" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and some more celebrating ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8FKTYYo2i68LCqADK1EJqfCb9NxiJwOgBxZbWiPE3USO3Xa9NxKSmhCn1ELCfUx9SWxJzroTEO2CZwrVUe_u7HlcsG9jdNJ-gH6gdI1SvLZpGT-dbP7oYiCEQFgltuCjvd_0L-GhQMo/s1600-h/IMGP4466.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8FKTYYo2i68LCqADK1EJqfCb9NxiJwOgBxZbWiPE3USO3Xa9NxKSmhCn1ELCfUx9SWxJzroTEO2CZwrVUe_u7HlcsG9jdNJ-gH6gdI1SvLZpGT-dbP7oYiCEQFgltuCjvd_0L-GhQMo/s320/IMGP4466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284580024259644050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and some more ...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVvSZQaUmzQQBnmJQuXtWY_NTCONUEEtaVVNoHiPhyAu2fgAalsDEe6VB5v60fFuWpz6ERkKuMZgt2PFvpvTCpBULsMWEq7k2kIfeeFJ0rdIRZGbl-jkM5dJKLzDtbE3LhKJ4oNQKOH4/s1600-h/IMGP4470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVvSZQaUmzQQBnmJQuXtWY_NTCONUEEtaVVNoHiPhyAu2fgAalsDEe6VB5v60fFuWpz6ERkKuMZgt2PFvpvTCpBULsMWEq7k2kIfeeFJ0rdIRZGbl-jkM5dJKLzDtbE3LhKJ4oNQKOH4/s320/IMGP4470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284580015846885442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">my own personal rock band - I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">so</span> out numbered (and in trouble!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qOnvknis3mRijkgMEkb_BuwdWKfMhOGh0L9v62yb8FeylVS3BEwCD73A1WPorvVNIR2wu7BTf4oMdKve_dwspM65FLRS8fmcUIr3Tsn9rbvFUgCXTbbF_78HHMmVtB0Ud2noZl5sOEE/s1600-h/IMGP4472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qOnvknis3mRijkgMEkb_BuwdWKfMhOGh0L9v62yb8FeylVS3BEwCD73A1WPorvVNIR2wu7BTf4oMdKve_dwspM65FLRS8fmcUIr3Tsn9rbvFUgCXTbbF_78HHMmVtB0Ud2noZl5sOEE/s320/IMGP4472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284580007045989698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">daddy finally getting his turn to rock it!</span></div></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-12929916395480826442008-12-26T19:17:00.006-07:002008-12-26T19:24:08.105-07:00Flashback Friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVpiv8sYyNrFik8auQX-HMIkf450XdCkM7IfeuaXnkbMnm0gp-NvO_n4eWDYueRVFZKEuzeQ_m09SbW5eK2GPqHs3oL2pE6QcXnDZSL9BvxD1FwKcCJcSNGlal9FK0VisSJ1MsBBgGvc/s1600-h/n578183387_1301917_8370.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVpiv8sYyNrFik8auQX-HMIkf450XdCkM7IfeuaXnkbMnm0gp-NvO_n4eWDYueRVFZKEuzeQ_m09SbW5eK2GPqHs3oL2pE6QcXnDZSL9BvxD1FwKcCJcSNGlal9FK0VisSJ1MsBBgGvc/s320/n578183387_1301917_8370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284288434111283602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Camie & Emi - Nov 1984</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't we adorable! This is me and my cousin Emi in our grandparents front yard. I don't know what is worse about this picture - those shoes, those pants, the shirt tucked in - yikes! It must have been picture day because I normally <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">never</span> had my hair curled! What scares me most about this picture is I remember that picture being taken so clearly, like it was yesterday - only I am the same age there as Sydney is today! Time warp, seriously!</div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-91549692849355381052008-12-16T10:21:00.009-07:002008-12-16T10:55:45.132-07:00Cam the Man<div style="text-align: center;">My poor little guy had to get stitches last night! We were at the High School for the annual Cross-country banquet and Cam was playing with our friends kids out in the foyer. One of the inner doors in the foyer was missing the glass in the lower half of the door and Cam was running full speed and threw his body into the door to open it and went right through the lower half where the glass was missing! So off to the Pediatricians we went! He was so brave at the doctors office - no tears, no whining, nothing! I am so proud of him for being such a brave little guy! Here are some pics of his war wound!<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE60icIYWoSS_dUuEnVIqBVram7qSZtinF_O2BxoyAMV_I7F5F2KHFapcZpQ5Bp_JIGgrRXmRM2CI6OQAVMwoqS_dR-sb7IofR6LXhfBoWAZhr5QCwu3_L1ftTFJFy8RUDqFPX8cmyEC0/s1600-h/IMG00132.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE60icIYWoSS_dUuEnVIqBVram7qSZtinF_O2BxoyAMV_I7F5F2KHFapcZpQ5Bp_JIGgrRXmRM2CI6OQAVMwoqS_dR-sb7IofR6LXhfBoWAZhr5QCwu3_L1ftTFJFy8RUDqFPX8cmyEC0/s320/IMG00132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443173309309314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Getting numbed up</span></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGfDSbzAubUClfvqDvt9R1P1WLq7sJAKgkDHOlK7jqsxx3EPpxcxpYhdbWn4HJlLwPqMKoQdYit6rtzvntYgcVR4GYQz3XGXyuATWKsfwO6SywnK-V_9LzYRmv-o_XGhC43hjy-FhKKVg/s320/IMG00133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280441597551240146" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Three stitches - no tears!</span></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-6070387839656195462008-11-12T20:41:00.006-07:002008-11-12T21:07:01.100-07:00Pearl Harbor<div style="text-align: center;">What an amazing day. The tour starting with a Pearl Harbor survivor welcoming everyone and telling his story - I could have listened to that all day! I love history, and am drawn to WWII history especially. I wish I could have spent more time talking to him. But the Memorial itself was amazing. I had a lump in my throat all day and couldn't keep back the tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOCRE9Lo0G5yEuDEXLZTkp-OAXH_hGHr3LXXGDkEx72S3BNPgBzsYm9OVqy0JlXWRXuNAiIWdv4L5Jb1_lC9I2opE5e9awlH78apsRpfvJMaw-dS81j1AjCEoSyJrWsZTycEqXpCiEzU/s1600-h/IMGP3917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOCRE9Lo0G5yEuDEXLZTkp-OAXH_hGHr3LXXGDkEx72S3BNPgBzsYm9OVqy0JlXWRXuNAiIWdv4L5Jb1_lC9I2opE5e9awlH78apsRpfvJMaw-dS81j1AjCEoSyJrWsZTycEqXpCiEzU/s320/IMGP3917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267986518138111186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Arizona Memorial is the white building on the right. The USS Missouri is the ship on the left, it was on this ship that the Japanese surrendered to the United States.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dJOVjC5XYg0K-ExkMUTLduVJUsrUkDQii-QBdzxEiqHcQNf9sNgVGdZfkNTqqwih8yv-uE4H3tAnWbD3Z_C7lTKiu3GtSEncY-zildf1AI7X275zrqFD9-no38UT315srWxpwDE551Q/s1600-h/IMGP3926.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dJOVjC5XYg0K-ExkMUTLduVJUsrUkDQii-QBdzxEiqHcQNf9sNgVGdZfkNTqqwih8yv-uE4H3tAnWbD3Z_C7lTKiu3GtSEncY-zildf1AI7X275zrqFD9-no38UT315srWxpwDE551Q/s320/IMGP3926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985399007664498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Shrine Room in the USS Arizona Memorial.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The names of all the sailors and marines who died on the USS Arizona on 7 December 1941.</div><div style="text-align: center;">900 of these men are entombed in the ship. To date, twenty survivors have chosen to be buried with their shipmates upon their deaths.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNeqRi3Y7PyxWX1pbM9nzXBXtqbgYhaHwD2mkTQ3UP_1b3SKXr0den0_IX_Ty3cV1nibHLTsudseL_lX8jwsGHmqFBHjNu-7on-Gg-XIkEqCHIrlSV0LySpI6RvLhE4GxokXwxhumxcA/s1600-h/IMGP3931.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNeqRi3Y7PyxWX1pbM9nzXBXtqbgYhaHwD2mkTQ3UP_1b3SKXr0den0_IX_Ty3cV1nibHLTsudseL_lX8jwsGHmqFBHjNu-7on-Gg-XIkEqCHIrlSV0LySpI6RvLhE4GxokXwxhumxcA/s320/IMGP3931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985389094644098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Gun Turret of the USS Arizona. One of the few things visible above the water.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6Dff1VkYxs2kYw8uvvyZLyenWDOr97lo1NqxumZXYok4CBGoHZob2L1PyKcxQY9Kky79lmNDEFyBicp7pSheYNeMZ_OQ6fLUw256SJg-kvNlw_nbN8R9pbnplBqTlWRpiSXCUViWY6U/s1600-h/IMGP3928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6Dff1VkYxs2kYw8uvvyZLyenWDOr97lo1NqxumZXYok4CBGoHZob2L1PyKcxQY9Kky79lmNDEFyBicp7pSheYNeMZ_OQ6fLUw256SJg-kvNlw_nbN8R9pbnplBqTlWRpiSXCUViWY6U/s320/IMGP3928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985380011164898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There is still oil seeping from the ship. It is referred to as black tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwhCZpuU6OW1fn3-YtjayoaVAVbmQCEBjP6HUmc5ZLZbVPx3G55zJ_-AgsCI7mnLAPj7_F0H5gdXT02kfbDHYAb3RewTJkdiRTn8AN5WyXGUBvbEe_wrcn2JEs5phsXyj_brQqI3RANc/s1600-h/IMGP3935.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwhCZpuU6OW1fn3-YtjayoaVAVbmQCEBjP6HUmc5ZLZbVPx3G55zJ_-AgsCI7mnLAPj7_F0H5gdXT02kfbDHYAb3RewTJkdiRTn8AN5WyXGUBvbEe_wrcn2JEs5phsXyj_brQqI3RANc/s320/IMGP3935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985376355667650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">An amazing picture of our flag!</div><div style="text-align: center;">This flagpole is actually connected to the mast of the USS Arizona.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2BU84vOMLz5MvitlfyDZUnbVwx94dY4vxiM5sDdAYzQMFTYqJnIRImXQrnb66E5CIAfGxCLxMoHBewxTNPGO3mRmRmE0eesMTLV0rW32dtrQftZdvbFNdZ9Q0SOnhfzgnVM7AwtsCzk/s1600-h/IMGP3941.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2BU84vOMLz5MvitlfyDZUnbVwx94dY4vxiM5sDdAYzQMFTYqJnIRImXQrnb66E5CIAfGxCLxMoHBewxTNPGO3mRmRmE0eesMTLV0rW32dtrQftZdvbFNdZ9Q0SOnhfzgnVM7AwtsCzk/s320/IMGP3941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985371585785010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One of the anchors from the USS Arizona that was retrieved after the attack.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-33296923041758525012008-11-12T20:22:00.005-07:002008-11-12T20:40:26.055-07:00Haleiwa - North Shore<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div>By far our favorite place on the island was the North Shore. It is considered the "country" part of the island. No big buildings, a slower pace of life, lots of local flavor, massive waves and killer sunsets!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4IG6VFEZVrrGawygmy-B6pz_1lBWIEKp7AOUMpZCjCktp_jXsWhsLoo1D1SWJrpQgqw_RMc7B7bxvZLApPDlXDNBS00s0VdnMJjAcoFI_zleHd_QADlW8yWmbnuGuNxncCVsJk0vkzg/s1600-h/IMGP3901.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO4IG6VFEZVrrGawygmy-B6pz_1lBWIEKp7AOUMpZCjCktp_jXsWhsLoo1D1SWJrpQgqw_RMc7B7bxvZLApPDlXDNBS00s0VdnMJjAcoFI_zleHd_QADlW8yWmbnuGuNxncCVsJk0vkzg/s320/IMGP3901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267979302437490722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sea turtle sunny himself on the beach, very cool! On our last day there we saw 6 sea turtles playing in the surf at Haleiwa Beach.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquyU6n9pRRD1yBb69BVzAqlU2MSHpSepRGKoWjEhUGle0mAACBUOPyTxBf-gs0bD4DtWfFwfOUlSwVXt-4meo9FXfFow73vSikP2XIR4PjiVlU9QAdTZhePDlKGa1izLLvxIj9vLiXDA/s1600-h/IMGP3897.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquyU6n9pRRD1yBb69BVzAqlU2MSHpSepRGKoWjEhUGle0mAACBUOPyTxBf-gs0bD4DtWfFwfOUlSwVXt-4meo9FXfFow73vSikP2XIR4PjiVlU9QAdTZhePDlKGa1izLLvxIj9vLiXDA/s320/IMGP3897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267979290443364354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Andy eating his world famous Matsumoto's shave ice! It was very yummy but didn't change my life. You can get it with soft vanilla ice cream and/or Azuki beans in the bottom and sweetened condensed milk on the top. I did NOT like the beans and wasn't so keen on the sweetened condensed milk but the ice cream was great! See the line behind Andy, it's like that all day long every day!</div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-49056724635769755032008-11-12T12:38:00.008-07:002008-11-12T20:22:19.383-07:00More of Hawaii<div>We spent the entire day in Laie ... we visited the LDS Temple and went to the Polynesian Cultural Center. The PCC was good, it made for a long day, but we enjoyed it! And of course we can't go anywhere without Andy running into someone he knows! We came around a corner at the PCC and ran right into the McNeil's from our Stake - Andy coached their son Logan in track and cross-country - what a small world!<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoav1kF16dFX8GG7MSG7M10R1oWYetvnSmsAytdzwG9HIe3cjJITKcQG0f5jjRCkZkLd5AiAt7yWYFzvkz8PYjNRw1vZc1ErlvWa3WDOLnVUvWJQ68_OLZoKiE96rtEHeewZWwzChcPhQ/s1600-h/IMGP3874.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoav1kF16dFX8GG7MSG7M10R1oWYetvnSmsAytdzwG9HIe3cjJITKcQG0f5jjRCkZkLd5AiAt7yWYFzvkz8PYjNRw1vZc1ErlvWa3WDOLnVUvWJQ68_OLZoKiE96rtEHeewZWwzChcPhQ/s320/IMGP3874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267974667541563298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This picture is for my friend Mrs. Robinson ;) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Not a good picture, he has a dorky look on his face - this picture does not do him justice!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPu8_EIoI7p-ZnH9arZm8cIKvcG3cIriE3ebX3JWKS19_4jP667SgEmc1I3_AZKHiQGs5dtrHr9gf1PYxtsh8bEBTY4yZHAqCS4RLR9cStSb6sc7mCtZxcq1XwaXvzFohVMB0xCDU2qY/s1600-h/IMGP3876.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPu8_EIoI7p-ZnH9arZm8cIKvcG3cIriE3ebX3JWKS19_4jP667SgEmc1I3_AZKHiQGs5dtrHr9gf1PYxtsh8bEBTY4yZHAqCS4RLR9cStSb6sc7mCtZxcq1XwaXvzFohVMB0xCDU2qY/s320/IMGP3876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973981244689682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This guy was really funny - he did an amazing fire dance at the show later that night. During this particular presentation he made a fire with 2 sticks and a coconut husk, opened a coconut with a pebble and his bare hands and made the poor kid in the picture below climb a palm tree! They were both very entertaining and were my favorite presentation of the day!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJwYFovbiwaV9OFvaXSWVI5QDQs7vopyZWnMSLEXizLAv5JWD4-N28Hq5Y0YM9Ug_Sh4O_Wq2NA1005WxGokWVJEi9CM60KS0DsIW5-Z41rDdCtxEsU6bKnGklxUK-n1GJNiPQFj1UPI/s1600-h/IMGP3878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJwYFovbiwaV9OFvaXSWVI5QDQs7vopyZWnMSLEXizLAv5JWD4-N28Hq5Y0YM9Ug_Sh4O_Wq2NA1005WxGokWVJEi9CM60KS0DsIW5-Z41rDdCtxEsU6bKnGklxUK-n1GJNiPQFj1UPI/s320/IMGP3878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973973047042642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He pretending he was going to jump to the next palm tree and made jokes about not looking up his skirt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuphzTbN7ECpMq6HvLLQjgSijNmCFmpCmve1khd7rjebOPTGj4NC4OBwptn442JLITjtXxNklAD3uiJ9QULK5yoTugTfDvocgGRUZxWyTrLyOtDCbkHetpuqHuW_eTIHmgbsb61Wp5xs/s1600-h/IMGP3881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibuphzTbN7ECpMq6HvLLQjgSijNmCFmpCmve1khd7rjebOPTGj4NC4OBwptn442JLITjtXxNklAD3uiJ9QULK5yoTugTfDvocgGRUZxWyTrLyOtDCbkHetpuqHuW_eTIHmgbsb61Wp5xs/s320/IMGP3881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973962698210802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Me at the Luau that night - I was worn out and ready for food!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDzLjNc7uDkt0PN3MqeVxZ5dwK07iEYPHVscsCoP5Xl-KUXsYbdIBz7t3ly4PyQeB7Q5vRH9q2UO12eHJ1bKjpdxSPTSUc1bc_kJsMV4ISR-xdV5n0M1dC_n9QppauGvSMt4iMXxIHAo/s1600-h/IMGP3882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDzLjNc7uDkt0PN3MqeVxZ5dwK07iEYPHVscsCoP5Xl-KUXsYbdIBz7t3ly4PyQeB7Q5vRH9q2UO12eHJ1bKjpdxSPTSUc1bc_kJsMV4ISR-xdV5n0M1dC_n9QppauGvSMt4iMXxIHAo/s320/IMGP3882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267973951840603410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Andy at the Luau - he said this about the Luau "the food was very authentic ... maybe a little too authentic!" So true!</span></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-85624213167992767112008-11-07T12:12:00.006-07:002008-11-08T02:05:47.484-07:00Hawaii Day 2 - Evening on the North Shore<div align="center">Finished the day with some Pineapple ice cream... at the Dole Pineapple plantation.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0MEcKu-ZKseYXU5BubqB8YleuEeZiYBJ8xFIgDuJIJo0fHbTuu88Hkf3dtkpCjEIP1oKYUOQVtv1cqg7_jm1e98UXHtPrwKfiGdpIHpfei0bp0iK94fgLW93Q1bRm8VxQjM4aYaBZJU/s1600-h/IMGP3800.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002103804921346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0MEcKu-ZKseYXU5BubqB8YleuEeZiYBJ8xFIgDuJIJo0fHbTuu88Hkf3dtkpCjEIP1oKYUOQVtv1cqg7_jm1e98UXHtPrwKfiGdpIHpfei0bp0iK94fgLW93Q1bRm8VxQjM4aYaBZJU/s320/IMGP3800.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">At the North Shore at sundown... </div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9P_ACp7t4Cg832x-fmriENyEBkxqIGpThsiVrlSD9htOfB8h-n6fO8RiSzoDUTY_BV6B9EDDMiWlkxiY8Dk0c7snUsb1YRJ94Y17SwU2SmXgnq3Os8AUeo_XDA38k4JCSyWsWCxIUVCA/s1600-h/IMGP3806.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002096115091138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9P_ACp7t4Cg832x-fmriENyEBkxqIGpThsiVrlSD9htOfB8h-n6fO8RiSzoDUTY_BV6B9EDDMiWlkxiY8Dk0c7snUsb1YRJ94Y17SwU2SmXgnq3Os8AUeo_XDA38k4JCSyWsWCxIUVCA/s320/IMGP3806.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Andy playing in the water... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXYj77_vXRX4ltxaUkQmWN0tTsRdgjY5OR_BLzhg_7SLHf_d7YGSAaeL88Uh7gSIg9hvJ7Y2LaNodvX9_apYbwvT6NswI9xa7bwCDqxj81HcWMU35goJe8cxteO7W71F-dZAjcDqxF2Q/s1600-h/IMGP3817.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002086545980418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXYj77_vXRX4ltxaUkQmWN0tTsRdgjY5OR_BLzhg_7SLHf_d7YGSAaeL88Uh7gSIg9hvJ7Y2LaNodvX9_apYbwvT6NswI9xa7bwCDqxj81HcWMU35goJe8cxteO7W71F-dZAjcDqxF2Q/s320/IMGP3817.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Surfers at the North Shore...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0wJOvEIKZkncySZ34ZQkhQmHtGJ5gFtwjOADMuYmVRAag5hjtJXbtQ5CgIkFER_xy30JFAS79-jLvplcElw53AF6zW1QKPsFZCnPSjHdQ_RZoCHBfI3NV817i-PgV6AxKTM2nBIUQvI/s1600-h/IMGP3829.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002078970739458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0wJOvEIKZkncySZ34ZQkhQmHtGJ5gFtwjOADMuYmVRAag5hjtJXbtQ5CgIkFER_xy30JFAS79-jLvplcElw53AF6zW1QKPsFZCnPSjHdQ_RZoCHBfI3NV817i-PgV6AxKTM2nBIUQvI/s320/IMGP3829.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Spectacular Sunsets!!! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOwXdJsCecgV33yiNJq4Azysg20WDz7iPhiKYpRt64M-bWIpTBa3C6ld8ndQY8efmui71kuKrHkZFx4I8pRwFEaJccwb1SeweC8jilrCm87bDjROXy5w0ffRpu0rfyAKMBz0uXNrkWGk/s1600-h/IMGP3834.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002074522388226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOwXdJsCecgV33yiNJq4Azysg20WDz7iPhiKYpRt64M-bWIpTBa3C6ld8ndQY8efmui71kuKrHkZFx4I8pRwFEaJccwb1SeweC8jilrCm87bDjROXy5w0ffRpu0rfyAKMBz0uXNrkWGk/s320/IMGP3834.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-82739018280227956262008-11-07T00:40:00.005-07:002008-11-08T02:09:23.063-07:00Hawaii - Day 2<div align="center">Pictures from along the coastline!!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Light House and Crazy guy paragliding!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi91c49CcdOu82vPC0TUj5DMoCbfEAs4FbinMu4arGU3dS5FH6ugINz2QkSVeIPwsr4g2ZCVYABC_nV9gGxWpdOXSGol2eZ2lxD5u9Yebaj79nyjkcYwqFTK0ebgaqrbidOVd_-9hCLk/s1600-h/IMGP3744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265824110980907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi91c49CcdOu82vPC0TUj5DMoCbfEAs4FbinMu4arGU3dS5FH6ugINz2QkSVeIPwsr4g2ZCVYABC_nV9gGxWpdOXSGol2eZ2lxD5u9Yebaj79nyjkcYwqFTK0ebgaqrbidOVd_-9hCLk/s320/IMGP3744.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This small patch of beach is where the kissing scene on From Here To Eternity was filmed. It was also in Madonna's music video "Cherish"... Yes I am the queen of useless information!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZq3KpGYq8b-JkegEt4xh-GWMPs4e6smWLsVbYg6wzeKbkrAiCmqe51w40wGv5_jvKZYivqz2QNIJr_T511BzH_fEtRLhcAjB9kou4Kreh_SmABsRfJ1VclJMbO7RGPgCJaiuX7QMZOY/s1600-h/IMGP3739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265824109860213202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZq3KpGYq8b-JkegEt4xh-GWMPs4e6smWLsVbYg6wzeKbkrAiCmqe51w40wGv5_jvKZYivqz2QNIJr_T511BzH_fEtRLhcAjB9kou4Kreh_SmABsRfJ1VclJMbO7RGPgCJaiuX7QMZOY/s320/IMGP3739.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />A great shot of Andy getting too close to the dangerous cliffs ... The rock was 15-20 feet above the ocean ... and the water was crashing against the rock making a huge splash!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAZdHStlsUVyhkGMwMqxCPEyn1wgB2KfZA8E_bAyWHfd94sR1A-OR-MrHw-3CAYgKEW30WdfcuuA5x6AnMqurZJ3tpJjXiian1QHDqaORfGBecrBOTUWXTcuATBDEQlA23PSwThOGEek/s1600-h/IMGP3711.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265824105448031906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAZdHStlsUVyhkGMwMqxCPEyn1wgB2KfZA8E_bAyWHfd94sR1A-OR-MrHw-3CAYgKEW30WdfcuuA5x6AnMqurZJ3tpJjXiian1QHDqaORfGBecrBOTUWXTcuATBDEQlA23PSwThOGEek/s320/IMGP3711.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Another picture from the cool rocky lookout...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ejiWQw2SuP0grGE8U-uJ0-YjLSiIZLdEuvrVZ8WkU9IWTe7x3_vVnMXnY3wGgsIOmE_Nd9lxFa6NW1Tuni5CbPp_F8JAIAWLXeuxLkVi1OMVbmvyEPv4dJdz_sMhNBDErCdFAd-gKkY/s1600-h/IMGP3700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265824097260406930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ejiWQw2SuP0grGE8U-uJ0-YjLSiIZLdEuvrVZ8WkU9IWTe7x3_vVnMXnY3wGgsIOmE_Nd9lxFa6NW1Tuni5CbPp_F8JAIAWLXeuxLkVi1OMVbmvyEPv4dJdz_sMhNBDErCdFAd-gKkY/s320/IMGP3700.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOW30xF75OOlAkuMUYb7PDK8d9uE9yxKB0mViiQW1xMaQVxK556mwixrj8_DfYkbplvfVyaB8YCYbHX9RV8HQqQxN2u6PJT7HGsH3ecFIZxZ5l87qj3fl4AxBJkwO1HHjopBzzGhkoBk/s1600-h/IMGP3725.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265824092200265106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOW30xF75OOlAkuMUYb7PDK8d9uE9yxKB0mViiQW1xMaQVxK556mwixrj8_DfYkbplvfVyaB8YCYbHX9RV8HQqQxN2u6PJT7HGsH3ecFIZxZ5l87qj3fl4AxBJkwO1HHjopBzzGhkoBk/s320/IMGP3725.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div><br /></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-28675471266201518962008-11-07T00:07:00.006-07:002008-11-08T01:59:44.239-07:00Hawaii - Day 2 (Morning Hanauma Bay)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwEnnic9BNsFdSfNjaOQRP0tFCBBXQsN0Q4t5HNhAmVzT15nZBmzXzSO7qDVzIbgM_2WM6Hb6Wpw1iKrUTtK9fEjTyk5lPw3E4bTASUh2ItiPuHxQNC10oRzqjbqsSBDAntzevvDWRSY/s1600-h/IMGP3679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265814174672226914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwEnnic9BNsFdSfNjaOQRP0tFCBBXQsN0Q4t5HNhAmVzT15nZBmzXzSO7qDVzIbgM_2WM6Hb6Wpw1iKrUTtK9fEjTyk5lPw3E4bTASUh2ItiPuHxQNC10oRzqjbqsSBDAntzevvDWRSY/s320/IMGP3679.JPG" border="0" /></a> This morning we went to Hanauma Bay. Me, the girl, that does not like open water managed to snorkel in the reef. And although I had a few panic attacks, really enjoyed it! Me, the girl that doesn't want fish nibbling on her bum actually swam in the water with the fishes! Some <em>very</em> big fishes!<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyuD8ajnZ3b9xRrvqlSj3PifZmq5-HHsBo1NzLPLcdaCzmfupaYVHHPkXyJ6QKwQsO0A2sPAH9usgV53rWnQmCUFkG3ZDpfAMUcpGi7GWmErcjD2CSziQi0O6wHdztELSJv9N3VDwGTM/s1600-h/IMGP3694.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265814167642266642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyuD8ajnZ3b9xRrvqlSj3PifZmq5-HHsBo1NzLPLcdaCzmfupaYVHHPkXyJ6QKwQsO0A2sPAH9usgV53rWnQmCUFkG3ZDpfAMUcpGi7GWmErcjD2CSziQi0O6wHdztELSJv9N3VDwGTM/s320/IMGP3694.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a view from the beach!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgljDLiS_sSColvQkyEc-hVOkwLI5d8eK4jWUKZru3JNjHyJNkT7LPo7BquhUCOm3aQHhcPgLv0vsjGDZZ2wVBOxrIDlPpMne7SQoweMwXMIONNn6ryjHMwn9qeDRkvaHsJ6YyGu8ZkqGU/s1600-h/IMGP3698.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265814158709492018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgljDLiS_sSColvQkyEc-hVOkwLI5d8eK4jWUKZru3JNjHyJNkT7LPo7BquhUCOm3aQHhcPgLv0vsjGDZZ2wVBOxrIDlPpMne7SQoweMwXMIONNn6ryjHMwn9qeDRkvaHsJ6YyGu8ZkqGU/s320/IMGP3698.JPG" border="0" /></a> and a view from the top...<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-5272595899731928292008-11-06T11:40:00.005-07:002008-11-06T11:58:35.968-07:00Hawaii - Day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-8Hxl0fSbi4E2w7htBut-JwGceJOBgyVNYCHBX_2Vjs7ox0GES2UUS6rtFQy7B9USehxM2ygYkfbyL2HG7DCacWf-44u0ZTf6m6CoZHKuNkpwAN8uoSLufRuFhcJkwhxddRQlEt4zv4/s1600-h/IMGP3653.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265619386632615714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-8Hxl0fSbi4E2w7htBut-JwGceJOBgyVNYCHBX_2Vjs7ox0GES2UUS6rtFQy7B9USehxM2ygYkfbyL2HG7DCacWf-44u0ZTf6m6CoZHKuNkpwAN8uoSLufRuFhcJkwhxddRQlEt4zv4/s320/IMGP3653.JPG" border="0" /></a> We woke up to a great view from our room!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbds9cYiv6BTKWMPJL4mzwqrYStqBWlC7uxG0O5yyJBBwi96P_3dUTbljDgE_ucLvvJS9Gx4Z6VGdEBgu1we7RpAULW-hXGnEx_lRS3BY6jgWzdjQFMj3sjv_f78Qk1A3PM4D-QafkM4/s1600-h/IMGP3660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265619370930688610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbds9cYiv6BTKWMPJL4mzwqrYStqBWlC7uxG0O5yyJBBwi96P_3dUTbljDgE_ucLvvJS9Gx4Z6VGdEBgu1we7RpAULW-hXGnEx_lRS3BY6jgWzdjQFMj3sjv_f78Qk1A3PM4D-QafkM4/s320/IMGP3660.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />A waterfall at the international market near our Hotel.<br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8K5s_cZmr_IjMprgvcWyqzui3yYNmj0UZ-bJdZIxTz4UsdhVCtJMdv09PajqYd85NT4wdZTf56WRZ-XrNTptycb4Cg8-_6zn1x_pNwfFUBYw1DMAtta67AToN8mPxrOXVZGs12Dyuc0/s1600-h/IMGP3661.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265619367267042466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8K5s_cZmr_IjMprgvcWyqzui3yYNmj0UZ-bJdZIxTz4UsdhVCtJMdv09PajqYd85NT4wdZTf56WRZ-XrNTptycb4Cg8-_6zn1x_pNwfFUBYw1DMAtta67AToN8mPxrOXVZGs12Dyuc0/s320/IMGP3661.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In front of the water fall at the shopping center... the biggest Koi fish we have ever seen.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfLJn_KrzzOmk5DH5vY942dV3bRTh9gtGEOMIDEsCI_gYvomRsQ-idbrwy_ivlqRe7LS2AA1XB6z2FzK907N-wZP456nfQBLztjEX4EQe5QSvQ6nXgX0Vsdvsl7vQ1-_9tzagXyTaSZw/s1600-h/IMGP3668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265619358257587522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfLJn_KrzzOmk5DH5vY942dV3bRTh9gtGEOMIDEsCI_gYvomRsQ-idbrwy_ivlqRe7LS2AA1XB6z2FzK907N-wZP456nfQBLztjEX4EQe5QSvQ6nXgX0Vsdvsl7vQ1-_9tzagXyTaSZw/s320/IMGP3668.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdj_mjz-7Ac_50yAH42ZWeBGOVpZNrqExExJHR7sC4t_o3P-tQ21Wppi_dMfZgM6UaQyF7Mb_2ouZ3mXKwgio4n-BUrF22LwTX1vrAXSuHQndsCKLdOc9BegxH18soXvFzXv_fZOpEsY/s1600-h/IMGP3666.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265619355190155954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjdj_mjz-7Ac_50yAH42ZWeBGOVpZNrqExExJHR7sC4t_o3P-tQ21Wppi_dMfZgM6UaQyF7Mb_2ouZ3mXKwgio4n-BUrF22LwTX1vrAXSuHQndsCKLdOc9BegxH18soXvFzXv_fZOpEsY/s320/IMGP3666.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Andy and Camie on the beach at Waikiki...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-85088349677092271882008-10-29T13:08:00.008-06:002008-10-29T13:20:46.538-06:00Ty Bud<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I may be bias because I'm his mother, but I know that I'm not the only one who thinks this little guy is so dang cute! <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuuCjvQEehudMmk1UwLTR12TPet6fnfa0TqYd29liW2oK6_rLAGTLxZ1xcU7rp89X1EM47IESLQ3MT0V6jMa5F7vi1i6XFihpR1afpT3dhM-1FmbbuPzzcyAjJF40rMI7092b1020L0I/s1600-h/IMGP3487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuuCjvQEehudMmk1UwLTR12TPet6fnfa0TqYd29liW2oK6_rLAGTLxZ1xcU7rp89X1EM47IESLQ3MT0V6jMa5F7vi1i6XFihpR1afpT3dhM-1FmbbuPzzcyAjJF40rMI7092b1020L0I/s320/IMGP3487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262656172171459586" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He walked around the house for a few hours telling everyone he was a "pwetty, pwetty, pwencess"! But a mere few hours later his alter ego came out and he was "fightin' guy"!</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK9EhomBacSmozF3Uz6LT4S3Zc7ADBiC3zuCzetzrvy2nbVjEUA-rf9L5k91SJfLYe5mSjmD_H20w3HJ5bxkWfEvmBqi-ijZPqD0Aoy81CG5uYgwUzEVR0NQkuSq4306WfK_qNvZiL88/s1600-h/IMGP3487.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0PqnVpGQn03O2MBosWagrjo4d8jV7pWQLpufabPs4rUILMeDpEjXgcx1qtlicn0FXecyYvlsE5gBK8rMwTc4NBplxbvzqSYsKvJeMMGPWi4mSEbv7rBJLOK1qwEMYXZaHSJDVXiYU-k/s320/IMGP3488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262656172653906834" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never a dull moment with this little guy!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3376987549948369338.post-9601269075931331502008-10-28T13:20:00.007-06:002008-10-28T14:09:28.585-06:00Halloween - Bah, Humbug!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBuEoxxceTpoQy6ZOo-xdmviGMgHEuuAWMzkxiQIlqIORBmk5ERnbqmRYzGUWsMKAIWNF4wGmFJj4tcTrkX5Zk1z2KoYO32Zi2f4rne85x93bUxmJ3_b95dkxzS761MLautW8S17obFE/s1600-h/IMGP3559.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">It's true, I am not a fan of Halloween. Even when I was little it was my least favorite Holiday - I have always been afraid of the dark (still am), so a holiday all about dark and scary was really not my idea of fun! Combine that with being shy and having to go up to someone's door and ask for candy - I was terrified! I remember being 5 or 6 and I refused to go to Primary teachers house to trick or treat because they had scary music playing! My poor mom tried her best to convince me that it was fine but I stubbornly stayed on the other side of the street - hugging/hiding behind the neighbors tree while she and my brothers went to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">my </span>primary teachers house! And then there was the pumpkin carving - a harmless rite of passage for any little kid, right?! Wrong! Especially when that little girl is a neat freak and can't stand not only the pumpkin guts, but the over all mess of the whole ordeal! Combine that with the fact that I have 4 brothers who would torture me by touch me with the ooey, gooey, gunk from out of the pumpkin, or practice their knife skills when mom was out of the room! Yep, I've got issues with Halloween!<div><br /></div><div>So now that I am a mom with kids of my own, what do I do? I try my best to suck it up and let the kids have fun! I've even done my share of gutting the pumpkins! I don't get into the all out Halloween decorations, but I do decorate for fall, so that counts - right? So while my kids are having a ball running around in the dark, begging for candy, dressed like a gypsie, go-go dancer, Anakin Skywalker and a power ranger I will be the proud momma following behind them - with a death grip on the flashlight!</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7d146IA-F0z3ABo2e8cVYdoxu0zXWUYg2qdgJIylwiykDtFDv2JWLjc6YPtZfY4pGfwjrKsBWDlfqzC0NC58RAS5djnfZnQtpHegvAUJdiP7Uh4nzuv61pUF0ODaS80ZcoIwPvuLED1g/s200/IMGP3327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262295981787787762" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sydney & Mya with a few of our pumpkins! We got some at the pumpkin patch and then Grandpa had enough for all the grandkids this year! Two pumpkins each, aren't we lucky?!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstTGHyqhheabrQiQ6zj2TKW6hLqzwC32yTl4a7b-1WGtZYeeob1_ndmpiguN617U8Cy4-2xHpHeWH9DUjdvhKXuxH1v_AL4qk91cUOX3xMWrC_edQC68xadO6lemIHLLT6ja-fr6HUyU/s200/IMGP3538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262295987504839362" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Look! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">My</span> hand is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">inside </span>a pumpkin! Gross!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBuEoxxceTpoQy6ZOo-xdmviGMgHEuuAWMzkxiQIlqIORBmk5ERnbqmRYzGUWsMKAIWNF4wGmFJj4tcTrkX5Zk1z2KoYO32Zi2f4rne85x93bUxmJ3_b95dkxzS761MLautW8S17obFE/s200/IMGP3559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262295994097324578" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our creations (from top to bottom) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Syd - black widow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mya - flower</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cam - Scarecrow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ty - the original pumpkin face!</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div></div>camranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07150936331079273380noreply@blogger.com4