tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64719613219018479762024-03-05T06:38:20.742-08:00the nelson'snelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-35813957920931223512010-10-08T19:24:00.000-07:002010-10-08T19:46:32.232-07:00I’m BackThis has been way too long and really can’t come up with any excuses as to my absence. So much has happened and once again I am going to have to back track on my life experiences. Lets start here...right now...with the events of the phone call in the middle of the night.<div><br /></div><div>The phone call.... yes the dreaded phone call that we all know could possibly happen but never want to be on the receiving end of it. Last night we partook of that call. 1:30am the phone rang. Since I was beside the phone I quickly answered it. My sister in law Catherine was on the other end. “Mom has been taken to the hospital via an ambulance. She fell down a flight of stairs and it doesn’t look good.” They were taking her in and were going to do Xrays to see why she was in so much pain. She then told me that she would call back as soon as she found anything out.</div><div><br /></div><div>That sounded serious, but really a fall down the stairs isn’t life threatening and I’m sure she will be OK. We all tend to over react when someone is on their way to a hospital. We tried to go back to sleep but with not much luck. alot of tossing and turning trying to get comfortable and feeling a little uneasy about the next call. 3:30 am the phone rings again. Its Catherine. She begins to tell me the findings from the Xray but it seemed ridiculous. Mom broke her neck, broke 4 ribs, had a brain bleed and cracked a vertibrae (not sure of the spelling but you get the pointe) We were in shock and not really knowing what to do next.</div><div><br /></div><div>So today was day 1 of my Mother in laws terrible accident. She has full movement and feeling but has a broken neck. She is one lucky lady. It seems silly to be able to actually say she is lucky but she is. They attached a cage to her head this morning and drilled it into her skull. She will be wearing this cage for at least 4 months. She is a trooper. Although she is terribly uncomfortable, wants to move her head or have a pillow, she still told us all a long joke.!! Perhaps the morphine was doing its job. We will take one day at a time. At this pointe someone from the family will be at her bedside at all times. When she feels more stable perhaps some breaks will be taken. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight my prayers will be more thoughtful, personal and sincere. Why does it take these kind of experiences for us to appreciate, to love more, to be more kind, grateful, to be thankful.</div><div><br /></div><div>I’m exhausted...goodnight Lillian, I pray you will rest well tonight.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-30921320339423039852010-03-18T11:35:00.001-07:002010-03-18T11:44:59.651-07:00Girls Montana WeekendWell I survived a weekend away with some girlfriends. Some old girlfriends and some new girlfriends. Its always a treat to meet new people and make new friends. We laughed and laughed, cried, told jokes, ate, relaxed, hiked, ate, shopped, shopped and shopped more. It was such a great time and I was sad to see it end. Thanks to all you ladies (Kim James, Kerry Gaudette, Barbie Mcallister, Karen Stewart, Carolyn Brownlee and Marg Smith )who made a great weekend. I hope we have more of those up our sleeve! Don't worry I have deleted some pictures off my camera. What was I thinking?!nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-51875018485382197322010-03-11T06:29:00.000-08:002010-03-11T06:29:52.382-08:00just call us Heavan: you're gonna wanna read this.<a href="http://heatherandevan.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-gonna-wanna-read-this.html">just call us Heavan: you're gonna wanna read this.</a><div><br /></div><div>this very talented young lady is offering a blog design giveaway. I am hoping to win for obvious reasons. check out her blog.</div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-26034076522630688742010-03-10T12:00:00.001-08:002010-03-10T12:08:08.068-08:00The Hair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4O9tImXYpWyEuEkaQ-uzCfiPYjPI_EtYumpK92C3iXhq4nGK8hp-icZQJrqpKPkmRArsVIZC_VGrn6-Ab___GbPIYLhNLo1mqkL3Cz_H-iGPTi3oZ1qwEBUWZjgvmtULL20NXbQUjKg/s1600-h/Photo+126.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/AVvXsEh4O9tImXYpWyEuEkaQ-uzCfiPYjPI_EtYumpK92C3iXhq4nGK8hp-icZQJrqpKPkmRArsVIZC_VGrn6-Ab___GbPIYLhNLo1mqkL3Cz_H-iGPTi3oZ1qwEBUWZjgvmtULL20NXbQUjKg/s320/Photo+126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447099043553638402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The back of my hair...not to bad...kinda looks old lady...oh ya I am.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7zbTFsypzXKIkWGmTnoCWAYJRZsDpriD0-qBgRP0iPlMNPxlwmGqk0KYJoZp3AQTSbHXdFtKDIO446s35pa5yWDtcmI9j8-B6x_GW1dPlCL6SLJskDP3pD2ozWdO34yHL1yyeQdwtw/s1600-h/Photo+117.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/AVvXsEhQ7zbTFsypzXKIkWGmTnoCWAYJRZsDpriD0-qBgRP0iPlMNPxlwmGqk0KYJoZp3AQTSbHXdFtKDIO446s35pa5yWDtcmI9j8-B6x_GW1dPlCL6SLJskDP3pD2ozWdO34yHL1yyeQdwtw/s320/Photo+117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447099038364261810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is from the night before. Still need to wash it and do it myself.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdT7QMRqGK8Y4aubUccS3FhnjxcdNFxQB9fncOVrXfSqUhpBPmvbzL6hQbBQ43vFQHsnkHuSp6SI9_U18OuHpMWYIT8pXu1g-Qtott-uxUmIi0xzjCBQ0eTpY4EWQzkH27oatMwYmf8Q/s1600-h/Photo+121.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/AVvXsEhdT7QMRqGK8Y4aubUccS3FhnjxcdNFxQB9fncOVrXfSqUhpBPmvbzL6hQbBQ43vFQHsnkHuSp6SI9_U18OuHpMWYIT8pXu1g-Qtott-uxUmIi0xzjCBQ0eTpY4EWQzkH27oatMwYmf8Q/s320/Photo+121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447099028487838002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The close up. It says it all I think my eyes look bigger.</div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-34650473396231602892010-03-10T07:00:00.001-08:002010-03-10T07:20:19.349-08:00Cutters RemorseI am feeling a little ridiculous about a decision i made yesterday. I cut my hair. Yes I cut it all off. I didn't just get a trim...took it all off. Here is why I did it.<div>I recently had to get my drivers license renewed and the picture was 10 years old. I had the same hair do. Looking back at all my pictures over time...I had the same hair do. So i decided it was time to change it up. Sounds like a good reason right? So I looked around at peoples hair, checked out the stars and found a hair cut I liked. The problem with this theory is I was always attracted to hair on "beautiful YOUNG people" Perhaps I thought I too would look young and beautiful. Not the case. I just aged myself about 10 years and not so beautiful after all. Here is some advice to the general public about what NOT to say to someone who just chopped their locks off.</div><div>1. Do you like it? (this is pretty much saying please give me permission to tell you it looks horrible)</div><div>2. Did you want it that short?</div><div>3. Are you going to grow it out?</div><div>4. You look different.</div><div>5. Your hair grows fast.</div><div><br /></div><div>and my favorite..... "it's only hair"</div><div><br /></div><div>OK I get it. You don't like it but really this is one of those times that lying is OK and forgivable.</div><div>So I got up this morning really wanting to avoid the mirror, but when i looked it was still there...short and everywhere. I looked like a Q-tip with wrinkles. Oh well...it's only hair. I may even post a picture after i deal with the 'COMPLIMENTS" today. I can hardly wait to go out.</div><div>Come to think about it...I have been lying to alot of people about their ugly hair...I think I am a good person for doing that. Remorsefully , Denise</div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-55391868986406569032010-03-07T07:29:00.001-08:002010-03-07T07:39:57.701-08:00Christmas at the Cabin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLn32gArslCKBbiAIsUiOwGoqCE5o5Tv_zPGIimtqzmmdfBSyU8GxL33eT8wquxw_dktCV3y3H5J7TOJGo3XdBEy2aR1kTSWkrjvLr2I3EsHAr0aupL4YUXEjh8ZnKx5DFBLeTXTqVA/s1600-h/DSC_0132.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/AVvXsEgFLn32gArslCKBbiAIsUiOwGoqCE5o5Tv_zPGIimtqzmmdfBSyU8GxL33eT8wquxw_dktCV3y3H5J7TOJGo3XdBEy2aR1kTSWkrjvLr2I3EsHAr0aupL4YUXEjh8ZnKx5DFBLeTXTqVA/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445916001437720898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A beautiful snowy day for sledding. The kids loved every minute of it.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtmYFK2B2BGYT7TPln7nWF4qmtf1YVsNCOVhHbHJerZSO9b20CPtRgTf2nxfmDe_z_fcr2z2HdSDPDVI9N8fsmTSZvWOBq693GFfrgRNvRNSQa8oCU6LI6bT88lxF7VZ5evEfOTXYNQg/s1600-h/DSC_0032.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/AVvXsEhtmYFK2B2BGYT7TPln7nWF4qmtf1YVsNCOVhHbHJerZSO9b20CPtRgTf2nxfmDe_z_fcr2z2HdSDPDVI9N8fsmTSZvWOBq693GFfrgRNvRNSQa8oCU6LI6bT88lxF7VZ5evEfOTXYNQg/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445915990562012226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bathtime is always a favorite time to snap pictures. This tub is so perfect for these little monkeys. Emory on the left is looking calm, but she creates alot of tension, tears and screaming from the other kids. She loves to splash them in the face!! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRC7rBDwlrnPlYwv8yDfG_MfwrnqgSyr3O8US4WF_BnTpOd3O5BSo9FQRycgDeFjmaBsocQLJE542-IIW6FVw9DOn1hXYw7V-Lm6BcYVWYoHYRsBQsyP_gXiwEpf16WQyKwfML1827A/s1600-h/DSC_0060.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/AVvXsEjbRC7rBDwlrnPlYwv8yDfG_MfwrnqgSyr3O8US4WF_BnTpOd3O5BSo9FQRycgDeFjmaBsocQLJE542-IIW6FVw9DOn1hXYw7V-Lm6BcYVWYoHYRsBQsyP_gXiwEpf16WQyKwfML1827A/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445915980291400162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is ring around a rosie. I do believe that we are on our 43rd time of doing this little game. Emory kept insisting we do it again. Some things just never get old to a toddler. Once again we see Caden in is underwear.</div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-22347502312879182862010-03-07T07:16:00.000-08:002010-03-07T07:27:32.594-08:00Cruising...November 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7uVb4RwuokglpHYMxzsm87sN8ln3-n4a12UMSxKNzNBnQFXTNLKVAw3BhapfTQcOVMVXta0O8taej6-GJeNdRu31ydodBqZLbTOUNquvC-9z9Sg_yLtk_vSKnPjoSVoCXflmyxNu3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1284.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/AVvXsEhG7uVb4RwuokglpHYMxzsm87sN8ln3-n4a12UMSxKNzNBnQFXTNLKVAw3BhapfTQcOVMVXta0O8taej6-GJeNdRu31ydodBqZLbTOUNquvC-9z9Sg_yLtk_vSKnPjoSVoCXflmyxNu3Q/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445913466391574850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWdyHDJ0lxbsb6wzFkl-bQohpaYECkFS5Ud9M3fOJzNMZV9kmuW92XXHRGeY7m8ambbL53iYGY94VFPql7KpeT6C0FM5ClevDBksV-wootDdkOtjJV8NygEnAvlG0U4nyGyy8wuVzRg/s1600-h/IMG_1263.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/AVvXsEgPWdyHDJ0lxbsb6wzFkl-bQohpaYECkFS5Ud9M3fOJzNMZV9kmuW92XXHRGeY7m8ambbL53iYGY94VFPql7KpeT6C0FM5ClevDBksV-wootDdkOtjJV8NygEnAvlG0U4nyGyy8wuVzRg/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445913452212120370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RoWiRa9FWCd3gMpwjUgHB1ptTjWFPeph1J5B4WZKjXxVNbUR3ttZfpVg3EnIH1RqQoEvPZHdfHh1H4yXqzH5DDwm3gelghfizfBvcNuAH3CHJLp9FxiLQPG_k1C17LUuUxu7Q8zTaA/s1600-h/IMG_1318.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/AVvXsEg-RoWiRa9FWCd3gMpwjUgHB1ptTjWFPeph1J5B4WZKjXxVNbUR3ttZfpVg3EnIH1RqQoEvPZHdfHh1H4yXqzH5DDwm3gelghfizfBvcNuAH3CHJLp9FxiLQPG_k1C17LUuUxu7Q8zTaA/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445913444575101746" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-72471367206626362632010-03-06T14:00:00.001-08:002010-03-06T14:01:44.206-08:00Caden and Grandma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZthLydBTkIdEuOctpqcvM11UKTLvUibO6g3g6Ez_-zB9YhKMVpCWQBfWwlgPM92wrVpoRdKZZEl3TWJaq_4LdtBnXB2lRlqEMJH7drwfoqXWYMQ7SXI_-OGrdq9OrJVDpxu97qRyxA/s1600-h/Photo+127.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/AVvXsEgyZthLydBTkIdEuOctpqcvM11UKTLvUibO6g3g6Ez_-zB9YhKMVpCWQBfWwlgPM92wrVpoRdKZZEl3TWJaq_4LdtBnXB2lRlqEMJH7drwfoqXWYMQ7SXI_-OGrdq9OrJVDpxu97qRyxA/s320/Photo+127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445644398840063986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uY6vjUqiMI5CNID5O6raWPjLpV49VgllgKg0KdZWYwstmh4ivanAFN11WUkle0ejw_UxplhX6td_eIUwkGkh5cdWDBYYYfytpDrF42QJhVpMPrgWfGCZKay1sG4DmH3_OdofBLSelw/s1600-h/Photo+126.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/AVvXsEj4uY6vjUqiMI5CNID5O6raWPjLpV49VgllgKg0KdZWYwstmh4ivanAFN11WUkle0ejw_UxplhX6td_eIUwkGkh5cdWDBYYYfytpDrF42QJhVpMPrgWfGCZKay1sG4DmH3_OdofBLSelw/s320/Photo+126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445644391735234210" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-81609758666984142232010-03-06T13:42:00.000-08:002010-03-06T13:54:50.777-08:00Run in the SunToday was a day I was dreading. I didn't want to wake up because I knew what lay ahead of me. An 18 mile run. 3 hours of running. Sweating. Tired legs. Aching hips. A sore toe...and the list could go on. But lets just stop the complaining right there. Here's how the day went.<div><ul><li>woke up at 6:00am ...ignored the clock and went back to sleep</li><li>woke up at 6:10am ....ignored the clock and went back to sleep</li><li>this pattern continues until 7:30am</li><li>8:00am headed out the door for the run</li><li>realized I didn't eat and probably am going to be in trouble for that</li><li>ran till I met chelsey about 1 mile out of Okotoks</li><li>running on the way back home ...mile 13 it was getting hard</li><li>mile 14 legs were starting to cramp</li><li>realized my error in not hydrating properly and eating prior to run</li><li>mile 15 disliked my Daughter danielle for getting me into this</li><li>mile 16 starting to really slow down and having to play head games</li><li>mile 17 can see the end and it is soooo hard to keep running</li><li>mile 18 had to add a loop in the neighborhood because I think I may be short distance</li><li>finished</li><li>hobbled to the bath</li><li>soaked</li><li>slept</li><li>ate</li></ul><div>Now here is the crazy thing. You would think I would be soooo tired that I just can't get anything done. Not the case. I have polished the appliances, vacumed the house, washed the floors and getting ready to do the toilets. I have so much energy and motivation to get stuff done. I was happy to send Allan and Mackensie out so I would not be disturbed. Isn't this crazy?I wonder if I will crash tonight. Lets hope so. Or maybe I should go out to a movie. hmmm.</div></div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-81580073869777051232010-03-04T14:46:00.001-08:002010-03-04T15:00:28.805-08:00Art Lessons<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1G45uEHI4FYcyI92lQvl-L52S9SJ_20gcQ11wLCHi9fqZAVvTbFcYtAGwQpzF-t3OiUsNrgW2ayx3zC-lRPPcrwC1bRRijBFpY-v3uM2Mh-k708Q4uV-mRqq8-PBgbf9Q0AlN5FNBA/s1600-h/DSC_0393.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/AVvXsEiC1G45uEHI4FYcyI92lQvl-L52S9SJ_20gcQ11wLCHi9fqZAVvTbFcYtAGwQpzF-t3OiUsNrgW2ayx3zC-lRPPcrwC1bRRijBFpY-v3uM2Mh-k708Q4uV-mRqq8-PBgbf9Q0AlN5FNBA/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444915257895416258" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "> I am trying my hand at Art classes again and I must say I am loving it. Here is my latest painting. It even looks 10x better in real life. Everyone should try their hand at painting.</span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEO0uVKyKyU-mLf8oQ55_FyayYPPXoI-CYUtIYEBqPHoDGzo4ha3VCZ3B5GKkBLBU6rUFK31VhA19lkqAhQ-ob-4di1XO63iUAtmqtC5j7A1waH_oLq4She2A3QTMevV9QCunYFpRJ1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0394.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/AVvXsEiEO0uVKyKyU-mLf8oQ55_FyayYPPXoI-CYUtIYEBqPHoDGzo4ha3VCZ3B5GKkBLBU6rUFK31VhA19lkqAhQ-ob-4di1XO63iUAtmqtC5j7A1waH_oLq4She2A3QTMevV9QCunYFpRJ1Q/s320/DSC_0394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444915249880460642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is my first picture after I had taken a long break. It was fun to do.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnUXLgtv0ZEzoOZ3FtA-VMu9LczNzx0uJzqZTKGbLYY3c1d6pXq4VjgJu89kholQrdIuPdTB7Yv79VbEWwWuUVJLeK8HbLmU3q2861oiHZAKfkEAPKVzjxNskMYH8vrNvoDZIBnD0rA/s1600-h/DSC_0395.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/AVvXsEjAnUXLgtv0ZEzoOZ3FtA-VMu9LczNzx0uJzqZTKGbLYY3c1d6pXq4VjgJu89kholQrdIuPdTB7Yv79VbEWwWuUVJLeK8HbLmU3q2861oiHZAKfkEAPKVzjxNskMYH8vrNvoDZIBnD0rA/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444915236435504946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I think this will be the new home for my painting. Not sure if it needs a frame.? I'd accept opinions on that.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYErlKeK-AOlu4a_pz4pN1xBkaqKx5jAhfCWhjxWzF3x2jPz_LUdW6THsmWgBJJaOElv4L-576QeUDqOR5oHmeNoPzyco-GbbhaKfKTSEd042J2bKHRqRUp3cLqhrOu7jg2wj-FsHWA/s1600-h/DSC_0396.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/AVvXsEiSYErlKeK-AOlu4a_pz4pN1xBkaqKx5jAhfCWhjxWzF3x2jPz_LUdW6THsmWgBJJaOElv4L-576QeUDqOR5oHmeNoPzyco-GbbhaKfKTSEd042J2bKHRqRUp3cLqhrOu7jg2wj-FsHWA/s320/DSC_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444915228324748626" /></a>Here is what I did with some recent family pictures. I had a framers double mat the pictures and then I put them in an old window frame I had on my wall. I really think it looks great.!nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-79848968214552836522010-03-03T06:11:00.000-08:002010-03-03T06:20:29.143-08:00My daily routine of runningThis is how I feel...grandma out trying to run a marathon. Hopefully I am looking slightly better than this old woman. April 17th is the big marathon day and I have been training now for months. I must say I am excited to get this over yet scared that I will never put a pair of running shoes on again when I finish. Today is a dreaded 9 miles. Not sure when I am going to get that hour and half run in but somewhere, somehow it will make it onto my "to do list'. This weekend I am really looking forward to the longest run I will have ever done. .......18 miles....... Go Grandma go... or as Emory says" go gamma go".....or as Remy says...." go mamma go" and Caden says...".go gwama go'!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMq5PNB15v2wi37IqzRb7ZQf1ugY_37I4yCbUJUmwEiZKeAZ9i9CwU8Lu5gmRoRc-Lf3tbDnfI-7klhefjDX7pHnxq_vsTWXhaMT_OubPz2VNqY-k16d8za_RaPlXKQQJmPBZrZZT0w/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMq5PNB15v2wi37IqzRb7ZQf1ugY_37I4yCbUJUmwEiZKeAZ9i9CwU8Lu5gmRoRc-Lf3tbDnfI-7klhefjDX7pHnxq_vsTWXhaMT_OubPz2VNqY-k16d8za_RaPlXKQQJmPBZrZZT0w/s400/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444410316103508898" /></a></div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-50806293687421088132010-03-02T21:51:00.001-08:002010-03-02T22:05:26.442-08:00Sisters Getaway!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQFOjF3TtHy9UVo6ThaK0Xa1tv6tyLdDnNABkfyud4tQyMP5tzFNLsdo3CuJdsHhcsQ1rbdwqkT1ZUuzZt1DUY61akjVKqDI2LPVCTZd2tUlzIoL7ZIHeADmoUbdROv_hcU8GPjXmGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0617.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/AVvXsEhvQFOjF3TtHy9UVo6ThaK0Xa1tv6tyLdDnNABkfyud4tQyMP5tzFNLsdo3CuJdsHhcsQ1rbdwqkT1ZUuzZt1DUY61akjVKqDI2LPVCTZd2tUlzIoL7ZIHeADmoUbdROv_hcU8GPjXmGQ/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444282402680024178" /></a> The three sisters at the St George Temple.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Jeanine Olsen, Teresa Baldry, Denise Nelson<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSdSv5tdz0sfnG-PxoagrWysWFoh40wdqV1cEsaFeo5UqkoU_UpN4qJbnrXrvXB9ONMyQDLs0_nZf-FBUY8UujbalBh5Dt0yQyS6a7ASV4N9EeNhtXo6bOlyU1-BWN0QrLeMJAqBnQ4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0610.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/AVvXsEhSdSv5tdz0sfnG-PxoagrWysWFoh40wdqV1cEsaFeo5UqkoU_UpN4qJbnrXrvXB9ONMyQDLs0_nZf-FBUY8UujbalBh5Dt0yQyS6a7ASV4N9EeNhtXo6bOlyU1-BWN0QrLeMJAqBnQ4Q/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444282398159408658" /></a> Trying so hard to run and land before the automatic flash went off. </div><div> We never did make it but sure had a good time trying!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0VwEwy57Kj_nw5TJJWph2OIUPs0V5mKR003_xFznLVVUUU2SZb5f9LTMn1JLyEt5BDSdIxMt9jUOd5r2iri7w8evZ_5z81XsohwESTWF5LqJW5Avbnzk4JGeUDWhXH0Hvx-iyxYS4A/s1600-h/IMG_0604.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/AVvXsEjQ0VwEwy57Kj_nw5TJJWph2OIUPs0V5mKR003_xFznLVVUUU2SZb5f9LTMn1JLyEt5BDSdIxMt9jUOd5r2iri7w8evZ_5z81XsohwESTWF5LqJW5Avbnzk4JGeUDWhXH0Hvx-iyxYS4A/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444282386785982434" /></a> My sister Jeanine's vacation home in St. George. Nice. So glad we are related.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUZddjkI7APocCZsfFi_cwnXokKGLlUYxohVP2iNwV8JRhvRsYyOwJyuj0QmHOs_Z-ji5yzz_tD1Y7fGhyphenhyphenFwBP5jl_o24_IK68za3eKV2yAxVVVUjVmTAy5d7THAumNRLlQ-ZaA_ajA/s1600-h/IMG_0582.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/AVvXsEgVUZddjkI7APocCZsfFi_cwnXokKGLlUYxohVP2iNwV8JRhvRsYyOwJyuj0QmHOs_Z-ji5yzz_tD1Y7fGhyphenhyphenFwBP5jl_o24_IK68za3eKV2yAxVVVUjVmTAy5d7THAumNRLlQ-ZaA_ajA/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444282372686149954" /></a> Here is evidence that I will not be entering the "celestial kingdom" as we put back the ornament and left the store. Sometimes we just never grow up.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFr_M2bWmhM-kEUbmCbLeP6mxsVqTw6_Uy0goIt8FORRxw7HWSzaCOPb7R520HWsc6iEid2xK0ODuUXF7YzlxwNv0C65tBPmKQ0MdPKK2CEY4pBqDl-eeBd2THGa7JoC7CYnjsFeG7g/s1600-h/IMG_0587.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/AVvXsEhwFr_M2bWmhM-kEUbmCbLeP6mxsVqTw6_Uy0goIt8FORRxw7HWSzaCOPb7R520HWsc6iEid2xK0ODuUXF7YzlxwNv0C65tBPmKQ0MdPKK2CEY4pBqDl-eeBd2THGa7JoC7CYnjsFeG7g/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444282364318778962" /></a> The three of us at Target, with no husbands waiting...a dream come true. </div><div> I think we need to do this again real soon.</div></div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-87722998469985749382010-03-02T09:57:00.000-08:002010-03-02T09:59:38.871-08:00Here are a few pictures to back my list. We were in Maui in October and we took with us Allans Mom, Lillian and Mackensie's travelling friend Alyssa Steed. Wouldn't it be nice to be someone's travelling friend.? It seems we have no choice as it keeps Kensie very occupied and happy. Which leads to very happy parents while trying to relax on a holiday. More pics to come!nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-4476154765116577382010-03-02T09:27:00.001-08:002010-03-02T09:54:32.959-08:00Hawaii ...Maui...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxCI6gZd7ii6zAazvdKVqK1mfAcsMdJhVvAqBAyvWwJYlwGp-Bxzx_hc7MGABgrbyEcyAKilm5V4PRslR47HkryyWIFBAlP-uPPZcoT6I7-QsK73X52mALPGJRmK9FqT39Gfxmhwtsw/s1600-h/IMG_1184.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/AVvXsEgNxCI6gZd7ii6zAazvdKVqK1mfAcsMdJhVvAqBAyvWwJYlwGp-Bxzx_hc7MGABgrbyEcyAKilm5V4PRslR47HkryyWIFBAlP-uPPZcoT6I7-QsK73X52mALPGJRmK9FqT39Gfxmhwtsw/s400/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444090839772843506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZutxvTqIttQa72Q3dorvRgkDYC7R00usuyy_kSMem3iewabr_qtUGl3Zrl1ivTBAEnSXks-PwlY8k9pfEhllyN85EhfGBIwauIpziwHNmGYuLnWxuvvrYTR0oQ71bvw2fcqIJN5sFLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1158.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/AVvXsEjZutxvTqIttQa72Q3dorvRgkDYC7R00usuyy_kSMem3iewabr_qtUGl3Zrl1ivTBAEnSXks-PwlY8k9pfEhllyN85EhfGBIwauIpziwHNmGYuLnWxuvvrYTR0oQ71bvw2fcqIJN5sFLQ/s400/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444090832864037122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTmtTYaVUZKjrHdc2l8GstNAPvo6FH7jF7ax-BKhBrwRNQqFFQJ6RRv3rzjOmyzT-yLyEZ3pLfDx0kWWediIwwMn4CcnCd8RMabl_MEN2Hftbpq7omKmrPOo2vqt6F9QbZnbNmFPbnQ/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTmtTYaVUZKjrHdc2l8GstNAPvo6FH7jF7ax-BKhBrwRNQqFFQJ6RRv3rzjOmyzT-yLyEZ3pLfDx0kWWediIwwMn4CcnCd8RMabl_MEN2Hftbpq7omKmrPOo2vqt6F9QbZnbNmFPbnQ/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444090820988393394" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-38043149449560476012010-02-25T20:14:00.000-08:002010-02-25T20:23:33.518-08:00It has been way too long and time for me to get back at blogging. I love to read everyone else's blogs and am always so impressed with the way they put things together. Perhaps I might try and do a blog that might half interest one of my family members to read!<div><br /></div><div>Here's the update on whats happened since last April and in random order because it takes way too much energy to do it in any order!</div><div><br /></div><div>1. got rid of the dog!</div><div>2. went on a cruise</div><div>3. went to Maui</div><div>4. training for a marathon</div><div>5. took 8 of mackensie's friends to the cabin for a weekend</div><div>6. spend part of christmas at the cabin</div><div>7. put the cabin up for sale</div><div>8. bought new lake land and hoping to build</div><div>9. got arthritis in my knuckle on my wedding finger</div><div>10. ring won't fit now</div><div>11. kensie turned 14</div><div>12. ran to eureka and back to cabin (16 miles)</div><div>13. allans doing a triathalon in March</div><div>14. Chelsey and Brian bought a house</div><div>15. Danielle and Zack bought a condo</div><div>16. Emory is hospitalized with RSV</div><div>17. took a trip to SLC with just the girls and Remy/Caden</div><div>18. went to Vegas/St. George with my sisters for Teresa's 50th</div><div>19. turned 49</div><div>20. hired a cleaning lady</div><div>21. got rid of the cleaning lady</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I will add to the list as I remember what I did this last year. Hopefully I can find a few pictures to back my list!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm back. It's going to be fun.</div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-65134702333415819432009-04-01T08:03:00.000-07:002009-04-01T08:08:59.695-07:00GunnarThe new puppy was finally added to the family. I probably should not be the one writing about the creature as he is pretty much my full responsibilities and its HARD! Here are some of the things this cute puppy can do.<div>1. shed hair</div><div>2. loves to eat toilet paper ( and not partial to used either)</div><div>3. eats underwear</div><div>4. bites like crazy</div><div>5. chase anything that moves</div><div>6. run, run, run</div><div>7. eat</div><div>8. poop</div><div>9. poop</div><div>10. poop</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the reason we are keeping him.</div><div>1. haven't come up with one yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>I must say though that he is sooo cute despite all his bad behaviour. Everytime I take him for a walk I am stopped by someone who admires him and they always say "Those are very smart dogs" Then I always reply do you want him. (little do they know that I am dead serious) So far no takers!! I guess we will stick out the training the puppy thing and hopefully we will have that smart dog that everyone keeps telling me about! Can't wait.</div><div><br /></div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-25343277920212976162009-04-01T08:00:00.000-07:002009-04-01T08:03:25.904-07:00The New Puppy - Gunnar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif47rOd9ymgOzQ34aqgoG-GTU5xtGORx6jcc1lRjYcbd3-Km6dPdHybxQ27Z7pqW_QvZTZ5jPFThDKm74LRVoxwJ9jNRwjicQ42tt8qptJ9md4cB8EMjQZVnLyI52lSiP22y9RwAowQ/s1600-h/100_6720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjif47rOd9ymgOzQ34aqgoG-GTU5xtGORx6jcc1lRjYcbd3-Km6dPdHybxQ27Z7pqW_QvZTZ5jPFThDKm74LRVoxwJ9jNRwjicQ42tt8qptJ9md4cB8EMjQZVnLyI52lSiP22y9RwAowQ/s400/100_6720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738412789071074" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-56089020460366234272009-04-01T06:49:00.000-07:002009-04-01T06:54:07.357-07:00I must admit that when I first started doing this blog it was so much fun and exciting. Well it still is but I just never seem to have the time to add anything to it. So I am recommiting myself to do a better job.<div><br /></div><div>Once again we have had more snow last night. This is crazy and I am ready to put on a bathing suit and run up and down the street screaming "I want summer!" Ok, that is a little extreme but I'm tired of the winter.!! Next week we all head to Salt Lake to visit the Oakeys and spend easter with them. Can't wait, its been way to long since I've smothered Emory with kisses. Don't worry Zack I'll save a few for you too!! 8 days and counting!!</div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-32412060691098510042009-04-01T06:24:00.000-07:002009-04-01T06:39:07.061-07:00Salt Lake Visit - January<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVsmSnFUqTvjFLxJNPq9uXqG5f4mCQFxrn9PT6UVUD2Qg_AjFbtY2nA88edWw-RXEmElo9zbIzlMz8YPP9CaUhAqHXUD_91R67q722CVXyZQNV9pKFl3DiyYSrRxEaOg2k5EuEoL38rA/s1600-h/IMG_0100.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/AVvXsEhVsmSnFUqTvjFLxJNPq9uXqG5f4mCQFxrn9PT6UVUD2Qg_AjFbtY2nA88edWw-RXEmElo9zbIzlMz8YPP9CaUhAqHXUD_91R67q722CVXyZQNV9pKFl3DiyYSrRxEaOg2k5EuEoL38rA/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319715966926598194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiglvP0K_RL9d0wiP3O62SkgdpZrOiRkBO3RiO1m-kGHKvJO985OiUH9VLGDqJ6UsgDH3A7QCwr7GkNGP0oBofo1HcEfgF_eViGmVmtA6ss0lFy47SNQze6abBdSGG-hgBxU0zqG0LA/s1600-h/IMG_0133.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/AVvXsEgdiglvP0K_RL9d0wiP3O62SkgdpZrOiRkBO3RiO1m-kGHKvJO985OiUH9VLGDqJ6UsgDH3A7QCwr7GkNGP0oBofo1HcEfgF_eViGmVmtA6ss0lFy47SNQze6abBdSGG-hgBxU0zqG0LA/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319715963549680578" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-88093124911095517652009-01-09T21:53:00.000-08:002009-01-09T21:56:15.323-08:00Tree Falling Over<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvfD8CayLO95GthOVw4pvLzlX6YKbAI_R0abXpErtLuAXJjJ5ZovaT5y2DCeuJRg73rx4NKpMm4Z5V2kwOlLlouvBNET0yuvG_T7jFJooYVVCgnCPq8ELFdIQuXlUm7NaCAKjHk_s9w/s1600-h/100_6968.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvfD8CayLO95GthOVw4pvLzlX6YKbAI_R0abXpErtLuAXJjJ5ZovaT5y2DCeuJRg73rx4NKpMm4Z5V2kwOlLlouvBNET0yuvG_T7jFJooYVVCgnCPq8ELFdIQuXlUm7NaCAKjHk_s9w/s400/100_6968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289539699153126274" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-55164840299160114872009-01-09T21:45:00.000-08:002009-01-09T21:49:16.156-08:00Christmas at the Cabin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31y_6bn-DgF5ZkIp0j28MdJuTNuv-ZA9BmjuODVA-dOEh-kFHgb58YePLj4vJjGlX4xMsv7847NfeD44qMSXI4nn1BUvRykMGPObp-5mi_4YC7c0LqiCpzeGGvZkBGJPRFIxwYa0EGg/s1600-h/100_6964.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31y_6bn-DgF5ZkIp0j28MdJuTNuv-ZA9BmjuODVA-dOEh-kFHgb58YePLj4vJjGlX4xMsv7847NfeD44qMSXI4nn1BUvRykMGPObp-5mi_4YC7c0LqiCpzeGGvZkBGJPRFIxwYa0EGg/s320/100_6964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289537518185149810" /></a>Take a look at our first "charlie brown" christmas tree. It was so light you could lift it with one hand even though it was 10 feet tall. Caden likes to wear Grandmas reading glasses, he was always walking around with them on!!nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-20855139389397094202008-11-20T11:28:00.000-08:002008-11-20T11:31:07.550-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV6pvzu1qVz2ro9PyBrW-hffhr8b93gCo59xbgp_j8Fhr64HlfooFdgKFhzFJUTMj28X90wzf19-O_m9kfdCMRIQ-VzMyDE_1hzsHdfWuU7sBEHHvQ8rpqJ_Aih-3LfdclpXTzS6sbeQ/s1600-h/IMG_5896.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/AVvXsEjV6pvzu1qVz2ro9PyBrW-hffhr8b93gCo59xbgp_j8Fhr64HlfooFdgKFhzFJUTMj28X90wzf19-O_m9kfdCMRIQ-VzMyDE_1hzsHdfWuU7sBEHHvQ8rpqJ_Aih-3LfdclpXTzS6sbeQ/s320/IMG_5896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270824487344980146" /></a>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-5542092051447783892008-11-20T08:59:00.000-08:002008-11-20T11:20:18.650-08:00The Terrible Two'sHow I love the Terrible Two's now! I am experienceing this most wonderful stage of life through the eyes of a Grandma. I forgot how unreasonable and loud a 2 year old could be when he doesn't get to hold the violin and run wildly around the house. I forgot how a two year old likes to do artwork on the freshly painted renovated house. I forgot how the 2 year old chooses the white bedspread to drink his apple juice sippy cup on. ( that leaks everywhere ) I forgot how a two year loves to eat rice all on his own and when he is done there is an outline of his body on the chair. I forgot how a two year old insists on licking all of grandmas windows and mirrored tables! And the best part is when its time for him to leave to go home, he heads out the door, looks back and says "See ya guys and I love you Grandma." It is then at that moment as I stand there in my now slightly used home that I wish he didn't have to go. I always look forward to the moment I open up the front door and there he stands ready to enter and start it all over again. Yes, life just doesn't get better.nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-58126891661808726122008-11-19T05:44:00.000-08:002008-11-19T05:48:07.253-08:00My TurnI just couldn't resist posting this picture of Remy covering her cousin Emory's mouth with her hand. It is as if she is saying we have heard enough from you and its my turn!! They are just the most adorable two babies and I just can't get enough of them. We are all missing Emory and her many comments and I'm sure Remy would be happy to hear from her again!!<div><br /></div>nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6471961321901847976.post-34507656525841208432008-11-01T21:58:00.000-07:002008-11-02T17:14:08.927-08:00Halloween Preparations <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAsfxQBCilVCtg8J-DujdmmQcQWjOjXFgHu3Wr6eRphYTp3RMTx5IqhbSLfN40-ja2h66kyrRnpFInkI-_1BScDdQIC1LKbQo5YKOiH2-5_UjGigVRqYVE8ecvE-0ty21RHcM_p2SaA/s1600-h/100_6520.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/AVvXsEjHAsfxQBCilVCtg8J-DujdmmQcQWjOjXFgHu3Wr6eRphYTp3RMTx5IqhbSLfN40-ja2h66kyrRnpFInkI-_1BScDdQIC1LKbQo5YKOiH2-5_UjGigVRqYVE8ecvE-0ty21RHcM_p2SaA/s320/100_6520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920904182048306" /></a> Carving our pumpkin on Halloween night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-k_UHeOwy54tFXnONG0wVSpNIBoOv8Od6eUTiuAUG3AdyfiRgqg-XkHbqgfMNScJ9rnXGUsvGWJEa4-p43ijM7joAAj61g0iLPpgZuqwN3llbjmoDVuf8FvUkveuIs-dwY5I0iifr7w/s1600-h/100_6518.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/AVvXsEj-k_UHeOwy54tFXnONG0wVSpNIBoOv8Od6eUTiuAUG3AdyfiRgqg-XkHbqgfMNScJ9rnXGUsvGWJEa4-p43ijM7joAAj61g0iLPpgZuqwN3llbjmoDVuf8FvUkveuIs-dwY5I0iifr7w/s320/100_6518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263920895888790306" /></a> Mackensie the police officer gutting the pumpkin.nelson famhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02511494813167139602noreply@blogger.com1