tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87398692396618158522024-03-14T00:55:29.464-07:00The Baird FamilyCandicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-38951873483187408492009-01-19T11:17:00.000-08:002009-01-19T11:35:00.719-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SXTVeOt8pNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gdhu2s2fAsQ/s1600-h/IMG_9075.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SXTVeOt8pNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gdhu2s2fAsQ/s320/IMG_9075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293090177390781650" /></a><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SXTSkVyOiII/AAAAAAAAAIU/ECTGIXG_wnI/s320/IMG_8899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293086983832111234" /><br /><div>Daniel Isaac Baird</div><div>January 10th, 2009</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SXTSkslPWrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fM6A0EV0Idk/s320/IMG_8906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293086989951654578" /></span></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-28361825971818145762009-01-02T07:06:00.000-08:002009-01-02T07:42:57.549-08:002 Weeks to go!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SV41cTOy4EI/AAAAAAAAAII/1Myv4OLblTs/s1600-h/_MG_8747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SV41cTOy4EI/AAAAAAAAAII/1Myv4OLblTs/s400/_MG_8747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286721772894478402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> Me acting goofy.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SV4yIsv_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/LRsvgJ3Cg_A/s1600-h/_MG_8769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SV4yIsv_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/LRsvgJ3Cg_A/s400/_MG_8769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718137612330850" /></a> Josh and I went up to my uncle's studio several weeks ago and took a few pics. These are two of the few that were not taken in raw format. I have no idea how to upload the raw ones, too big.</div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-642774338746433452008-07-11T06:32:00.000-07:002008-07-11T06:42:48.837-07:00I'm PREGO!<div style="text-align: center;">I'm finally in the clear after a few scares.<br />Today makes 12 wks. 4 days!<br />I'm due January 19th.<br />We had an ultrasound done yesterday and the baby was<br />actually waving and opening and closing its mouth.<br />Seems crazy that this 2 inch little person is<br />really inside me moving around and growing like crazy. <br />I can't wait to find out what the gender is!<br /></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-28221504924923112022008-06-08T06:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:26.637-08:00How we ROW in our family!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SEvlmf3syyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JTQAHL1wPqw/s1600-h/IMG_4846.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209509843537021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SEvlmf3syyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JTQAHL1wPqw/s400/IMG_4846.JPG" border="0" /></a> If you were in the boat with us you would know there is a quarter size hole constantly leaking. We can only take the boat out on the pond for about 15 minutes at a time otherwise we would start to sink! Note the shovel my mom is using to row.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SEvlm48MGuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Z74Na4zNwq0/s1600-h/IMG_4806.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209509850266737378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SEvlm48MGuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Z74Na4zNwq0/s400/IMG_4806.JPG" border="0" /></a> For some reason in almost every picture I have taken of my </div><div align="center">mom her eyes are closed. She sure is good looking!</div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-54736780510262673282008-05-05T09:48:00.000-07:002008-05-05T09:51:43.947-07:00Potty Training!<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">I have started to try to potty train Davis and am in need of some help. What books have you read or what advise can you give? He will start to go in the potty but won't finish. Then he gets up and goes elsewhere in the house about 10 minutes later, gross.</span>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-56512569698220649562008-04-25T13:37:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:27.823-08:00Camping<div align="center"><br />Josh,Davis and I went camping with several friends last weekend. We had such a great time. Davis was so content outside with the bugs and dirt. He called our tent his house. We can't wait to go again when the weather cools off.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193287068448484786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDEtOAbbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YEutW8EW8k8/s200/camping%26Isabelle+003.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193287077038419394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDFNOAbcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O-J2nIVhP6I/s200/camping%26Isabelle+011.jpg" border="0" /> Davis looking for more BUGS!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDFdOAbdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZfWNA6aj_g4/s1600-h/camping%26Isabelle+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193287081333386706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDFdOAbdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZfWNA6aj_g4/s200/camping%26Isabelle+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was our friend that would visit almost every meal.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDFtOAbeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sIKffWi5zT8/s1600-h/camping%26Isabelle+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193287085628354018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDFtOAbeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sIKffWi5zT8/s200/camping%26Isabelle+031.jpg" border="0" /></a> Naptime.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDGNOAbfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5LmfERuj84A/s1600-h/camping%26Isabelle+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193287094218288626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/SBJDGNOAbfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5LmfERuj84A/s200/camping%26Isabelle+043.jpg" width="220" border="0" /></a> Yes, I know. The bike is pink, I promise it </p><p align="center"> isn't his.</p>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-44613658300863510632008-03-24T09:50:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:28.491-08:00Wedding Day!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fdOyak0RI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pyY5ZmwMgWc/s1600-h/picture+118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fdOyak0RI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pyY5ZmwMgWc/s400/picture+118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181353142434189586" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fdPCak0SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ViU2mBoaET8/s1600-h/picture+172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fdPCak0SI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ViU2mBoaET8/s400/picture+172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181353146729156898" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fdQSak0TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7IqbQpTIFZQ/s1600-h/picture+318.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fdQSak0TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7IqbQpTIFZQ/s400/picture+318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181353168203993394" /></a><br /><br /> This is one of my most memorable days! We had so much fun at our wedding. Josh has been THE BEST husband ever.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-47957154893152292092008-03-24T09:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:28.653-08:00Day at the Park<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fbciak0QI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fxeq3CR7NMc/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fbciak0QI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fxeq3CR7NMc/s400/IMG_3653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181351179634135298" /></a><br /><br /><br /> An old picture of Davis and Everett at the Bridgeland Park.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-9100920298073199342008-03-24T08:28:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:29.154-08:00Houston Marathon<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fKKSak0PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HYva3JGbUc8/s1600-h/IMG_5189.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fKKSak0PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HYva3JGbUc8/s320/IMG_5189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181332174403850482" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fJXiak0NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w_zl1IDuGTQ/s1600-h/IMG_5187.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R-fJXiak0NI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w_zl1IDuGTQ/s320/IMG_5187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181331302525489362" /></a><br /><br />Josh ran the Houston Marathon! My crazy mom decided to run alongside Josh with Davis.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-56625550690290397192007-12-31T08:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T06:46:29.670-08:00Christmas!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R3kV1NP_sEI/AAAAAAAAADk/n3nIV9XDHvI/s1600-h/IMG_5133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R3kV1NP_sEI/AAAAAAAAADk/n3nIV9XDHvI/s320/IMG_5133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150171652708872258" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R3kV1dP_sFI/AAAAAAAAADs/O9QOFLVZXSk/s1600-h/IMG_5139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R3kV1dP_sFI/AAAAAAAAADs/O9QOFLVZXSk/s320/IMG_5139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150171657003839570" /></a><br /><br />Davis' first and last harley.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-20491300585887556072007-11-28T07:57:00.000-08:002008-12-11T06:46:29.881-08:00Vacation!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R02RUClt7-I/AAAAAAAAADc/EKC9ofKG87Y/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R02RUClt7-I/AAAAAAAAADc/EKC9ofKG87Y/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137922523378085858" /></a><br /><br /><br /> Josh and I took our first trip alone without Davis to San Antonio! We stayed on the riverwalk for 4 nights. We had a relaxing and fun time.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-80307711962452958722007-11-28T07:44:00.000-08:002008-12-11T06:46:30.198-08:00Davis' breakfast!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R02Otilt79I/AAAAAAAAADU/xuSyxIWQRYg/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/R02Otilt79I/AAAAAAAAADU/xuSyxIWQRYg/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137919662929866706" /></a><br /><br /><br /> Davis came running to me telling me the baby finished her breakfast. I had no idea what he was talking about until I discoverd the doll!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-52078241180071256442007-10-23T06:58:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:30.714-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rx3_5Y6oBPI/AAAAAAAAACs/SO5rb6Y5vCY/s1600-h/IMG_4861_resized.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124533312423462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rx3_5Y6oBPI/AAAAAAAAACs/SO5rb6Y5vCY/s320/IMG_4861_resized.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rx3-m46oBOI/AAAAAAAAACk/JWexoIXQP6A/s1600-h/IMG_4853_resized.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124531895084254434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rx3-m46oBOI/AAAAAAAAACk/JWexoIXQP6A/s320/IMG_4853_resized.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I know it has been forever since I have blogged so I figured it was about time. Davis found what he wants to be for halloween! Josh and I took him to the mall last night to find a few warmer things for him to wear and this is what we ended up with. He wasn't very interested while we were in the Disney store b/c there was so much to look at but as soon as we got in the car he wanted to put it all on. They have most of their costumes 40-50% off if you still need to find one.</span><br /><div></div></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-22987387466497258192007-08-07T09:36:00.000-07:002007-08-07T07:56:50.041-07:008 Randon Facts About Me!<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">I've been tagged by a friend named Liz! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is some life changing info about me...The Rules:<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (**if you’re a non-blogger, you can email them!)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8 Random Facts or Habits about me:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. I like the smell of Skunk.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">2. I once fed a skunk (by hand) french fries! Yes it was a wild one at my dad's deer lease.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">3. Growing up I always wanted to be in the army like my dad so I could be dropped on a </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">deserted island and know how to live off the land.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">4. I try to not let people know that I like to be a girlie girl once in awhile. Maybe I'm afraid that it will make me look like a wimp.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">5. My sister once dared me to eat a fishing worm and I did. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">6.After going hiking for several days in Colorado the thought of doing more than a day hike seriously causes me anxiety.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">7. I like to be in control and do things my way, b/c it is the RIGHT way! I'm trying to learn that it is OK to not know what is going to happen next and to be able to rely on others.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">8. My one true desire in life is to live for God and be in His will, not my own.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now, tag you're it! Heather, Olivia, Kelly, Carrie, Leslie, Keri, Dawn, Christalee</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-68799784410587399822007-08-06T09:25:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:30.922-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RrdL_3TWwqI/AAAAAAAAABk/7kiAkJXC0sU/s1600-h/IMG_0375%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RrdMAnTWwrI/AAAAAAAAABs/h6YdlQ9Ukls/s1600-h/IMG_0408%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095625076826882738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RrdMAnTWwrI/AAAAAAAAABs/h6YdlQ9Ukls/s200/IMG_0408%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>We found Ramsey a home on Saturday! I might be getting</div><div align="center">another pug tomorrow. </div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-82593012526803438552007-08-06T08:00:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:31.733-08:00Watts Reunion Hillbilly Night<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8PHTWwlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PBBo0shOTgs/s1600-h/IMG_3299.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8RHTWwmI/AAAAAAAAABE/qExAp0xEVOs/s1600-h/IMG_3310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095607768108679778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8RHTWwmI/AAAAAAAAABE/qExAp0xEVOs/s200/IMG_3310.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8V3TWwoI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzpFqbL8b_k/s1600-h/IMG_3334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095607849713058434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8V3TWwoI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzpFqbL8b_k/s200/IMG_3334.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Every year at our family reunion we have a game night saturday evening. One family i</span><span style="font-size:85%;">s in charge of the entertainment for all 100 people. This past June we had hillbilly </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> night! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">We all gathered to play family fued and each family had to prepare a commercial. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ours was a hillbilly dating service "You don't want to date your cousin, date mine"! My </span><span style="font-size:85%;">cousin Derick and I were the "couple", very strange but funny. We had many great laughs</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8UXTWwnI/AAAAAAAAABM/sopjonwolFk/s1600-h/IMG_3327.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095607823943254642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8UXTWwnI/AAAAAAAAABM/sopjonwolFk/s200/IMG_3327.JPG" width="133" border="0" /></span></a>and a lot of funny pictures. Maybe it is easier to <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8XnTWwpI/AAAAAAAAABc/EPfPIGC6gG8/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095607879777829522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rrc8XnTWwpI/AAAAAAAAABc/EPfPIGC6gG8/s200/IMG_3338.JPG" border="0" /></span></a>understand why I am the way I am now that </span><span style="font-size:85%;">you see where I come from!</span></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-62361721545564193872007-07-30T06:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:31.885-08:00Davis<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rq3xbnTWwkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/D2Amo52-XqM/s1600-h/IMG_3372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092992210334827074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rq3xbnTWwkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/D2Amo52-XqM/s200/IMG_3372.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">Josh and I are taking Davis to the doctor today to get a possible heart murmur checked. We went in for his 2 year check up last week and when listening to his heart they heard a slight humming sound. They rated it a 2/6, which is low(low is good). We are definitely conscerned but trust that God is in control. I am hoping if it is a murmur at all that it is one of the very common ones found in many kids. They ususally close up on there own between the ages of 2-3 years old. The doctors are going to take a chest x-ray and ekg. We have been playing doctor to try and help Davis prepare for the test and hopefully prevent him from being as scared. Please be praying for Davis that everything goes smoothly.</span>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-50642792350533267832007-07-28T06:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:32.296-08:00PugHearts<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtDWnTWwiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Mq8UIibzJF0/s1600-h/IMG_0283.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092237859458826786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtDWnTWwiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Mq8UIibzJF0/s200/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">I had always wanted to help homeless pets out by fostering them</span> <div><span style="font-size:85%;">but had never </span><span style="font-size:85%;">been given the chance until now! Last weekend Josh and I went to the dog show and </span><span style="font-size:85%;">came upon PugHearts, a Houston pug rescue group. They are in desperate need of foster </span><span style="font-size:85%;">homes for the dogs. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Ramsey arrived at our home Friday evening very full of energy. As</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">soon as him and Norman(our dog) saw each other they were bounding around the </span><span style="font-size:85%;">kitchen playing! He is a black, 10 month, neutered male, and luckily is heartworm negative! So </span><span style="font-size:85%;">far everything is going well, except for all the muddy paw prints from the dogs going </span><span style="font-size:85%;">in and out of the house! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtGEHTWwjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qpuXwz4D--s/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092240840166130226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtGEHTWwjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qpuXwz4D--s/s200/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtGEHTWwjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qpuXwz4D--s/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtGEHTWwjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qpuXwz4D--s/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqtGEHTWwjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qpuXwz4D--s/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">This is Norman and Davis back in middle to early December!</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Norman is much bigger now.</span><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739869239661815852.post-10085360922153385062007-07-27T19:35:00.000-07:002008-12-11T06:46:32.831-08:00A few goofy pictures of Davis!<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rqq0eHTWwhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3EXHKytazXc/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"><span style="color:#99ffff;">I figured I would begin my blog with a few silly pictures of Davis!<br />He is really turning into a little spazz!<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092080758145073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rqq0eHTWwhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3EXHKytazXc/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"> <strong>Mommy's shoes!</strong><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rqqzx3TWwgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W5n_7AxZ6XQ/s1600-h/IMG_2174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092079997935862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/Rqqzx3TWwgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/W5n_7AxZ6XQ/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" width="213" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"><strong> <span style="color:#99ffff;"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Breakfast</span> time.</span></strong></span><span style="color:#000066;"><strong></div><br /><div align="center"></strong></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqqxtnTWwfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hwZ3Ok0VJ_o/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092077725898162674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSImhykPYFQ/RqqxtnTWwfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hwZ3Ok0VJ_o/s320/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#99ffff;"><strong> Davis's squishy face!</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div></div>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506658866632727028noreply@blogger.com3