tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23360036464644684752024-02-20T02:58:23.579-05:00A Woman's Prerogativecareysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-32477017403642710532009-07-28T22:14:00.007-04:002009-07-28T22:51:52.741-04:00A Peak at our summer thus far...Chelsea's graduation party, started off the summer with a bang! There were so many dynamics to this party it was surreal. As many of you already know we had a very special visitor! Carrie from CandidCarrie came to visit and help us for the party. She brought along two of her adorable children. You would think it would of been awkward, we had never met in person, only online! She was just as funny, caring and down right amazing in person as she is in the computer! In fact my Mother referred to her as Internet Carrie! She helped me cook, scrub and wash while she was here...I never laughed so hard either. I'll show you some of the pictures she took (she downloaded them onto my computer thank you Carrie!) And give you a glimpse of the time she was here!<br /><br />If you get a chance to meet someone, that you've been friends with online DO IT! It's wonderful, I'm hoping to see Carrie again soon along with her whole family!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYh_-XySzLlVNr6-nL6De6tGFAymcMJu9Kdt9mH9tHCgoQ0UyOUH9JFZItQ1MHLfSy42z1hQXuyX155hrUfb0k-oFdd8cbftSXsSYBCBx3L5WmI_itcdBl1N5_1MuGJ2q9_InQovpZTH4/s1600-h/IMG_6009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYh_-XySzLlVNr6-nL6De6tGFAymcMJu9Kdt9mH9tHCgoQ0UyOUH9JFZItQ1MHLfSy42z1hQXuyX155hrUfb0k-oFdd8cbftSXsSYBCBx3L5WmI_itcdBl1N5_1MuGJ2q9_InQovpZTH4/s400/IMG_6009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363700574424247906" /></a><br />Of course her cake table!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8PO45afGhrYnGtc0WUcBTrN3mhfr9rFuyithzH6jLgmaprjRNAnOYAXMwsVnhBCX2UEH8PhixobbVtIry9ojLjJxePMlzo5GpuY2LFD1tYAahG5X3AiVs_MC0zlomWBMGjQbVcSl2FA/s1600-h/IMG_5965.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt8PO45afGhrYnGtc0WUcBTrN3mhfr9rFuyithzH6jLgmaprjRNAnOYAXMwsVnhBCX2UEH8PhixobbVtIry9ojLjJxePMlzo5GpuY2LFD1tYAahG5X3AiVs_MC0zlomWBMGjQbVcSl2FA/s400/IMG_5965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363705584409914690" /></a><br />A little dancin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T-8bcjhVwK7pkzGKiMy_54EaqeC8ADoAqTZJemqWf3pTE9VQJzW2pBRMovj7sTKlOJtrIVv6CloS2-1d-j6ekGrJGOmdVckURDHq2q8nTH-W9pwcCrekqBaJHtFyAMSj76w9_4VIMfU/s1600-h/IMG_6133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T-8bcjhVwK7pkzGKiMy_54EaqeC8ADoAqTZJemqWf3pTE9VQJzW2pBRMovj7sTKlOJtrIVv6CloS2-1d-j6ekGrJGOmdVckURDHq2q8nTH-W9pwcCrekqBaJHtFyAMSj76w9_4VIMfU/s400/IMG_6133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363707123466690402" /></a><br />A little singin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBCdUazXM1vngWtLLpDGBXe7c0_FUsG1AzCoc0cJh-vNxRRvFYixNpgVLheAPEUjTIGhlKhTckmWWJju0Gn-o56SpaGjlTOnFCPQYGUJkV3g509Av_Fj5-tdg1v4VkKnQoePvJZ-NpdU/s1600-h/IMG_6172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBCdUazXM1vngWtLLpDGBXe7c0_FUsG1AzCoc0cJh-vNxRRvFYixNpgVLheAPEUjTIGhlKhTckmWWJju0Gn-o56SpaGjlTOnFCPQYGUJkV3g509Av_Fj5-tdg1v4VkKnQoePvJZ-NpdU/s400/IMG_6172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363707869706925074" /></a><br />And of course kid bowlin'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOgpIMissp1Y2tHxVEt2p-JpPCSoIkgIc1jXkbCpVnXJcTlZu2g5cmd-V-zSkh38y0V9oLbhzqfTtDvA2icLresa9Qo2xE6LedxwCzp-CmWMFZLq7udViCUFrL7e2uNus3v-0TdV4S4c/s1600-h/IMG_6163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOgpIMissp1Y2tHxVEt2p-JpPCSoIkgIc1jXkbCpVnXJcTlZu2g5cmd-V-zSkh38y0V9oLbhzqfTtDvA2icLresa9Qo2xE6LedxwCzp-CmWMFZLq7udViCUFrL7e2uNus3v-0TdV4S4c/s400/IMG_6163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363708726347749602" /></a><br /><br />Thank you again Carrie for making Chelsea's graduation party a huge success! We all love you!!careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-28832955028183428312009-06-16T10:21:00.004-04:002009-06-16T19:42:12.602-04:00A lot has happened since I've been here...My girl is done with school...let's just say for the time being.<br /><br />Everyone always tells young parents...<br /><br />"Boy, when they start school watch out, because they'll be gone before you know it!"<br /><br />Well, it's true. Ali started college 3 years ago and she's done with college this December! Chelsea starts college in the fall, she'll be done before you know it. My kids are growing up way too fast, Hannah's a senior this year and Gavin starts High School! Chloe's in the 8th grade and Rickie starts 3rd grade! The funny thing is I'm not getting any older AT ALL! At least I don't feel any older. Back to Chelsea, she did a phenomenal job in High School her last cumulative grade point was a 4.16.<br /><br />We'll be celebrating her graduation soon and I will post pictures...surprise guests will be coming!<br /><br />Love you Chelsea and Congratulations sweetie!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBYdllykWHmmh1iLBefMI30CGsCnzM8xv1tibpG5HlyDOYSLTyJxcqQSKRDQZOFNbWE-vz6knYkeay26BJSeRk5nqyFSnaAHJ-4QcAbmUEo8qt0ZBYIFoxaIwOIpbWtgBC1jLZ-U3C60/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBYdllykWHmmh1iLBefMI30CGsCnzM8xv1tibpG5HlyDOYSLTyJxcqQSKRDQZOFNbWE-vz6knYkeay26BJSeRk5nqyFSnaAHJ-4QcAbmUEo8qt0ZBYIFoxaIwOIpbWtgBC1jLZ-U3C60/s400/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931449410355266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />My girl at 8 years old!</span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-12318553938827227442009-04-08T18:30:00.007-04:002009-04-27T13:44:05.874-04:00Adjusting to a new normal...<a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZomDWnsGGW9lO-MP8EsjkWX4Rf4AHiRrLyEMjBwfIRLD1p5aKypZpeEtKL2i-S890nje8QyC32kSrk5CplBs-2mYWNzX8L45pWaPsHt9CUFXrIp3RL18LGY7eLwQJI3nsBPOCSGThRk/s1600-h/D040829+138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZomDWnsGGW9lO-MP8EsjkWX4Rf4AHiRrLyEMjBwfIRLD1p5aKypZpeEtKL2i-S890nje8QyC32kSrk5CplBs-2mYWNzX8L45pWaPsHt9CUFXrIp3RL18LGY7eLwQJI3nsBPOCSGThRk/s400/D040829+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322453755786256130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;"> Happy times with my Dad!!</span></span><br /> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">What is ALS</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as "Lou Gehrig's Disease," is a progressive neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord. Motor neurons reach from the brain to the spinal cord and from the spinal cord to the muscles throughout the body. The progressive degeneration of the motor neurons in ALS eventually leads to their death. When the motor neurons die, the ability of the brain to initiate and control muscle movement is lost. With voluntary muscle action progressively affected, patients in the later stages of the disease may become totally paralyzed.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A-myo-trophic comes from the Greek language. "A" means no or negative. "Myo" refers to muscle, and "Trophic" means nourishment–"No muscle nourishment." When a muscle has no nourishment, it "atrophies" or wastes away. "Lateral" identifies the areas in a person's spinal cord where portions of the nerve cells that signal and control the muscles are located. As this area degenerates it leads to scarring or hardening ("sclerosis") in the region.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">As motor neurons degenerate, they can no longer send impulses to the muscle fibers that normally result in muscle movement. Early symptoms of ALS often include increasing muscle weakness, especially involving the arms and legs, speech, swallowing or breathing. When muscles no longer receive the messages from the motor neurons that they require to function, the muscles begin to atrophy (become smaller). Limbs begin to look "thinner" as muscle tissue atrophies.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">_______________________________________________________________</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My father, my rock, the man I've always leaned on was diagnosed with ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We've (my mother and me) been trying really hard the last couple of days to wrap our brains around this diagnosis. Fortunately my father does not understand the gravity of his diagnosis. I think that in and of itself is a blessing. He's telling everyone that there's a 95% chance he'll go into complete remission. We know that this is not true, but we will not tell him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We all need hope, and my father has found that hope.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Who knows the mind is a very powerful thing and maybe he will go into remission. I will hope and pray for that.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Give your loved ones a hug and kiss, we never know whats ahead...all we really have is today and I appreciate every minute.</span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-79825119421009306242009-04-08T09:33:00.005-04:002009-04-27T13:43:02.430-04:00This is a therapeutic post for me<a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmq5sUiSrm41bEfkLmRj_OcKqYz2ojJK124rqc5j2pZUSM1cjSrcJukg1bEg2FPALVzFFUBUJKEqbY0M67FS1hmpRlNBdBtQNsHF_OJmGRveRy1k9_FDlyyaLzLpW0S6lMeG_PiunSc4/s1600-h/D040601+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOmq5sUiSrm41bEfkLmRj_OcKqYz2ojJK124rqc5j2pZUSM1cjSrcJukg1bEg2FPALVzFFUBUJKEqbY0M67FS1hmpRlNBdBtQNsHF_OJmGRveRy1k9_FDlyyaLzLpW0S6lMeG_PiunSc4/s400/D040601+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322317714601692466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I really wish that I could write. Tell all of you what I'm feeling right now. How do you put into words emptiness, pain and hopelessness. That's what I was feeling yesterday for a bit. I say a bit, because I cannot let myself stay in that frame of mind. I have to stay positive and move forward...I have a lot of people counting on me for that. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'm sorry to say that it's almost become part of my life for the last 8 years. One more tragedy to deal with...suck it up Carey, and deal with it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You must be wondering...where's her faith? I have faith. Faith, that what ever happens, I am not alone, that I can deal with what's put in front of me. That there is something better for us in the future. All of us.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">That being said, I am only human, and I am at the end of my rope. That's basically all I wanted to say today. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">More later. Thanks guys for listening, and as strange as it might seem I feel better just putting it on paper...so to speak.</span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-81416709486319298662009-03-21T14:36:00.003-04:002009-03-21T14:46:52.194-04:00Hey, hello and I'm back!!I've not posted in so long, I almost forgot how!<br /><br /> My daughter was listening to this song on her iPod, and I really like it. A. Because it's the whole mood/tone of my emotions lately and B. Because I just like Johnny Cash. <br /><br />I'm going to make an attempt to get back to posting, and keeping up with my blogging buddies. I miss all of you, and I hope you're doing well! <br /><br />Everyone here is doing well, we've had a quiet winter, health wise, so that's good. (knock on wood) I'm really not superstitious just don't want to jinx anything.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pALSKcWcVEk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pALSKcWcVEk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Johnny Cash and Joni Mitchell The Long Black Veil)</span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-30148487564092764602009-02-19T12:13:00.002-05:002009-02-19T12:33:13.818-05:00Missing but still here<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>I've been missing for a while, and I'm still out of commission...be back next week, hopefully I'll be feeling better!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO09mJpZeyIFI3DsoWywqtm0fpfCtvD5JETY1kN6Z3SD4wYg8uBKlEnjULvDhjLZDl9URoLU2Kicj1MQYLeP4k_uO2m7Fq0QXc6QICTbbIJ2PY5fZb36VL_IZrrCpfkcMIm2RtJlMmy5s/s1600-h/P1010095.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/AVvXsEjO09mJpZeyIFI3DsoWywqtm0fpfCtvD5JETY1kN6Z3SD4wYg8uBKlEnjULvDhjLZDl9URoLU2Kicj1MQYLeP4k_uO2m7Fq0QXc6QICTbbIJ2PY5fZb36VL_IZrrCpfkcMIm2RtJlMmy5s/s400/P1010095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304561996919149426" /></a>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-29815125586210770802009-02-11T13:05:00.001-05:002009-02-11T13:07:09.701-05:00Bella & TaraMy friend Meg shared this with me today, I loved it so much, I'm sharing it with all of you! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFz-FMj-9Ps&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFz-FMj-9Ps&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-34563353468089106852009-02-06T07:37:00.002-05:002009-02-06T07:49:50.548-05:00I Love Snowmen!Went running the other day, and I just happened to have my camera with me. This friendly snowman was just waiting to get his picture taken, just in time for Friday Foto Finish Fiesta! Stop by<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/">Candid Carries</a> and check out all of the other fotos today!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01rM9AVzglAK6cnK8fouJhbuHPEpyNiBnyrfVHnNRA7637uRT4VjnNBjqDkF2p67DzFh35pWxcOQmOwv-c8kYxndMOn2Hva2si6IoofXyqFA0zWD1lzFQnWKDW2HZihenNksdJSr8Ss0/s1600-h/20090202_40.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01rM9AVzglAK6cnK8fouJhbuHPEpyNiBnyrfVHnNRA7637uRT4VjnNBjqDkF2p67DzFh35pWxcOQmOwv-c8kYxndMOn2Hva2si6IoofXyqFA0zWD1lzFQnWKDW2HZihenNksdJSr8Ss0/s400/20090202_40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299663110463968354" border="0" /></a>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-16528767488818732932009-01-30T08:32:00.005-05:002009-01-30T08:52:21.605-05:00Vote For Sara NelmsOur friend Ronda at Ronda's Rants needs all of us. Actually, a young and upcoming star needs us. You see, she has a dream and maybe we can help her achieve this dream by simply voting for her! She would love to tour with a group <span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Big Town</span>.<br /><br />Wait there's more I want you to link to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/rondasrants.blogspot.com">Ronda's Rants</a> and post about Sara's dream...just a minute there's more-when you're at Ronda's blog enter a contest to win an iPod nano! Yes, isn't that great! But more than anything let's help Sara win, so that she can sing her heart out! Don't worry if I haven't explained it thoroughly you'll get all the info <a href="http://www.blogger.com/rondasrants.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-vote-for-sara-nelms.html">here</a>!<br /><br /><br />Check out <a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/">Candid Carrie</a> today for Friday Foto Finish Fiesta!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6PLh77v3MZA17shdKNVYphfO9OlKs9VbI5ONaliWs71Q2eeaw-iEaLLIX91tO2QQKNWG57cNAN3fgGYegZGZj7en1xUDfAD80wYlMLZgS8oklIkZfak5ph7UipKoXsuEnCchCyGuJRo/s1600-h/Sara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit6PLh77v3MZA17shdKNVYphfO9OlKs9VbI5ONaliWs71Q2eeaw-iEaLLIX91tO2QQKNWG57cNAN3fgGYegZGZj7en1xUDfAD80wYlMLZgS8oklIkZfak5ph7UipKoXsuEnCchCyGuJRo/s400/Sara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297079459343591426" border="0" /></a>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-1139696403017875362009-01-29T12:08:00.002-05:002009-01-29T12:15:22.271-05:00One of the reasons I watch Super Bowl!I'm not sure if this will air, but this is hilarious!<br /><br />I get to watch the Superbowl this Sunday with my husband and son and 10 of our son's friends! He's 14. He's growing up. We're getting the food tonight. Ladies this really bonds you with your sons especially, so take advantage of the time together.<br /><br />He might not hang with me, but I'll have to say, the preparations are just as much fun!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Bud Light Commercial</span><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iK0wSe5N7a4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iK0wSe5N7a4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-12395718145915911792009-01-23T07:36:00.004-05:002009-01-23T09:12:26.955-05:00Sick Daughter, Clean Room, Rewards to boot...Yesterday, my third daughter was home from school ill. Actually, she's been home all week and yesterday was the first day that she felt a bit better so naturally we cleaned out her room.<br /><br />When the oldest lived at home (three years ago) they shared a room. I'm backing up here so that you can follow my train of thought. (not many people can you know)<br /><br /><br />Ali, the oldest had just graduated, and her Grandmother gave her this beautiful locket. She wore it once. She wore it once, and lost it. She was beside herself.<br /><br />This brings us to yesterday, cleaning sick daughters room out. You know where I'm headed with this don't you? We found it in all places a jewelry box! Go figure. To be fair it was in Grama Pat's jewelry box (Ric's mom) We have no idea how it got there...this brings us to the picture of Ali with Ric on her graduation day with the locket!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeVcO6tR-J2Db9vzJBYviqAQLVosDdkDiGeBPPDTJsn1DDjenMvNYH5EqZCEyVFDhc850biH1b8xodGiaNdwb7UWS-LTn2KbF4vigDH50s7V5Mx0lJaF86ZxBPH8p132MrmaWqLjhtEY/s1600-h/060615+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeVcO6tR-J2Db9vzJBYviqAQLVosDdkDiGeBPPDTJsn1DDjenMvNYH5EqZCEyVFDhc850biH1b8xodGiaNdwb7UWS-LTn2KbF4vigDH50s7V5Mx0lJaF86ZxBPH8p132MrmaWqLjhtEY/s400/060615+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294470848128046226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is sickie Hannah in her room. Isn't she a cutie! Oh yeah, when you clean out a room you also get more bonuses! I found two borders gift cards as well, and I'm using them! Who knows whose they are...I figure I earned them!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qItHJOXSo747JzjtDaKw-Yj3CSvZNk0bJzIGMk0C6zqc-Px5AiuKssX9neOfyOBe4IV8dpOEdTVYUzYk4wJjp7O8PN2JROWbjLhsdYoGFPmZZXuV_xVRqoQiR6Zyr8xJ4G0wr24sqxQ/s1600-h/PICT0182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9qItHJOXSo747JzjtDaKw-Yj3CSvZNk0bJzIGMk0C6zqc-Px5AiuKssX9neOfyOBe4IV8dpOEdTVYUzYk4wJjp7O8PN2JROWbjLhsdYoGFPmZZXuV_xVRqoQiR6Zyr8xJ4G0wr24sqxQ/s400/PICT0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294490173602406338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Go to <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/">Candid Carrie</a> and check out a lot of great FOTOS because, today <span style="font-weight: bold;">IS</span> Friday Foto Finish Fiesta!!careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-23383588362634977292009-01-15T21:22:00.005-05:002009-01-15T22:15:05.988-05:00Happiness Is A Warm Puppy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFjbDEVNbru6rNLpCN4msqzICEixBbKhzdfNGnsXnXg6eLP2_xlm12py_58uQoNjRm_lfvwafQgg8E5DNHYKnhOZh6IR2wcr1NNcu4VCCPTeNaHit7X6RAXjkT-s1qaPEvDbzjOrEOZU/s1600-h/PICT1819.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFjbDEVNbru6rNLpCN4msqzICEixBbKhzdfNGnsXnXg6eLP2_xlm12py_58uQoNjRm_lfvwafQgg8E5DNHYKnhOZh6IR2wcr1NNcu4VCCPTeNaHit7X6RAXjkT-s1qaPEvDbzjOrEOZU/s400/PICT1819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291723717118427986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Head on over to Candid Carrie's and check out all the <a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a>FANTASTIC FOTOS</a></span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-51509095804947479782009-01-15T11:56:00.000-05:002009-01-15T11:57:07.245-05:00My Thought Process (unedited)I'm cold. <br /><br />I want to eat. <br /><br />I want to eat comfort food. <br /><br />Now. <br /><br />Comfort food. <br /><br />Country Comfort.<br /><br />OH MY GOSH, I love Rod Stewart. <br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQtrkGiAnD8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQtrkGiAnD8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Does anyone else think like this? Tell me I'm not alone. <br /><br />Oh great, now I am hoping to hear voices.careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-17042569245610739522009-01-14T06:19:00.002-05:002009-01-14T06:26:13.788-05:00To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With<br />Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer<br />At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.<br /><br />2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice!<br /><br />3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.<br /><br />4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.<br /><br />5. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write<br />'For Marijuana'<br /><br />6. Skip down the hall Rather Than Walk, and see how many looks you get.<br /><br />7. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.<br /><br />8. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'..<br /><br />9. Sing Along At The Opera.<br /><br />10. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache.<br /><br />11. When The Money Comes Out of The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!'<br /><br />12. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running toward the Parking lot, Yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!'<br /><br />13. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go..' <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity</span><br /><br />14. PICK UP A BOX OF CONDOMS AT THE PHARMACY, GO TO THE COUNTER AND ASK WHERE THE FITTING ROOM IS.<br /><br /><br />I know most of you have seen this, I just thought it was hilarious!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-17945840349929682142009-01-12T10:39:00.004-05:002009-01-12T11:32:57.541-05:00Monday, Monday...<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can I talk?</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm just going to ignore that anyone is reading this and vent. Thanks. Maybe throw a few questions out to ya? I know I said I was going to ignore you, but I changed my mind.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I feel stuck. My feet are firmly glued to the ground and I cannot move. I have so many things I want to get done and accomplish lately, yet i don't do them. Is this a menopause thing? Or maybe...just a me thing? I think the beginning of the year goals are already getting to me. I've realized that I didn't accomplish what I wanted to last year and another year went by! ARGH....I hate that. The fact that I'm such a goal orientated person doesn't help.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I go to bed at night stressing and thinking of what I didn't do instead of what I did do. The problem is I never give myself a break. Let me list what I HAVE to do everyday and then maybe I can prioritize from there.<br /><br />1. laundry<br /><br />2. exercise<br /><br />3. meals<br /><br />4. cleaning (vacuuming, dusting, bathrooms)<br /><br />5. overseeing treatments<br /><br />6. blah, blah blah<br /><br />You get the picture. You're probably asking what is her problem? I know everyone does the same type of things everyday, plus work... the difference is other people find time to have fun, visit people or go shopping (even if their not buying, their getting out)<br /><br />The issue is I cannot do something <span style="font-style: italic;">fun </span><span>until all on my list is complete! It ends up being 9 or 10 at night and theirs no time left!<br /><br />The fun things I'd like to do and can't find time are-<br /><br />finish a book<br /><br />go to the library<br /><br />paint my bathroom<br /><br />start a book club (had one years ago, loved it)<br /><br />That's just a few things, give me suggestions. Please.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkIKl4HyKGTwD_RnanZT2HJrFDPdxgTk8ftZ2ClPZOulgRcAx2Sfij9qjOyFhiW_5-2KIH9ytDAs5DdZqH4VqA593SuiHyyJM_V3_15nY34sT2ajHHcQl1W8K8li9-te4JLPyToPa2X9o/s1600-h/girl+cleaning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkIKl4HyKGTwD_RnanZT2HJrFDPdxgTk8ftZ2ClPZOulgRcAx2Sfij9qjOyFhiW_5-2KIH9ytDAs5DdZqH4VqA593SuiHyyJM_V3_15nY34sT2ajHHcQl1W8K8li9-te4JLPyToPa2X9o/s400/girl+cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290445936978201586" /></a>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-32785419063064363362009-01-09T10:00:00.002-05:002009-01-09T11:02:49.542-05:00What NOT To Give Your Wife For ChristmasWell, well, well. <br /><br />Look at what my husband bought for me. <br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yiz8YzjCXSU/SWdmi6uy39I/AAAAAAAADWI/w5jGWPWbfO8/s1600-h/51VNPP9ZM4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yiz8YzjCXSU/SWdmi6uy39I/AAAAAAAADWI/w5jGWPWbfO8/s400/51VNPP9ZM4L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gentleman-Civilized-Helping-Uncivilized-Childhood/dp/1558539409"><br />How To Raise A Gentleman A Civilized Guide To Helping Your Son Through His Uncivilized Childhood. </a> <br /><br />* And yes, it is a great book. <br /><br />* And yes, anyone raising a son should have this on their "must read" list. <br /><br />* But no, you don't buy this book and give it to your wife and tell her, "Here Hon, I thought this might help you." <br /><br />I am just grateful that he bought the book with a hard cover. That way when I smack my husband over the head with it he will be reminded not to buy me any more self-help books. <br /><br />If you really want to help yourself, head on over to <a href="http://www.carriestuckmann.blogspot.com">Candid Carrie</a> ... her friends can help you laugh at yourself which is a much better form of therapy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-89106359385702216302008-12-30T09:46:00.002-05:002008-12-30T09:47:04.097-05:00When The Lights Were Out . . .Posted by Carrie Sue, not Carey Sue<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXLXxN2c8h5x4oT7vtLpzlnI14jFKfsKq3oy12cSK9PT5SA7GVOY7KWVlpjNLgELbdfkehV_4RTy2xJBgal3DciiosG-e6sDL3Cei5JApYrxoVtSLOs8SmCvyuwvd4aCYWWaCsFHOVkg/s1600-h/blog+flashlight.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285564336120602402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXLXxN2c8h5x4oT7vtLpzlnI14jFKfsKq3oy12cSK9PT5SA7GVOY7KWVlpjNLgELbdfkehV_4RTy2xJBgal3DciiosG-e6sDL3Cei5JApYrxoVtSLOs8SmCvyuwvd4aCYWWaCsFHOVkg/s320/blog+flashlight.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">For most of our children, a day without electricity means an adventure while staying wrapped up with blankets. You can bet the dust is blown off the antiquated board games. No one in the house remembers the rules that go with Scrabble. And it is hard to resist a good round of flashlight tag even though you are supposed to be "saving" the batteries.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGpJ8K14uhWnxTM4tNwVtS-Ugx88VNiFx56wnKMfOQ21Uy6Mxl09w5eHf2FwPfgpMsnkvJSDRcD-eZNAVCTdKsrEmUgy3HJGZteTxyau4IxsYTo95HpvaASP9kxb4YNhH8YcH2rmd8rs/s1600-h/blog+wonder+bread+picture.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285567199746977106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGpJ8K14uhWnxTM4tNwVtS-Ugx88VNiFx56wnKMfOQ21Uy6Mxl09w5eHf2FwPfgpMsnkvJSDRcD-eZNAVCTdKsrEmUgy3HJGZteTxyau4IxsYTo95HpvaASP9kxb4YNhH8YcH2rmd8rs/s320/blog+wonder+bread+picture.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Then you've got the <em>"we're are without electricity"</em> dining dilemma. You're family is down to the last loaf of Wonder Bread (pictured, baby not included), a fresh container of peanut butter, two jars of applesauce, and a handful of stale marshmallows.<br /><br />I talked to our seven year old friend <a href="http://forrickie.blogspot.com/">Rickie</a> via <a href="http://womensprerogative.blogspot.com/">his mom's</a> cellphone shortly after the power went out and he said it was going to be awesome.<br /><br />His mom, <a href="http://womensprerogative.blogspot.com/">Carey Sue</a> confided that she was worried about <a href="http://forrickie.blogspot.com/">Rickie's cystic fibrosis</a>. Manual chest percussions weren't nearly as effective as the treatments he received while wearing his vest.<br /><br />By the time the power was returned to the 2,300 customers in Grosse Pointe, Rickie had missed three treatments that required electricity. During my last phone call with Rickie before the energy was restored, his voice was barely recognizable. Thick with mucous and deep from chest congestion, seven year old Rickie, bragged about everything he played with that wasn't electric. </span><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">"Mostly I'm playing with Star Wars guys and Matchbox cars. Then when I get bored I line up the Star Wars guys and use the Matchbox cars and play bowling 'til they are all knocked over. Oh, I've got a Hulk guy too but he doesn't stand very good. I need guys that stand good so I can bowl 'em over." </span></blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">Long story short, my people, is once the power was restored and roads were cleared Rickie was in the doctor's office and the decision was made not to admit him to the hospital but to send him home with medication that included a minimum of four weeks on two antibiotics, and treatments are now four times a day instead of two.<br /><br /><a href="http://forrickie.blogspot.com/2008/12/knock-knock.html">Remember this plea? Well, we are at that point in time. Are you interested in making a huge difference? Have you got an envelope and a stamp? Can you spare five minutes to jot a quick message? Seven year old Rickie would love to hear from you!</a><br />Many of you have already responded and Rickie's mom has a small stash left of your mail to share with him during the long treatments. If you thought about responding during the first request and it slipped your mind ... well here is one more opportunity.<br /><br />The unfortunate thing about cystic fibrosis is even when Rickie's come through this bout of congestion, you will have yet another chance to send him mail the NEXT time he gets ill.<br /><br />And why do I feel so passionate about helping? I'll tell you why right now. On January 6 of 1996 I lost my chronically ill daughter, Madeleine. She was the same age as Rickie, seven. She had an undiagnosed degenerative neuromuscular disorder, but she died from complications with pneumonia.<br /><br />Life's come full circle for me and through foster care, David and I are looking forward to adopting our two youngest children (a boy age seven and a girl age five) that we've been calling our own for the past two years.<br /><br />I look at my healthy happy seven year old and know that he has two perfect lungs. I see his pink cheeks on his flushed face. I remember back thirteen years to a point where I watched another child of mine struggle for oxygen and never quite get enough no matter how much work we did on those lungs, no matter how hard we tried to get all the gunk removed ... well it was never quite enough to make a difference.<br /><br />I won't continue, but this isn't about me. This is about making a difference for Rickie and right now, while his lungs are out of commission he still has an active mind and a busy body. Make a difference, send him a card and tell him someone in another section of our great land is thinking about him.<br /><br />Contact me, <a href="http://www.carriestuckmann.blogspot.com">Candid Carrie</a> at carriestuckmann at gmail dot com and I will get his address to you right away. Be sure to put Rickie in the subject line. Thanks.<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-42947411972281394222008-12-21T08:00:00.002-05:002008-12-21T08:28:19.439-05:00Don't Worry Be Happy, It Can Be Done...I had this long and drawn out post today, to introduce this video. I deleted it.<br /> <br />Basically, it was talking about how bad the economy is and how concerned all of us are, and rightly so! I've asked my husband not to talk about it all the time with me, so I am taking my own advice and doing that with you! That being said, please watch this it really touched me, and made me realize (again) that we should be thankful for even the small things in our lives. <br /><br />Please watch. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tv1gCa5Us7Q&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tv1gCa5Us7Q&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-91581550472586919302008-12-18T22:07:00.002-05:002008-12-18T22:31:12.775-05:00You asked for it, and here she is!!Sometimes when I get up in the morning, I feel very peculiar. I feel like I've just got to bite a cat! I feel like if I don't bite a cat before sundown, I'll go crazy! But then I just take a deep breath and forget about it. That's what is known as real maturity.<br />Peanuts<br />Snoopy<br /><br /><br />And that is exactly what Lucy does, she wakes up and goes straight for the cats. Scout, our mother cat loves Lucy. Yes, she really does...Lucy runs straight for her and Scout lays down and Lucy is all over her. (very amusing to watch)<br /><br />I completely forgot what having a puppy was like until this passed week. I have a toddler, yes a toddler you have to watch her like a hawk, because if you didn't pick up something off the floor, it's in her mouth. Just a glimpse of Lucy. More pictures next week!<br /><br />Enjoy <a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com">CANDID CARRIE</a> today shes having FRIDAY FOTO FINISH FIESTA!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7upI2SV6jy7nFmjvAF4oRVASz1rSAIoE5qqw-DwqWPmjVHTq3U0EJNrBIqTrnjTAoGzlNDm4AQRA4d7q2PgSpaNv7m8QEQfhkHL0L2mn7puy8sV3rhO87PbiGj0X6PliACs8sPHud26s/s1600-h/1216080912a.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/AVvXsEi7upI2SV6jy7nFmjvAF4oRVASz1rSAIoE5qqw-DwqWPmjVHTq3U0EJNrBIqTrnjTAoGzlNDm4AQRA4d7q2PgSpaNv7m8QEQfhkHL0L2mn7puy8sV3rhO87PbiGj0X6PliACs8sPHud26s/s400/1216080912a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281334197603758450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOW7M0ev0UDAvXqnddZ2UU3o5cGiQFNChZK13_H-tyUgPso-TFpI1KZH2gq3S-qvZ0c6Wdq4cLgDtuI12nZKJbe7wNw4mIF19Mcz-sst0NdDDt_HfZep0zX1oVaiwhVpLOXd_3tI-yefw/s1600-h/1216080912.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/AVvXsEhOW7M0ev0UDAvXqnddZ2UU3o5cGiQFNChZK13_H-tyUgPso-TFpI1KZH2gq3S-qvZ0c6Wdq4cLgDtuI12nZKJbe7wNw4mIF19Mcz-sst0NdDDt_HfZep0zX1oVaiwhVpLOXd_3tI-yefw/s400/1216080912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281334188748961762" /></a>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-22315415540210696972008-12-14T18:09:00.000-05:002008-12-14T18:09:50.629-05:00Happiness Is A Warm Puppy<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yiz8YzjCXSU/SUWSPV4a_KI/AAAAAAAADDw/T_t4tY7OG4E/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yiz8YzjCXSU/SUWSPV4a_KI/AAAAAAAADDw/T_t4tY7OG4E/s400/lucy.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br />Lucy is here! I'll show you better pictures later because right now we want to watch her sleep. <br /><br />Hmmm ... I love the smell of puppy breath, how about you?<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-58381473366202028232008-12-11T11:18:00.008-05:002008-12-12T08:59:39.311-05:00Do Not Worry About A ThingBe careful with your babies. <br /><br />Our children can feel the affect the economic situation has on their lives. Cut backs in the family, hearing it on the news constantly and from their parents worrying and discussing, sometimes when little ears shouldn't be listening.<br /><br />So my motto this past week was "Don't Worry About A thing" <br /><br />Every morning this week my children would come downstairs I would was playing this song and singing it to them and try to start their day off on a positive note! <br /><br />My message to you out there is "everything's going to be alright!" Let your kids go to school on a happy note. Shelter them from receiving too much information. Protect them from the cold hard facts. You can tell them there will be changes, but they don't need to see the fear in your eyes and make it their own fear. <br /><br />Bob Marley--Three Little Birds or Don't Worry About A Thing<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjtbhmQhsXg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjtbhmQhsXg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Here is my <a href="http://www.candidcarrie.com">Friday Foto</a> ... this is Rickie being a kid! Let your kids be kids during this hard economic times! We are worried all of us, just don't discuss it non-stop with your children. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzRPHX96jb5nSC01OndQdH_qMPseTSJZuU5qIkO6TFES2vZlGsPVUxO-C7bhmCUaCCyjyVOl2yA2AW7-0zC1qHVpiZJUXOz-28qmZrFV2cw6DbOl34siUkM8hN10OpVkhzqJ1MBjzPhI/s1600-h/20081105_38.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/AVvXsEiYzRPHX96jb5nSC01OndQdH_qMPseTSJZuU5qIkO6TFES2vZlGsPVUxO-C7bhmCUaCCyjyVOl2yA2AW7-0zC1qHVpiZJUXOz-28qmZrFV2cw6DbOl34siUkM8hN10OpVkhzqJ1MBjzPhI/s400/20081105_38.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571976997509362" /></a><br /><br />Spend time with your family. It is free. Blow the dust off your board games. Bonding as a family can be free (and priceless).careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-1656735551292544082008-12-08T20:10:00.004-05:002008-12-08T20:44:12.705-05:00You're not going to believe this!!!If you haven't had the chance to hear this amazing little girl heres your chance. .<br /><br />Warning: Get some Kleenex, you're going to need it!!<br /><br />Six year old Connie Talbot<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHND2TOSssM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHND2TOSssM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wN5FmiWmc10&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wN5FmiWmc10&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-812990993800778742008-12-05T13:00:00.000-05:002008-12-05T14:14:40.628-05:00I really miss my dadI really miss my dad. He's in Alabama for the winter with my mom. This is my favorite picture of him. In this picture he was seventeen. He married my mom a year later. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gNnAE-eP3fN4DpMBKgyXjscSQAhKjMl2hYT83Rn_vgeHx701Ga88sGSn7E6mYI22Z0RR7bxB7VABAXFU5TgyWphhM4X-yyjnGOAi4kzHPx8WG726Lfbxq8RFsL4GXMz5Vf5vvFt2iis/s1600-h/PA020006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276285822765852002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gNnAE-eP3fN4DpMBKgyXjscSQAhKjMl2hYT83Rn_vgeHx701Ga88sGSn7E6mYI22Z0RR7bxB7VABAXFU5TgyWphhM4X-yyjnGOAi4kzHPx8WG726Lfbxq8RFsL4GXMz5Vf5vvFt2iis/s400/PA020006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><em>Did you see that? I had to take a picture of a picture so that I could show you! My kids have not had time to show me how to scan. Maybe for Christmas they could teach me Scanning 101. I'd better put that on my Christmas list or know one will pay attention to it!</em></blockquote> <br /><br />Anyway, when I was a little girl I thought that I would marry my dad. I would bring my friends in to "look" at my dad. When my brothers and I were young, he worked two or three jobs to make ends meet. As soon as he sat down he fell asleep. It wasn't a real nap, it was a "cat" nap. <br /><br />So I would parade my girlfriends past my handsome daddy. "Isn't he cute?" I would ask and they would all shake their heads "yes" because no one wanted to wake him. <br /><br />The entire time I was growing up I was always crazy about my dad. And it wasn't because I was the favorite. He didn't have favorites. I actually thought all girls were wild about their daddies until I started talking to friends in middle school and they thought their own dads were "dumb" or "old." <br /><br />Jump ahead to high school and at that time I remember my friends telling me that my your dad is was good looking and nice. He really never said much or really interacted with them because he was <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">the strong but silent type</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATbmgKgX1CQ-Rezs86bNO4fa0S8PZUVEwf-IIcBPcHqVdEtxdfVIBAzOXrXhDdYj7kA8zFkaXhOD4UobFU9aTl1nuZ-ThcQ5smXX_keB4AvKs-ffQfND-HXW7RV7CM0mOZUMbLxEgP4I/s1600-h/1966-11-12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276299133787577746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATbmgKgX1CQ-Rezs86bNO4fa0S8PZUVEwf-IIcBPcHqVdEtxdfVIBAzOXrXhDdYj7kA8zFkaXhOD4UobFU9aTl1nuZ-ThcQ5smXX_keB4AvKs-ffQfND-HXW7RV7CM0mOZUMbLxEgP4I/s400/1966-11-12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Even when I look at the picture above I vividly remember how loved and safe I felt with him. This picture was Thanksgiving at my aunt's house. I burst in the room with something to say and once again my daddy had given me his undivided attention. <br /><br />Enjoy your vacation, dad. I miss you. Relax and come home safely. <br /><br />Love, Careycareysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-42252772229791122722008-11-29T19:55:00.006-05:002008-11-29T21:18:27.620-05:00Tagged--now I'm it!!!My dear friend over at <a href="http://rbksrealm.blogspot.com/">Rbk's Realm</a> tagged me. I want to mention first, if you haven't, you really should check her out--she's absolutely fascinating. You will learn riveting customs and traditions from her first home in India.<br />This is what you need to do:<br /><br />1) Link to the person who tagged you.<br />2) Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6).<br />3) Write 6 random things about yourself (see below).<br />4) Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.<br />5) Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.<br />6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.<br /><br /><br />Here goes:<br /><br />1) I have six kids ages; 20, 18, 16, 14, 12 and 7. Do you see a pattern?<br /><br />2) The first five children, I had with my former husband. He said to me, you'll never get remarried or have a long term relationship! With five kids they'll run like hell!<br />I guess I showed him didn't I!<br /><br />3) I spent a good portion of my first 8 years of life at an airport, looking up into the air. My parents parachuted every weekend. My mom was so good she could jump out of an airplane, holding an egg in her hand, and land on target...without breaking the egg! To be fair my dad did too!<br /><br />4) My husband married me with 5 kids (see above)he had none! He moved all of us to Detroit from a small town in West Michigan, coworkers said we were the Beverly Hillbillies! Soon after we had number 6! He is quite the trooper!<br /><br />5) I think I could have OCD, when I'm anywhere and bored I start counting in my head, pictures on walls, wall angles, things on the floor...and the thing is, it has to end on a even number. If it doesn't, I will start over until it does. I've had therapy so don't worry I'm fine!<br /><br />6) I love to vacuum, yes, it's true, I will vacuum every single day...even if it doesn't need it.<br /><br />7) I have the best laundry room ever! Two washers and two dryers, built in folding table and a mounted television on the wall, for my viewing pleasure. I would rather do laundry, than sit in the family room and watch TV.<br /><br />8) I have another daughter leaving for college next fall and I'm already sad. I know Red (<a href="http://spokesnspin.com/">spokes n spin</a>)you think I'm crazy, but I can't help it!<br /><br />I went over, sorry! I was thinking it was 10! Oh yeah, my memory sucks! It really worries me. Although, if I lose my memory, I just hope I'm in a good place in my head...and I don't know, that I lost it!<br /><br />I'm changing the rules just a bit...if you want to tell us some interesting things about you, go right ahead and please link to me and if you don't It doesn't matter.<br /><br />C'est la vie!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaWELp0JlFYh_zU6c2Grf81zGFqHiQ7V05R3-bqWeGk6rUpC7FmP5C1T3ND1upNyvTJELeOzSEMtmNSDDgLLVdF3UQ6rHJS9RhZHU3zo7HSpkGDr-pNbbsHv65MopK26tzQmBa-9Aycc/s1600-h/mommy!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaWELp0JlFYh_zU6c2Grf81zGFqHiQ7V05R3-bqWeGk6rUpC7FmP5C1T3ND1upNyvTJELeOzSEMtmNSDDgLLVdF3UQ6rHJS9RhZHU3zo7HSpkGDr-pNbbsHv65MopK26tzQmBa-9Aycc/s400/mommy!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274268629901317506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">My *ahem* 49th birthday!</span>careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336003646464468475.post-84874801928452183672008-11-24T14:11:00.002-05:002008-11-24T20:26:32.704-05:00LUUUUUCY!!I love Lucy. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wp3m1vg06Q&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wp3m1vg06Q&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Not that Lucy! <br /><br />This Lucy! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkkDAg9XB6-ZlVECkoB0pRTEUoAzqy5m9thOACo_RWAW-pdLAiSbCO_hqvuko0yIdTD5CYgvJ2dakfUTUB-Nd_C5IjqORBQkie1s8DVs0CvzEdv7BGj6JN9sAyxcOwOo_YbF_xNESzJBg/s1600-h/lucy!.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/AVvXsEgkkDAg9XB6-ZlVECkoB0pRTEUoAzqy5m9thOACo_RWAW-pdLAiSbCO_hqvuko0yIdTD5CYgvJ2dakfUTUB-Nd_C5IjqORBQkie1s8DVs0CvzEdv7BGj6JN9sAyxcOwOo_YbF_xNESzJBg/s400/lucy!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272304078357205442" /></a><br /><br />Our bundle of joy is expected to arrive at our house in about ten days! I can't wait to smell her sweet puppy breath. And clean up her adorable puppy piddle. <br /><br />Do me a favor, dear readers. If I ever start complaining about that puppy piddle be sure to refer me back to this post, alright? <br /><br />I might not be back for a little while because I have to puppy proof the house!careysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01236148219836095935noreply@blogger.com11