<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:49:29.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Chat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-5382320178940590039</id><published>2009-06-26T13:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:17:14.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Thriller" Is Gone !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SkUJz5nhLvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X1SCCAeyDAc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R.I.P Michael *sniff * sniff* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351695595101314114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SkUKygwJXEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LOfifizugmM/s400/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all I have to say about that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-5382320178940590039?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/5382320178940590039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=5382320178940590039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5382320178940590039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5382320178940590039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/06/thriller-is-gone.html' title='The &quot;Thriller&quot; Is Gone !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SkUKygwJXEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LOfifizugmM/s72-c/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-146217390533859627</id><published>2009-06-03T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:18:22.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SiahY1xSVpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VwSFY411R4M/s1600-h/Randy+%26+Ashley+05-05-2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343135456044406418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SiahY1xSVpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VwSFY411R4M/s320/Randy+%26+Ashley+05-05-2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby, Randy will be getting married. He asked his sweet girlfriend Ashley to be his wife on May 8, and the date they set for the wedding is November 14. Randy couldn't have made a better choice. We love her so much. We're super excited and can't wait to make Ashley an "official" member of the family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343134459547269250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Siage1h2uII/AAAAAAAAAUc/SpY4GHsGf8A/s320/Randy+%26+Ashley+05-08-2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that is not an engagement photo, just a snapshot I took, and fell in love with while we were looking at parks one afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-146217390533859627?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/146217390533859627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=146217390533859627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/146217390533859627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/146217390533859627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding.html' title='A Wedding !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SiahY1xSVpI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VwSFY411R4M/s72-c/Randy+%26+Ashley+05-05-2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-4172872369200711838</id><published>2009-05-02T07:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:35:00.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana's 1st Communion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfs0buN_x1I/AAAAAAAAATs/p8yDtARI_3Y/s1600-h/Diana%27s+1st+Holy+Communion+04-26-2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330912234790963026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfs0buN_x1I/AAAAAAAAATs/p8yDtARI_3Y/s320/Diana%27s+1st+Holy+Communion+04-26-2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana Grace had her 1st Communion on Sunday morning at The Basilica of St.Paul. She was so sweet and certainly knew this was her special day. (She even told me her face hurt from smiling for all the pictures). Following Mass we were all treated to a lovely Sunday Brunch at Aunt Catfish's on the River by Karl and Pat (Diana's parents). It was a beautiful day with time enjoyed with family and friends. Congratulations Diana, We Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330912235600995794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfs0bxPH5dI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9qSOqC3SwGs/s320/Diana%27s+1st+Holy+Communion+04-26-2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-4172872369200711838?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/4172872369200711838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=4172872369200711838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4172872369200711838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4172872369200711838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/05/dianas-1st-communion.html' title='Diana&apos;s 1st Communion!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfs0buN_x1I/AAAAAAAAATs/p8yDtARI_3Y/s72-c/Diana%27s+1st+Holy+Communion+04-26-2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-968122888315647134</id><published>2009-05-01T09:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:51:10.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Baptism !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sf849QfluXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7KTIv7iHNGM/s1600-h/Marissa%27s+Baptism+04-25-2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043108880595314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sf849QfluXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7KTIv7iHNGM/s320/Marissa%27s+Baptism+04-25-2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our niece, Marissa turned 8 years old last Friday, and was Baptized on Saturday by her Uncle Darin. Marissa sures holds a special place in his heart, and by the looks of it I think she's crazy about him as well. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful Baptism, followed by a delicious dinner provided by Jodi and Link (Marissa's parents). Congratulations Marissa, We Love you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332043941848312578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sf85tvikawI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ieg0F04qhWY/s320/Marissa%27s+Baptism+04-25-2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfr4wq2F6FI/AAAAAAAAATg/bkH8lmGgZvE/s1600-h/Marissa%27s+Baptism+04-25-2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-968122888315647134?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/968122888315647134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=968122888315647134' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/968122888315647134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/968122888315647134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-baptism.html' title='Beautiful Baptism !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sf849QfluXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7KTIv7iHNGM/s72-c/Marissa%27s+Baptism+04-25-2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-3354636265101231557</id><published>2009-04-29T14:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:57:08.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Visits !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually Kim, Russell, Samantha, Davis and Emma visited. Jim had to stay behind for school, and we did miss him, but were lucky enough to have Kim and the children come from Washington for a spring break visit. I'm so sad they weren't able to stay longer but we sure packed a whole lot of fun into a very short week. We started by visiting the Ponce Inlet Lighthouse. Emma and I stayed down on the ground while Kim and the boys climbed all the way to the top. It was a beautiful day !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330189284959872050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfii6gOgZDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wMS58TwF8yU/s200/Sea+World+04-11-2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330182507902926466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SficwBuN_oI/AAAAAAAAASw/VKv2bhoorUA/s200/Sea+World+04-11-2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of us after eating at one of our favorite restaurants, Cracker Barrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330184770372087250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SfiezuE5rdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sNxtzLWstvo/s200/Sea+World+04-11-2009+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We headed over to Orlando for the weekend and spent a day at Disney World and then Sea World. We had so much fun making memories and I can't wait to see them again.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330186645182596546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfigg2SjxcI/AAAAAAAAATA/ltzlCXo-hlY/s200/Sea+World+04-11-2009+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330186651441333714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SfighNmwhdI/AAAAAAAAATI/SoW5BSm4E90/s200/Sea+World+04-11-2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-3354636265101231557?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/3354636265101231557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=3354636265101231557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3354636265101231557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3354636265101231557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/04/emma-visits.html' title='Emma Visits !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sfii6gOgZDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wMS58TwF8yU/s72-c/Sea+World+04-11-2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-5015995501297964893</id><published>2009-04-07T09:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:45:11.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my friends !</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time, but we were finally able to get together Saturday night for a much needed Girls Night Out. This is something we had done on a fairly regular basis for sometime but things change and life gets busy. We met at Stonewood for dinner. Had a great meal, laughed, chatted, and played a cute game where we exchanged small gifts of each others "Favorites". There was a pretty big group this time so I took pics in groups of two.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321942549862097026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtWjV-RIII/AAAAAAAAARY/_DOYCb6Yv4k/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jill and Janet (Sisters)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321942544067965218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtWjAY1sSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LrcqaUXoRfM/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alyssa and Arian (Sisters)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321942542042914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtWi42B4DI/AAAAAAAAARI/dTFWxJQYpNk/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rhonda, Baby Bryce and Monica&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939887162646274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtUIWpP3wI/AAAAAAAAARA/vhU6Qatxc2s/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brooke and Alyssa&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939883080458306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtUIHb-oEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xHmvLeuhO38/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;LoRaine and Julynne&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939882576638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtUIFj28jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/j0-ycMVTES4/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Annetta and Debra&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939878543907730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtUH2iYW5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/m8fkO3V_Eyw/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Andrea and Stacey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939876359782658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtUHuZpQQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eNOwy0cbC24/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Laila and Shellie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321942555911213506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtWjsgfUcI/AAAAAAAAARg/LIaDdiZ80iM/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The whole gang&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321942554611569170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtWjnqoUhI/AAAAAAAAARo/6pHyLllEtV4/s200/GNO+04-04-2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh....and we did have the most amazing server ever ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-5015995501297964893?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/5015995501297964893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=5015995501297964893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5015995501297964893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5015995501297964893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-friends.html' title='I love my friends !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SdtWjV-RIII/AAAAAAAAARY/_DOYCb6Yv4k/s72-c/GNO+04-04-2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-2127502623879108768</id><published>2009-03-05T10:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:25:15.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "Blue-Eyed Angel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hugh Laurie was born in Oxford, England, and educated at Eton and Cambridge University, where he took a degree in Anthropology. He rowed in the University Boat Race of 1980 and was also elected president of the venerable Footlights Revue. Along with Stephen Fry and Emma Thompson, Laurie produced "The Cellar Tapes," which won the Perrier Award at the Edinburgh Festival of 1981 and propelled the three into a number of groundbreaking British television shows, including four seasons of "A Bit of Fry and Laurie," which Laurie co-wrote for the BBC with Stephen Fry; three seasons of "Blackadder," written by Richard Curtis and Ben Elton; and three seasons of "Saturday Live." In addition, four seasons of "Jeeves and Wooster," based on the novels of P.G. Wodehouse, aired on PBS's "Masterpiece Theatre" from 1990-1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laurie's performance as "Dr. Gregory House" has garnered him two Golden Globe Awards for Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series, three Emmy nominations for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series and two Screen Actors Guild Awards for Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series. He has twice been honored by the Television Critics Association with TCA Awards for Individual Achievement in Drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309719052373378130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sa_pWJXWxFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Fl6JakRLOlc/s200/hugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my boyfriend, Dr. House. Darin lets me have some boyfriends, and he says this one is acceptable. But Seriously..............Can I say that I LOVE HIM ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-2127502623879108768?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/2127502623879108768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=2127502623879108768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2127502623879108768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2127502623879108768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-blue-eyed-angel.html' title='Another &quot;Blue-Eyed Angel&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sa_pWJXWxFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Fl6JakRLOlc/s72-c/hugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-8918501587253572345</id><published>2009-03-05T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:28:36.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sa_m1NsZfgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/P0jCnQ9erw8/s1600-h/02-14-2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309716287576440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sa_m1NsZfgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/P0jCnQ9erw8/s200/02-14-2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little blue eyed angel is Landon. Landon is the son of one of Randy's friends and we've been having such a ball with him. Having a little one around has brought a lot of sunshine to our lives. He is the sweetest little guy and melts my heart with his constant smiles and giggles. Sometimes all you need is a little one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dependence&lt;/span&gt; and unconditional love to remind you what life is really all about. Thanks Landon, We sure do love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309716282460601506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sa_m06or_KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gjkDXS-5xb8/s200/02-14-2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-8918501587253572345?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/8918501587253572345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=8918501587253572345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8918501587253572345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8918501587253572345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/03/landon.html' title='Landon'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/Sa_m1NsZfgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/P0jCnQ9erw8/s72-c/02-14-2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-4917727788645276663</id><published>2009-01-19T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:24:12.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness that's over !</title><content type='html'>I've been out of it for a while. After my trip to Washington I came home, celebrated the holidays, packed up and moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Very quiet. It was just different. Very different. We are used to a huge Thanksgiving celebration with family and close friends. Usually 50-60 of us gather together, eat, play games, just spend time together, eat and maybe eat again. This year Mom had surgery and since no one else wanted to take over the task of hosting we decided to do nothing. At the last minute Darin and I decided to fix a Thanksgiving dinner and go it alone. We were intending to take Mom and Dad a plate but they decided to drive to our house and eat. Tabitha was in Texas visiting Collin and Randy ate with Ashley's family so it was just us. Very quiet, and very different. I'm probably more thankful for my family this year, and certainly realize how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas was very different this year also. Darin came down with a fever and stomach flu right before Christmas so we spent a very quiet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Eve at home.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we had our traditional biscuits and gravy breakfast and opened presents with the kids. Collin was in town for the holidays so we were lucky enough to have them on Christmas morning and then back again Christmas night for Turkey dinner. Darin and I did a Thanksgiving dinner for Tabitha,Collin and Randy since we all couldn't be together in November. We played a game, watched movies and just relaxed. It was a great Christmas, but I am looking forward to traditions returning next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was packing, tossing, packing, tossing and packing some more. On January 1 we moved. I thought I was a pretty good house keeper. I thought I was pretty good at not being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pack rat&lt;/span&gt;. And I also thought moving wasn't that big of a deal if you were neat and organized. HA! Boy was I wrong! We were amazed at the junk we accumulated in 17 years. I was mortified at how filthy my house actually was. And moving is a very big deal no matter what, and should only be done by the young. We will be renting for a while and on one hand I never want to move again while on another I think it may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to remove everything from the house once a year. That way you know what's under it, behind it, and if it needs to be tossed. We are all moved to the new place now.......just how long it takes to get moved in is another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-4917727788645276663?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/4917727788645276663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=4917727788645276663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4917727788645276663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4917727788645276663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-goodness-thats-over.html' title='Thank goodness that&apos;s over !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-38524143884178444</id><published>2008-11-26T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:12:35.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Fuss Russ"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273073866028253778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24vkMCglI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NVl6LcuBaXQ/s200/PB080050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24wFdEdKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/afrrfx1_vrQ/s1600-h/PB160093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273073874958054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24wFdEdKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/afrrfx1_vrQ/s200/PB160093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24v5AVWXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5K_1qDp9L-M/s1600-h/PB160084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273073871616301426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24v5AVWXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5K_1qDp9L-M/s200/PB160084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Russell! I'm pretty sure I've blogged about my visits with him before but I wanted to do it again. This boy is simply amazing! The reason I called him no fuss Russ is exactly that. No fuss. Now I've been around my share of 16 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; before. Heck I even was one a long time ago and I will assure you he is amazing. Maybe he was on his best behavior because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; weren't around (or maybe they threatened him), but he never once gave me a reason for concern. Never had to be asked to help. Did his homework and took care of all his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt; without anyone on his back. This to me is amazing. Not only is Russell no fuss. He's a great help with Emma, super funny, super smart and well.....pretty much amazing. I'm thankful for the time I had to spend with him and look forward to our next visit. I love you Russell. Keep smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24vQ5FqTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9KdnR5d6Vtk/s1600-h/PB210138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-38524143884178444?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/38524143884178444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=38524143884178444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/38524143884178444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/38524143884178444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-fuss-russ.html' title='&quot;No Fuss Russ&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS24vkMCglI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NVl6LcuBaXQ/s72-c/PB080050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-8179984814754804121</id><published>2008-11-26T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:52:06.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boosha Rump"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zqLxzTvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3hyuove2v90/s1600-h/PB160088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068276018269938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zqLxzTvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3hyuove2v90/s200/PB160088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zp0OHDZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RCrsHrwjni0/s1600-h/PB160105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068269694553490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zp0OHDZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RCrsHrwjni0/s200/PB160105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zpjXT7rI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1L5dls7i5F8/s1600-h/PB080047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068265169743538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zpjXT7rI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1L5dls7i5F8/s200/PB080047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Davis! Alright he's much to old to be called my little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boosha&lt;/span&gt; Rump" but that is a name he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; when he was my sweet little side kick. Let me tell you..... this guy is pretty much perfect. I can't believe what a smart, sweet, and sensitive young man he's turning out to be. All of my favorite things about him still ring true, and our relationship was as if he'd never moved away. Davis was a pleasure to spend time with and I looked forward to our mornings together, and also looked forward to picking him up from wrestling practice every afternoon. He was so protective of me and spent much time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;worrying&lt;/span&gt; himself about me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;well being&lt;/span&gt;. There's a new member in their family, a kitten named Luna ("Lunatic" as I lovingly referred to her) and Davis showed so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; in loving and caring for her. It made me so proud. It was very hard to say goodbye to him and look forward to seeing him again soon. I love you Davis, my little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boosha&lt;/span&gt; Rump".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-8179984814754804121?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/8179984814754804121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=8179984814754804121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8179984814754804121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8179984814754804121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/11/boosha-rump.html' title='&quot;Boosha Rump&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2zqLxzTvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3hyuove2v90/s72-c/PB160088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-3721539685639596434</id><published>2008-11-26T13:38:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:28:58.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Emmalicious Angelface"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273037951568179490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2YFEZf8SI/AAAAAAAAANk/qRilqRnrZc0/s200/PB040013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meet Emma! I have tons of pictures of this little angel but for some reason I love this one! That sweet little crooked smile, when I look at it I can almost hear her voice. Emma will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; years old in January and I have only seen her twice. Once for a couple hours when she was nine months old and once last May for a few days in Minnesota at Samantha's graduation from college. Knowing how children can be I must admit I was a little worried at how Emma would take to me upon her parents departure, especially since they were leaving the country for two weeks. Well I only have two words to say....NO PROBLEM. From the minute they picked me up from the airport we had an instant bond. I really feel a connection with her and I am so thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were able to spend this time together. The funny things she said to me. The sweet personality she has, along with some peculiar habits made me that much more in love with this sweet little angel. I want to sit and make a list of all the funny and cute things she did and said so that I'll never forget them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273060026917999954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2sKBfCVVI/AAAAAAAAANs/ExyZ0j2kppM/s200/PB040016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273060037497153986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2sKo5TacI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q5aEXVRQQiw/s200/PB120068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273060028110925218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2sKF7c7aI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OHUsjmt_6ag/s200/PB070036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's a really neat Museum very close to her house called the Hand's On Children Museum. It's right by the Capitol and Emma and I went there several times. She loves this place and although I did think of it more as a "germ breading ground" I have to admit the place is brilliant. I did find myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; wishing I had some place like that to take my children when they were small. When I wasn't moving her away from coughing children or trying to sanitize everything she touched, It was a real pleasure to watch her imagination run wild with all the different exhibits. Even if her favorites things to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; what I would have liked it's a wonderful thing to not have to say, no you can't touch that, or you have to be quiet, or don't make a mess. You actually can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273061547424714066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2tih0FjVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LkCeNiSI45M/s200/PB070028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273061541531378434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2tiL3AYwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VKE3HWZMQTg/s200/PB070024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273061546323181394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2tidtdf1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7PXVooaYfco/s200/PB070034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273061541432834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2tiLfgu7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/kFCSkdk26hI/s200/PB070025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't wait to see her again and hope she will have fond memories of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I take a shower by myself it makes me miss her a little. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I sleep the whole night through with no bruises on my kidneys from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kick box&lt;/span&gt; champion of the world, I think of her. Even though I still hear in my sleep "I'm done....Wipe me up" it was a pleasure to help her out. And best of all now I know that watching Barney 5,000,000,000 times in a row will not make your head explode. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmalicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Angelface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-3721539685639596434?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/3721539685639596434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=3721539685639596434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3721539685639596434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3721539685639596434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/11/emmalicious-angelface.html' title='&quot;Emmalicious Angelface&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2YFEZf8SI/AAAAAAAAANk/qRilqRnrZc0/s72-c/PB040013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-3209678127874444919</id><published>2008-11-25T11:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:37:48.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...I'm home !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2W8iB1G1I/AAAAAAAAANc/wKdVngHDySU/s1600-h/PB040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273036705391516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2W8iB1G1I/AAAAAAAAANc/wKdVngHDySU/s200/PB040002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2SPlbMEQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zIgvSPx_tl0/s1600-h/PB040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273031535162560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2SPlbMEQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zIgvSPx_tl0/s200/PB040004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Washington was BEAUTIFUL!!! Everywhere you look it's another spectacular view. The pictures above were taking from the balcony of Kym's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;. The weather was nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;, and other days it was rainy and cold, but I can't complain. I had a wonderful trip and look forward to visiting again, but man was I happy to get home. I missed Darin too much and won't be going anywhere without him again for that long. The driving out there absolutely petrified me. I was sure any minute the brakes or the transmission would fail and I would certainly have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; crash, and if it wasn't mechanical failure that would kill me the traffic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; would. I promise I'll never complain about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;speed weeks&lt;/span&gt; traffic again. I was able to spend a few days with Kym and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jym&lt;/span&gt; when they returned from their trip before I came home so I did get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of places with them driving. Whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035662035983538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2V_zOfHLI/AAAAAAAAANE/_Tu24drFk48/s200/PB220147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035669007060098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2WANMhTII/AAAAAAAAANM/yNzR1qF6C9E/s200/PB220151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273035672398158418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2WAZ1BWlI/AAAAAAAAANU/gzNrKhTLCN4/s200/PB220148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-3209678127874444919?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/3209678127874444919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=3209678127874444919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3209678127874444919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3209678127874444919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/11/whewim-home.html' title='Whew...I&apos;m home !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SS2W8iB1G1I/AAAAAAAAANc/wKdVngHDySU/s72-c/PB040002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-4790444574551292860</id><published>2008-10-29T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:52:18.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympia...here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SQjBZQME0QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fWY5kvCz1yw/s1600-h/n592234419_1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262668804168929538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SQjBZQME0QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fWY5kvCz1yw/s200/n592234419_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday I will be flying to Washington State for 3 weeks to hang out with Kym's children while she and her hubby Jim go on a Mediterranean Cruise. I'm super anxious! I'm so excited to spend time with my niece and nephews. I was able to visit with them shortly last year in Minnesota for Samantha's graduation, but now we'll really have time to spend together. While I am there I will teach Emma to read and possibly speak a second language. I will teach Davis how to drive and take him skydiving. Russell will probably be teaching me some stuff, and perhaps we will get him a concealed weapons permit or maybe a couple tattoos. Who knows, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure how well I will sleep. I wonder who will tuck me in bed each night and bring me my night snack. Don't know who will rub my feet when they are tired. Been thinking who will screen my calls, and make me bust out laughing when I'm just about to cry. See as everyone should know now I am old, and I'm at the point in my life where I need some extra help.(Okay I've always been pampered). I'm sure I can bribe the little ones into catering to me, but no one does it better than Darin. Since we married we have never been apart for more than a week and I'm worried how he will do without me.(Sounds like it huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'm really excited to be going and a little anxious because....well I'm me. I'm happy to be able do this for them and really look forward to it. Not sure if I'll be blogging while I'm there, but I will be taking tons of pictures :) This is one of my favorite pictures of them, but it's super old so hopefully I can take one just as cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-4790444574551292860?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/4790444574551292860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=4790444574551292860' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4790444574551292860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4790444574551292860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/10/olympiahere-i-come.html' title='Olympia...here I come!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SQjBZQME0QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fWY5kvCz1yw/s72-c/n592234419_1531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-1865572572374876651</id><published>2008-10-29T09:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:35:12.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUBBY TAG!</title><content type='html'>WHERE DID YOU MEET YOUR HUSBAND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HOW LONG DID YOU DATE BEFORE YOU GOT MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On and off for about 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;August 15,1987 - 21 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT DOES HE DO THAT SURPRISES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He learned long ago that I do NOT like surprises at all. So nothing really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FEATURE OF HIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;His personality, and his ability to make me laugh even when I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS HIS BEST QUALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The way he loves and nutures his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DOES HE HAVE A NICKNAME FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nothing out of the norm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Not really one thing in particular. His favorite place to eat is Cracker Barrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nascar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN AND WHERE DID YOU FIRST KISS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the chair in my parents piano room after we had been "going together" for 6 months. Remember I was 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO AS A COUPLE?&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anything as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A 22 year old daughter and a 18 year old son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DOES HE HAVE ANY HIDDEN TALENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He's actually super funny but people rarely see it because he's so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HOW OLD IS HE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAID "I LOVE YOU" FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE MUSIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Classic Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU ADMIRE MOST ABOUT HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;His love and devotion has always made the kids and I feel like we are all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know his favorite but know he hates red and green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL HE READ THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Probably not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU TAG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Everyone who reads this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-1865572572374876651?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/1865572572374876651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=1865572572374876651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1865572572374876651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1865572572374876651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/10/hubby-tag.html' title='HUBBY TAG!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-832001412362615139</id><published>2008-10-28T08:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:30:27.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>6 Random Facts About Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I was a speed skater when I was young. Skating was my passion, and I still skate everyday. (Well in my mind anyway)&lt;br /&gt;2.) I have obsessive compulsive disorder, and certain things disturb me to the point of physical sickness and/or panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I love to eat, yet HATE to cook and find it to be gross waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;germaphobic&lt;/span&gt;. I know better, and I know it's crazy, but can't stop it. Some days are better than others.&lt;br /&gt;5.) I'm very shy, yet love to talk, yet hate to talk on the phone. I know it's very strange.&lt;br /&gt;6.) I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with Asian babies (hope to have one one day of my own) and the Asian culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I'm supposed to tag some people. I tag everyone who reads this and will participate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-832001412362615139?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/832001412362615139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=832001412362615139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/832001412362615139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/832001412362615139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-5325146053882328516</id><published>2008-10-11T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:34:51.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's 40, take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After work today Darin and I went out to dinner to celebrate my birthday. Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; ! There was a bunch of us and I had a wonderful time with my friends and family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256688807198775090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOCnnfa1zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YAElpt1qWLg/s200/PA100031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Richard &amp;amp; Amy Hill, Randy &amp;amp; Marie Child, Darin &amp;amp; I, Jordan &amp;amp; Michael Davis, Mom &amp;amp; Dad, Claire &amp;amp; Kevin, Wendy &amp;amp; Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allaway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690297681552498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOD-X-NJHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zVnWfHBUu18/s200/PA100032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tabi's&lt;/span&gt; friend), Randy Child, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shalee&lt;/span&gt; Taylor(Behind Chris's head), Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phaffl&lt;/span&gt; and Tabitha Child.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690292674708930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOD-FUexcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qG2A4MYF1b0/s200/PA100025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kevin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ralyn&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Julynne&lt;/span&gt; Taylor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690296221256706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOD-SiCzAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3liDOqijpbQ/s200/PA100026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Meem&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Amps (June &amp;amp; Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Edinger&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690313574682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOD_TLbEWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y8de-9KAR0I/s200/PA100029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a beautiful statue I received from the Taylor family. There's a story behind, and maybe I'll blog it one day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690304961095522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOD-zFyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/rAzSR6QTrDc/s200/PA110040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My beautiful flowers, cards, gifts and balloons. I had a wonderful birthday and will cherish all these memories forever. And 40 is great!!! I think I love it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-5325146053882328516?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/5325146053882328516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=5325146053882328516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5325146053882328516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5325146053882328516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-whos-40-take-2.html' title='Look who&apos;s 40, take 2'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPOCnnfa1zI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YAElpt1qWLg/s72-c/PA100031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-1874388194756227398</id><published>2008-10-10T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:31:04.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfl4sY9NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/z_mNNqhUw6Q/s1600-h/PA090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256650294549869778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfl4sY9NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/z_mNNqhUw6Q/s200/PA090006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I awoke to the most beautiful roses from my wonderful husband for my 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday with a sweet little tiny cake just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNeGP68nbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QGh8xqhdUks/s1600-h/PA090018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256648651517500850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNeGP68nbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QGh8xqhdUks/s200/PA090018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is close up of one of the roses because I have never seen any like it and thought they were gorgeous. They are red and pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;variegated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256650300723760850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfmPsXDtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hSTo4XVPy3E/s200/PA090015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At work, my coworkers surprised me with a yummy chocolate fudge cake and even sang to me. Wish I would've taken pics of them but I forgot :( I am 40 you know. Beside the cake at work, I couldn't begin to tell the amount of messages, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;voicemail&lt;/span&gt;, texts, emails, and phone calls I received throughout the day from all my family and friends. I was really touched by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; thoughtfulness and well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256650299066306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfmJhMTeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bAXgpyp_9uE/s200/PA090007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my wonderful friend Stacey took me out to lunch to my very favorite restaurant in the world, "Cracker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barrel&lt;/span&gt;". We had a great time even though our time together was short. This is a pic of Stacey and Corbin (a little guy Stacey babysits).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256650303476767650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfmZ8um6I/AAAAAAAAALA/rRYKCQumMK4/s200/PA090011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next is picture of me and sweet "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LilaBeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". I love this kid and best of all she love me:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256650302966565234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfmYDFiXI/AAAAAAAAALI/OH6GZFdmDAM/s200/PA090014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I had the best birthday ever and when it was time for bed I told Darin that I didn't want to go to sleep because I didn't want my birthday to be over, so he told me tomorrow could be my birthday too, so.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-1874388194756227398?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/1874388194756227398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=1874388194756227398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1874388194756227398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1874388194756227398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-whos-40.html' title='Look who&apos;s 40'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SPNfl4sY9NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/z_mNNqhUw6Q/s72-c/PA090006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-8983865338353470803</id><published>2008-09-26T15:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:05:38.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"They think his tractor's sexy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SOItlGmkahI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9Gw1maa_0qE/s1600-h/P9210002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251810230918212114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SOItlGmkahI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9Gw1maa_0qE/s200/P9210002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darin and I were sitting in the house relaxing over the weekend and heard a rumble coming from outside. Imagine our surprise to find this scene when we investigated further by going outside. Now don't ask me why I thought this was so funny, but I got the biggest kick out of it. (could be the size of our yard in comparison to the tractor, but it sure tickled me). Randy and his friend Chris were doing his Mother's yard, and decided to be nice and mow ours also. That's why I love this boy so much. Just when I'm so frustrated with him I want to torture him with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;medieval&lt;/span&gt; torture device he does something like this. Randy was the sweetest, most giving, and helpful kid ever. He was always worried about everyone else and loved to take care of others. This just reaffirms to me that all is not lost. Even if Randy's reasoning for helping is that "Dad is way to old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crippled&lt;/span&gt; to take care of the lawn himself," we love him and appreciate his help. Thanks Randy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-8983865338353470803?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/8983865338353470803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=8983865338353470803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8983865338353470803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8983865338353470803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-think-his-tractors-sexy.html' title='&quot;They think his tractor&apos;s sexy&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SOItlGmkahI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9Gw1maa_0qE/s72-c/P9210002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-2149193807168819152</id><published>2008-09-23T17:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:16:11.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday "Doll"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SOIqvYhpgaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xPSmhIeKgyI/s1600-h/Project1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251807108993221026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SOIqvYhpgaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xPSmhIeKgyI/s200/Project1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my Tabitha's 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I wish I could say where the time has gone. I can remember the day she was born, and all the wonderful memories from then until now, just like the 22 years went by in a week. I'm so proud of what a beautiful woman she has become inside and out. She continues to amaze me day after day. I anxiously await her next move in life and feel blessed watching her make her way in this crazy world. Happy Birthday Doll Face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-2149193807168819152?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/2149193807168819152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=2149193807168819152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2149193807168819152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2149193807168819152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-doll.html' title='Happy Birthday &quot;Doll&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SOIqvYhpgaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xPSmhIeKgyI/s72-c/Project1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-5950192811809910763</id><published>2008-09-16T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:04:51.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Heart is in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064770690133282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SNFRm9pzrSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LXO6C3Cjdug/s200/l_b3da91211a7048ad980aacdc3a9907c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was without my camera for a week, I know, I can't believe it either.....Anyway look what I found when my camera was returned. Collin graduated from bootcamp and Tabitha traveled to San Antonio to attend the festivities. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and these certainly do it for me. Nothing makes me happier than to see my family smile and Tabitha's sweet smile in these pics says it all. I'm not sure what the future holds for these two, but the I hope that smile never fades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247064767402406258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SNFRmxZ88XI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5JGOo4E8P5g/s200/m_16ac24384a9c0cfaba255b7044a67e22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-5950192811809910763?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/5950192811809910763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=5950192811809910763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5950192811809910763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5950192811809910763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/09/her-heart-is-in-texas.html' title='Her Heart is in Texas'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SNFRm9pzrSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LXO6C3Cjdug/s72-c/l_b3da91211a7048ad980aacdc3a9907c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-4617897254613119841</id><published>2008-09-13T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:09:39.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Babies and more Babies!</title><content type='html'>Today Mom and I attended another baby shower. This shower was for the little Aubree Elizabeth Morgan. The new arrival for Michelle (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coates&lt;/span&gt;) Morgan and her family is due to arrive next month. The shower was a lot of fun, there was a lot of great food, and the lucky little princess will be set with all the wonderful gifts they received. My camera went with Tabitha to Texas, so I didn't get any pictures, but I will have lots of great memories. There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; many sweet little babies and old friends there to visit with, it was an awesome afternoon. Congratulations to the Morgan Family !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-4617897254613119841?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/4617897254613119841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=4617897254613119841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4617897254613119841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4617897254613119841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/09/babies-babies-and-more-babies.html' title='Babies, Babies and more Babies!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-7243864507919382302</id><published>2008-09-12T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:56:04.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Family !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SM51Gd3iFjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hhTZxbjRz_A/s1600-h/P7200027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246259369890420274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SM51Gd3iFjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hhTZxbjRz_A/s200/P7200027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Uncle Mike and his beautiful new bride Sheila. I'm certain there are better pictures of the happy couple floating around somewhere but for now this is the only one I could dig up. Sheila really was already a part of our family, however now it's "official." I always new when Uncle Mike chose a bride she would be very special, and that she is! I've looked forward to Sheila joining our family, and I know she will be a wonderful addition. Welcome to the family Aunt Sheila :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-7243864507919382302?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/7243864507919382302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=7243864507919382302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7243864507919382302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7243864507919382302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome to the Family !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SM51Gd3iFjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hhTZxbjRz_A/s72-c/P7200027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-5384733780198046217</id><published>2008-09-07T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:55:01.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is Grandparents Day! I know most of you probably didn't know there was such a thing but today is it. I haven't been blessed with grandchildren yet, but had a great day anyway. Tabitha and Randy are the luckiest kids ever. They have the very best grandparents in the world. After church today we had Grandma Child and Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Davis over for lunch. This is pretty amazing since entertaining, especially in my home is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not my thing. Way out of my comfort zone and usually ends up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, we had a wonderful time. It was so nice to sit and visit with each other. I only wish we would do it more often. How all of us were together and I never brought out my camera I can't understand but I do have the memories. We were so blessed to have had them as grandparents for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; and also to learn from their examples how to be wonderful grandparents when our turn comes.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Grandparents Day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-5384733780198046217?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/5384733780198046217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=5384733780198046217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5384733780198046217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5384733780198046217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandparents-day.html' title='Grandparents Day!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-7323871765920311904</id><published>2008-08-21T17:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:57:54.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Baby Showers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SK8Iy0K6_5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3yvfXRDpEoU/s1600-h/P8200057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414560746110866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SK8Iy0K6_5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3yvfXRDpEoU/s200/P8200057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara (Tabi's BFF) flew in from Utah to visit, so her Mom (Julie) and Tabitha threw her an awesome baby shower. She's having a boy, so the family is ecstatic and she got lots of adorable boy stuff. There was way too many cute things to put pics of everything, but couldn't resist this adorable onesie from her little sister Ralyn. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445536615627250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SLKydgk0efI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8QOyhHZW3Ok/s200/P8200054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There were alot of fun games and lots of laughter, but my favorite part of the whole evening was seeing friends together, laughing and having a great time. Congratulations Tara &amp;amp; Ryan ! We can't wait to meet your sweet little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SK8IzFHxRGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TXEVWxwJkj8/s1600-h/P8200037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237414565296292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SK8IzFHxRGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TXEVWxwJkj8/s200/P8200037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tabitha Child, Tara Lobrot and Emily Layman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Life long buds )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-7323871765920311904?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/7323871765920311904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=7323871765920311904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7323871765920311904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7323871765920311904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-baby-showers.html' title='I love Baby Showers!!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SK8Iy0K6_5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3yvfXRDpEoU/s72-c/P8200057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-6600378448997252124</id><published>2008-08-15T07:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:49:10.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Anniversary !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whew....... 21 years!! I'm barely 21 myself. I don't see how this could be. But it's true, Darin and I are celebrating our 21st Wedding Anniversary today. The picture below was taken in 1980 when I was 12 years old and Darin was 15. We were in the apartment of David and Robin Roberts. I lugged this snap shot around in my wallet folded in half so just Darin was showing for years. Mom found this picture and tried to have it restored and this is what we have now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Priceless if I do say so myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369371674537442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKQ3Ne3YbeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9RLV9SrFe60/s200/Darin+%26+Celeste+1980.png" border="0" /&gt;The following picture was our wedding &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picture taken of course on August 15, 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKQ3PeJ_9cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gYNvcJwd6Ck/s1600-h/Project50.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369405843928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKQ3PeJ_9cI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gYNvcJwd6Ck/s200/Project50.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is Darin and I now. Still as in love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and as happy as we were as teeny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boppers&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKQ3PzFHrGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jZ8MnMjC9Gk/s1600-h/s41075ca109711_16_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369411460607074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKQ3PzFHrGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jZ8MnMjC9Gk/s200/s41075ca109711_16_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot express how thankful I am and how blessed I am to have such a wonderful man in my life. After all these years he's still my very favorite person to be around, and my very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;. He still makes me laugh and I still get butterflies in my stomach when I think of him. I do have a wonderful life and Darin and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; perfect for each other. He's a perfect man, a perfect father, and a perfect husband. And well I'm just "PERFECT". And if you don't believe me just ask him ;) Thanks for 21 awesome years Darin, and Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-6600378448997252124?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/6600378448997252124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=6600378448997252124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/6600378448997252124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/6600378448997252124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-21st-anniversary.html' title='Happy 21st Anniversary !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKQ3Ne3YbeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9RLV9SrFe60/s72-c/Darin+%26+Celeste+1980.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-8151505710041008190</id><published>2008-08-12T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:52:10.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on "Lambchop"</title><content type='html'>Randy's leg is much better now. It was a pretty bad bite and required several trips to the Dr. Unfortunately he had an allergic reaction to one of the prescribed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt; and became covered in hives. Hopefully his last visit to the doctor was on Friday and he said one more week on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; should take care of it. It turned into a big hole in his leg that turned black and then eventually started closing up. It's no longer red and swollen and seems to be healing nicely thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-8151505710041008190?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/8151505710041008190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=8151505710041008190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8151505710041008190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8151505710041008190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-lambchop.html' title='Update on &quot;Lambchop&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-802862706744596932</id><published>2008-08-10T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:03:35.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nephew Time"</title><content type='html'>We were finally able to spend some time with Russell Jr. The fact that he lives in Washington State makes it a snippet difficult for a lot of bonding time. He's down for the summer with his father, so we got to steal him away for a couple days. It's pretty boring at our house so I thought we'd have some fun at the local water park. Wednesday evenings during the summer offer quite the bargain. Six dollars to get in after 5:00. So after work Darin and I ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeLand&lt;/span&gt; to pick him up and met Aunt Wendy and Uncle Chris along with a couple of their friends for an evening of fun. Sounds boring with a bunch of old people I know, but Jordan was away, and so were Nick and Josh. Bad timing...any way while Uncle Darin waited in line for tickets, Russell played some games while I snapped pictures and watched. He really was having fun even though his expression says different ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233688282281600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKHLw3KE5oI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iXP2cCeU4Vs/s200/P8060005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won a bunch of tickets and ended up giving them to a little boy and his brother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Awwwwww&lt;/span&gt; !!! Other than that the evening was a bust. Not only are we feeling the crunch of this fallen economy, so were the other 2500 people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; Beach looking for a "deal". After fighting the crowd for about three hours we headed across the street to the Cold Stone Creamery for some yummy, million dollar ice creams. It was my pleasure to provide the entertainment for the evening by having a bird crap on me as we walked. (Hey, I'll do anything to make Russell laugh, and laugh he did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the water park we dropped him off to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa Davis. The following day after work Darin and I returned to play some games and have dinner before returning him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DeLand&lt;/span&gt;. We had a good time with Grandma and Grandpa, took some pics then off to take him home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233614447110350546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKGInFtdZtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fgeySs2mWAk/s200/P8070009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was sad as I wanted to spend longer with him, but plan to hang out again before he goes home for school. This guy really makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKGInp_Af7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/n928zk5n4sI/s1600-h/P8070019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233614456847630258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKGInp_Af7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/n928zk5n4sI/s200/P8070019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he's amazing as well, just look at those eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKGIo-zLOGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RIpkKqnMQZo/s1600-h/P8070013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233614479615015010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKGIo-zLOGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RIpkKqnMQZo/s200/P8070013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-802862706744596932?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/802862706744596932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=802862706744596932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/802862706744596932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/802862706744596932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/08/nephew-time.html' title='&quot;Nephew Time&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SKHLw3KE5oI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iXP2cCeU4Vs/s72-c/P8060005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-1730861923161680275</id><published>2008-08-01T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:53.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me the Dog Whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SJNdJx9-aoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8n2w-Z-PTdg/s1600-h/P7300003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229626014920764034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SJNdJx9-aoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8n2w-Z-PTdg/s200/P7300003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These three beautiful little pups are my charge for the week. Karl and his family are spending the week over at Disney so Sam (multi colored),Venus (white) and Milo (black) are hanging out with Mercedes. Aside from the middle of the night bark fests, we are getting along just fine. Mercedes does not bark so when they hear a leaf fall in a backyard across town the frantic barking does give me quite a jolt. After I catch my breath, the dizziness, chest pains, and throbbing headache subside I can usually doze off for five or ten minutes, before the newspaper lands in the driveway of a house also across town, and so on and so forth. Anyway, they really are sweet dogs. Sam's visit so far has consisted of long naps and long nights of slumber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by the twice daily feed and walking in the yard. His snore is very comical, however I can't seem to catch it on video as of yet. Venus has assumed her normal position on the back of the couch staring out the window anticipating the return of her humans. She hasn't eaten and is barely drinking, but will accept treats when offered. This was Milo's first ever visit at our house and he is learning that Darin belongs to Mercedes, and as long as he doesn't try any funny stuff he can hang around. He's tried to fit in best he can, but sadly has spent most of his time entertaining himself and wondering why no one will play. I know they are anxiously awaiting the return of their family, and even though they may not think so we really do love them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-1730861923161680275?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/1730861923161680275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=1730861923161680275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1730861923161680275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1730861923161680275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-me-dog-whisperer.html' title='Call me the Dog Whisperer'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SJNdJx9-aoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8n2w-Z-PTdg/s72-c/P7300003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-4826564051914165291</id><published>2008-07-31T07:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:15:12.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambchop has a boo-boo :(</title><content type='html'>Randy, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wittle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lambchop&lt;/span&gt; has a boo-boo. Yea....okay that's disgusting I know. You're supposed to talk sugary sweet about little babies and little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;, but I have to work with what I've got here. Randy is my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lambchop&lt;/span&gt;, and always will be so he doomed to be embarrassed for life by me. He loves his Momma more than anything and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; about that so I can get away it, almost always.   So Randy comes home on Saturday evening and says to Darin and I "I guess I got bit by something" while showing us a little black dot with surrounding redness about the size of a quarter on his right calf. My response to this is the usual bite remedy I think all Mom's use "Keep it clean, don't scratch it and take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt;".    Sunday afternoon he informs us that it is worse. Getting redder, larger, more painful, and swollen. So I kick it up a notch with the standard "keep it clean, don't scratch it, maybe soak in some hot water, add some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt;".    Well Sunday night/Monday morning at 1:00 am I was awoke by Randy letting me know the pain is so bad he needs to go to the ER. Now it's the size of my fist. He cut it with a pocket knife to try and release the pressure himself however only made it bleed and hurt more, so I pick him up, threw him over my shoulder...........okay not really, he hobbled himself to the car and off we went. Now I love my guy to pieces, but I'm a little irritated. Apparently his girlfriend was telling him all evening he needed to go have it looked at. His Dad told him the same, but he thought the best thing would be to wait until the middle of the night and wake me up so I can be stared at like the mother of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; kid that cuts himself.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the doctor laughed at him cutting it himself. Actually he told us girls just come in crying, boys always come in after they try to cut it themselves. Still have no idea what bit him, he said this is Florida, your guess is as good as mine, but something got him. He was put on some antibiotics and we were sent on our way. Today is day #4. Looks a little better but still hurts terribly, so I think back to the doctor we go. (Too bad my "Sister Nurse" went home) :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-4826564051914165291?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/4826564051914165291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=4826564051914165291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4826564051914165291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/4826564051914165291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/lambchop-has-boo-boo.html' title='Lambchop has a boo-boo :('/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-6895326363097484525</id><published>2008-07-29T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:54.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for laughs ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Momma being so sick we were able to see alot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of friends and family as they came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Karl's wife Pat, Sisters Anita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Wendy, and Michael Kelly (a family friend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cBGCe3mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-4tdZueKbDI/s1600-h/P7180016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228498866271084130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cBGCe3mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-4tdZueKbDI/s200/P7180016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela "The Baby"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228512755847175234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9opkvenEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Py7pNXBtttA/s200/Pamela.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pat and Anita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cB_Joc4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/GLMJmwWxLXg/s1600-h/P7180019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228498881601893250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cB_Joc4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/GLMJmwWxLXg/s200/P7180019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Bruce, wife Teresa, and their girls, Emily and Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cCGS6JfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJU9HN_hpHw/s1600-h/P7190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228498883519849970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cCGS6JfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LJU9HN_hpHw/s200/P7190023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone who knows my brother Mike will find this picture of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him some what normal. Now you know why we laugh so much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even at inappropriate times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cCSdAF2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/smJSlTFPMFo/s1600-h/P7150007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228498886783407970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cCSdAF2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/smJSlTFPMFo/s200/P7150007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Uncle Mike and Sheila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228500751687909298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9du1w4f7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eyBGpzz_0_g/s200/P7200027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My friends and boss, Kevin and Julie Taylor. I see them all the time, but LOVE this picture of them so I thought I'd include it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228500759197155826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9dvRvOgfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UskpdeKPn1s/s200/P7200028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mark &amp;amp; Kathy with their daughter Tiffany and granddaughter Stella.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228500766589427250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9dvtRrnjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gRU2sBgOy8g/s200/P7220048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wendy, Me, Momma and Anita. Anita flew in from Utah to help out out with Mom and had to go home on Sunday. I was seriously scared for her to leave and considered calling for the other "Nurse Sister" Kim, but Mom is doing well enough that Kim can be spared the expense of the trip for now. I'm selfish and want to see her sooooo bad but pretty sure I can't make her come to help with Mom, without her actually checking to see if it's neccesary. My wheels are turning though so maybe I'll come up with something good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228500775056035538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9dwM0RztI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K4j01TuUL3k/s200/P7260063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are my nephews Davis and Russell. Russell came to visit but somehow manage to slip off without me taking a picture with him. I loved hanging with him (he makes me laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228515324245010290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9q_ExPZ3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/08OrM7Hsp_Y/s200/P5170077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There were alot more visiters during this time but like Russell, managed to slip out without pictures and like I said, even though times were a little on the tense side it was awesome to see all the people we love. We're so happy Mom is feeling better and can't help but wonder if laughter really isn't the best medicine. Even if she wasn't the one laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-6895326363097484525?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/6895326363097484525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=6895326363097484525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/6895326363097484525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/6895326363097484525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-for-laughs.html' title='A time for laughs ?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI9cBGCe3mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-4tdZueKbDI/s72-c/P7180016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-7496114304306908088</id><published>2008-07-28T16:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:55.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your blessings !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Momma fell flat on her face and spent a week in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hospital we were all super duper sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4krEU1wGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BaIiyRCQc7w/s1600-h/P7150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228156539737849954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4krEU1wGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BaIiyRCQc7w/s200/P7150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Especially Daddy !! (Allie &amp;amp; Noah have nothing on these two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4kwvxYglI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ooLJowAOoc8/s1600-h/P7200025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228156637299638866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4kwvxYglI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ooLJowAOoc8/s200/P7200025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though she didn't want them at first, railings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were installed at both entries to the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Beautiful railings I might add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4kxRtoqFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/idWAFJXEq_Q/s1600-h/P7250055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228156646410725458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4kxRtoqFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/idWAFJXEq_Q/s200/P7250055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416599818812066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI8RMjn0uqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YfWCZAVTUJg/s200/P7270068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now she's feeling better and better everyday&lt;br /&gt;so we are really wheely happy:)&lt;br /&gt;(Especially me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228416603898547602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI8RMy0gjZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1zhfAiOy0sw/s200/P7250060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-7496114304306908088?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/7496114304306908088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=7496114304306908088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7496114304306908088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7496114304306908088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count your blessings !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SI4krEU1wGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BaIiyRCQc7w/s72-c/P7150002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-7602978417310753103</id><published>2008-07-22T17:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:55.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my crazy babies !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId9Dj-kZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nacNs-1M2NM/s1600-h/l_410fc9c91ea61a5f02807ad59cc21673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226283392737503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId9Dj-kZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nacNs-1M2NM/s200/l_410fc9c91ea61a5f02807ad59cc21673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day my sweet baby was over visiting ("Visiting" is parental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; for "Eating"). At the time I did not find this to be a very funny conversation, however &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I play it over in my head I must admit I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know the way I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You know I'm gonna get all upset and stressed out, Why can't you just clean up after yourself so I won't have to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : You know the way I am Mom. Why can't you just clean up after me so it doesn't upset you and stress you out, then we'll get along fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid.....she even makes my heart smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other baby !! Randy decides that the gas prices are too high and having trouble finding much work decided he should sell his beloved truck and get something smaller and better on gas and insurance until things ease up a little. Pretty smart thinking for Randy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId3F1Em4OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T9rCNUgjYtI/s1600-h/P6180147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226276834616205538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId3F1Em4OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T9rCNUgjYtI/s200/P6180147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId3c1QAfBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nKRim9ZziVY/s1600-h/P7220034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId6R6RxA-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/EhrRbH84sRU/s1600-h/P7220034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226280340706886626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId6R6RxA-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/EhrRbH84sRU/s200/P7220034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get it, I guess I'm missing something, and.........I don't care what he does, he's still my best buddy, and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got my heart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-7602978417310753103?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/7602978417310753103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=7602978417310753103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7602978417310753103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7602978417310753103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-crazy-babies.html' title='I love my crazy babies !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SId9Dj-kZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nacNs-1M2NM/s72-c/l_410fc9c91ea61a5f02807ad59cc21673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-3387111343799888799</id><published>2008-07-21T06:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:32:44.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt; !! Today makes ten years since Darin's left eye was removed to rid him of a malignant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melanoma&lt;/span&gt; tumor. Doesn't seem to most like a time to celebrate, but we know that ten years is a significant amount of time and the more time that passes the less we are concerned with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recurrence&lt;/span&gt;. Our fear will probably never go away, but I must admit the daily feeling of  impending doom has greatly decreased this year. I'm so thankful we were blessed with the best doctors, friends and support systems. I know prayers were answered and are still being answered with the outpouring of blessings on Darin. We'll continue the fight by following his health closely and continue our work with The American Cancer Society to search for the cure in hopes that our children and grandchildren are not faced with this awful disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-3387111343799888799?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/3387111343799888799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=3387111343799888799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3387111343799888799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/3387111343799888799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-452686501258063181</id><published>2008-07-16T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:56.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday "Mercedes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SH4mlctuK4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JHCD1vK9T00/s1600-h/Mercedes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223655042601331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SH4mlctuK4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JHCD1vK9T00/s200/Mercedes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't think I'm one of those crazy people who think my dog is human, considers her part of the family and all that. Mercedes is different you see. Although she is of the Miniature Yorkie Canine species, she really exhibits a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;humanlike&lt;/span&gt; behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) It is normal to pee on the bed sheets if they smell too much like laundry soap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clorox&lt;/span&gt; or fabric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;softner&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I spin in circles, jump up and down, and run straight to the car when asked if I wanna go bye-bye. No matter if it's the vet, the groomer, or Dairy Queen. Doesn't everyone do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Even I can hear a banana peel crack or a bread bag open and go running to that sound no matter where I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) When guests come to the house and use MY blanket to cover their legs, I too stand at their feet and stare them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Even as crazy as this sounds I too try and bite anyone that tries to cut my toenails. That can really hurt you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Mercedes is a great addition to our family. It's hard to believe she's 8 years old today. Even though the breed are typical '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yippers&lt;/span&gt;" she never barks. She never leaves the yard when she's let out, and scratches the door when she's ready to come back in. She's never complained when my house is a mess. Heck she doesn't even mind if my breath stinks. I do realize that it's not fair that I have the perfect husband, the perfect children and the perfect dog. I also realize I am super duper lucky :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great birthday "Sadie Sue" We love you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-452686501258063181?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/452686501258063181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=452686501258063181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/452686501258063181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/452686501258063181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-mercedes.html' title='Happy Birthday &quot;Mercedes&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SH4mlctuK4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JHCD1vK9T00/s72-c/Mercedes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-1985288427434060124</id><published>2008-07-07T18:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:56.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day !</title><content type='html'>I love the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July. I'm not much of a summer heat kind of person, but the patriotism, the cookouts, the fireworks, I just love it all. We didn't spend any time with the kids this year which was a little strange for us, but we still managed to enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220657388896425442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SHOAPCcwleI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nWNAr4iUrsE/s200/P7040021_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture may be the reason for the kids not hanging out with us, but I'm not sure. Randy flat out said "Please do not tell me you are wearing matching shirts." I'm kinda thinking that their age is why they would prefer to spend time with friends over us, but I'm going with the shirts as my reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day started with a cookout at Darin's Mom's. We had all the typical cookout food, and a nice visit with family. After the first cookout, we came home, made some ribs to bar-b-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt; and headed over to our very longtime friends, Tracy and Greg's home. They've done a lot of work on their home since purchasing it and have done a great job. The home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pool deck&lt;/span&gt; and yard were absolutely beautiful and we had an amazing night just talking and visiting with old friends. We were actually able to watch some fireworks from right there on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pool deck&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; Day was a great day, just didn't seem quite long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-1985288427434060124?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/1985288427434060124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=1985288427434060124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1985288427434060124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/1985288427434060124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SHOAPCcwleI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nWNAr4iUrsE/s72-c/P7040021_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-2423424752390879643</id><published>2008-07-02T06:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:57:24.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friendly Request</title><content type='html'>Please remind me if I ever mention the thought of moving to anyone, smack me and remind how I despise this. We recently took part in the move of my favorite "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roomies&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tabi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pami&lt;/span&gt;. This actually was the easiest move for us yet. The extent of our help was picking up and returning the moving truck. Alright we did help with the garage sale (another I'd like to be reminded not to do) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-junk last weekend, and I will help with cleaning and closing up the old place, cause that's what I do. I got out of all the actual packing and moving boxes and furniture and unpacking. See I'm really old and tired and those jobs are just too hard on me anymore (batting my eyes and showing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt; lip still works ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of years I've actually been working Darin to sell our place, and buy a small condo or apartment. My goal is to simplify my life as much as possible. I know that the grass is always greener so I just sit back and fantasize in my mind living in my sweet little place with no lawn and no maintenance. However after being reminded of the hassles of moving by watching Tabitha and Pam, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chantelle&lt;/span&gt; and her family, I think I'll just stay put in my little home, and work on keeping it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-2423424752390879643?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/2423424752390879643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=2423424752390879643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2423424752390879643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2423424752390879643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendly-request.html' title='A Friendly Request'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-7532888064949532223</id><published>2008-06-25T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:57.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with my Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216236060413643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGPLD2WJzMI/AAAAAAAAACY/oqTWuFRw9Wg/s200/P6250003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGPLXbPUFaI/AAAAAAAAACg/kyUu01bZBJc/s1600-h/P6250001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216236396734584226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGPLXbPUFaI/AAAAAAAAACg/kyUu01bZBJc/s200/P6250001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216238130849977698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGPM8XUpFWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AtSP7kvhejQ/s200/P6250008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been walking with buddies of the human variety, but instead of torturing everyone with pictures of us all sweaty and gross I thought I'd post some of the other friends we have at our favorite walking park. The squirrels are really really tame. Some people actually bring nuts there and feed them out of their hands. Others just walk around dodging them as to not trip over them. Okay that was a bit of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt;, and some of us are a tiny bit scared of them. But I love that this park is in my backyard. Okay it's not really in my backyard but it's in my neighborhood. Okay it's not really in my neighborhood but it is pretty close. And it is a really beautiful place. Even has a couple fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216275596532751138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGPvBJ3fmyI/AAAAAAAAADA/y3caYA65SQA/s200/P6250004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyway I have a few friends which shall remain nameless, that have encouraged me to do some walking. Now me and exercise do not mix, however with much careful prodding I finally agreed to join in. The first week I was so busy doing rain dances all day so we'd have to cancel our walk, I could hardly get any work done. No such luck!! So walking I went. I walked, and I cussed, and I complained, and I moaned, and I got sweaty, even had really dramatic fainting spells and all. Did that phase anyone? Did anyone call 911? NO!! So I kept walking. The second week was much less dramatic. I did complain a little, still tried to get out of it with any excuse, kept on sweating, but kept on walking. Amazingly enough week three has been quite different. I'm actually enjoying it just a little bit. Well maybe not enjoying it but must admit I feel better for it. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; when I come home I look in the mirror and even though it feels like I'm walking my butt off, guess what? It's still there. If and when it does fall off I will post pics, but for now I'm off walking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-7532888064949532223?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/7532888064949532223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=7532888064949532223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7532888064949532223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/7532888064949532223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-with-my-buddies.html' title='Walking with my Buddies'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGPLD2WJzMI/AAAAAAAAACY/oqTWuFRw9Wg/s72-c/P6250003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-2355247784412761641</id><published>2008-06-16T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:58.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day !</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Father's Day. We went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; to attend church with my father and spend some time with him. Afterward we went over to Darin's Mom's for lunch. She fixed us a great meal and had a nice visit. We were able to spend some time with her, Dakota (Darin's nephew), "Little" Randy and "Big" Randy. It was kind of a quiet day. Tabitha had to work all day so we missed her :( All the Father's in my life are very special to me and for that I am very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217757288773172402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGkym_mHvLI/AAAAAAAAADU/i1OSh_YvFH0/s200/Project37.png" border="0" /&gt; Darin is not only the best Husband in the world but also the best Father in the world. If it hadn't been for their rotten Mother I know my kids would've turned out perfect ;) If there had to be one word to describe Darin it would have to be "Caretaker." Darin is the one you always find standing in the background watching over and making sure everyone and everything is perfect. I've never seen him turn anyone away that was in need of his help. My children and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; been spoiled by this "Super Man" We're thankful everyday to have him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217759680016405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGk0yLq704I/AAAAAAAAADc/ItYMv1DThBs/s200/Project38.png" border="0" /&gt;This is Darin's father. I never had the pleasure of knowing this wonderful man, as he was taken from his family by cancer when Darin was only a child. His Mother did a great job in raising them, and being both their Mother and Father. I know he was very special man and would be proud of the wonderful men his sons Darin and Randy have turned out to be. I look forward to meeting him one day, and to see the smiles on his family's faces to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217762199770480978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGk3E2fHwVI/AAAAAAAAADk/vGVFUJT-jXw/s200/P5110023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Daddy is the kindest, most gentle, the absolute smartest, and loving person I know. I sit and marvel at how much love this man has to give. There's never been a time I had to question his love for me. He has always been a rock in my life. There for me whenever I needed him. Never judged me and always made me feel like I was the apple of his eye, and that I was the most important thing he had. This as you know was quite a feat since there are 10 of us children and I'm positive everyone of us feels the same. I was loved and accepted even when I wasn't the easiest to love. I'm thankful for his love and most of all his love of the Lord, and his beautiful testimony of the gospel. I love you Daddy! &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Father's Day !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-2355247784412761641?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/2355247784412761641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=2355247784412761641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2355247784412761641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/2355247784412761641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGkym_mHvLI/AAAAAAAAADU/i1OSh_YvFH0/s72-c/Project37.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-5703448261759999043</id><published>2008-05-26T08:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:58.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You go with your GRAD self !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SFwEO1sS4KI/AAAAAAAAABE/AGQY_zMtlZA/s1600-h/P5170065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SFwBPvkIjGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mZ4ScTy8WLk/s1600-h/P5170066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214043838565878882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SFwBPvkIjGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mZ4ScTy8WLk/s320/P5170066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darin and I recently returned from a trip to Minnesota. The main reason for the trip was to see my niece Samantha (Kim's daughter) graduate from college. I really enjoyed spending time (although not as much as I would've liked) with Samantha and the rest of Kim's family. We went on a nice tour of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;-St.Paul area, had a few meals, and lots of laughter together. Samantha is a beautiful person inside and out and makes me proud to be her Aunt. From the time she was a small child she's amazed me with her intelligence and humor. I knew all along she would go far and I look forward to watching her make her next move in this game we call life. Congratulations Sam, and again.......You go with your "GRAD" self ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-5703448261759999043?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/5703448261759999043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=5703448261759999043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5703448261759999043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/5703448261759999043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-go-with-your-grad-self.html' title='You go with your GRAD self !'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SFwBPvkIjGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mZ4ScTy8WLk/s72-c/P5170066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-8966847555827535615</id><published>2008-05-12T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:21:59.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just wanted to share with everyone how thankful I am and how lucky I feel to be a mother. I had a wonderful Mother's Day. First of all Tabitha, Randy and Darin gave me a wonderful (pink) digital camera. (Now I get to be the annoying one always taking pictures). We joined Darin's family for a beautiful lunch and had a great time just being together. We normally would gather for a group photo, but the sand storm in the dirt parking lot didn't make for a nice backdrop. Oh well maybe next year. These are the few photos I took while inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216168427531751442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGONjGOjUBI/AAAAAAAAABY/c2cKChzucOo/s320/P5110014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Little" Randy, Me and Darin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216169609263387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGOOn4hVE4I/AAAAAAAAABg/lXzmOQsXDNs/s320/P5110012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tabitha and her friend, Mallory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216170328455062274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGOPRvt_IwI/AAAAAAAAABo/Azy3lEdhNl0/s320/P5110008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darin's nephew Dakota, sister Judi and Mother (Marie).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216171026412608130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGOP6X0CGoI/AAAAAAAAABw/6DsicH13Jno/s320/P5110011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Darin's sister Jodi, brother-in-law Link and niece Marissa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216172613072606418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGORWulQVNI/AAAAAAAAACA/kTmevvwRq1Y/s320/P5110022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Marissa and Dakota, I added this one just cause they're so darn CUTE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Big" Randy was also there, but somehow dodged all the photos. I'll do better next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a wonderful Mother's Day, as always, but what really makes Mother's Day so special to me is not being pampered myself by my children and the people that love me, but to honor all the Mother's that I love, most of all MY two mothers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216175031123584850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGOTjehiJ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/2rZGp1NUfmA/s320/P5110025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my Momma. Just seeing her smiling face brings a smile to mine. My Mom has to be the absolute strongest woman in the world. In all my life I don't think I've ever heard her complain. She's had a very good life and radiates positivity. She never has a mean thing to say about anyone, and I know I learned my acceptance of people from her. Of even the most questionable people and situations she always finds some good. When I grow up I want to be just like her. Nothing gives me more comfort than the sound of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; voice. There's not a day that goes by that I'm not thankful she chose me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216177857739242914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGOWIAfOPaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h5MNaoNdjdw/s320/12-8-2004+(3)-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my other Mother. I know the picture is of Darin also, and I probably have better pictures of her, but I love this picture of them. Marie is a great Mother and has been a wonderful Mother-in-law to me. She's always worked extra hard to provide for her children and even now is there at the drop of a hat when anyone needs her. She's shown me love and acceptance, even though I'm sure it wasn't always easy. The love she has for her children is very evident in all she does. And I must admit I look forward to meals of any kind at her house, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; can throw down some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grubbin&lt;/span&gt;. All of her daughters are taking after in that way also. I hope some of that rubbed off on Tabitha through all these years ;) &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful mother's out there !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-8966847555827535615?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/8966847555827535615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=8966847555827535615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8966847555827535615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/8966847555827535615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day !!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/SGONjGOjUBI/AAAAAAAAABY/c2cKChzucOo/s72-c/P5110014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8361952336965758998.post-488033571884782722</id><published>2008-02-05T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:00:55.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes :)</title><content type='html'>I don't really have any idea what to write about on this thing, but really enjoy reading others and keeping up with people's lives by reading theirs so I would like to give it a try. We'll see what happens. Hopefully I'll get the hang of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8361952336965758998-488033571884782722?l=celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/feeds/488033571884782722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8361952336965758998&amp;postID=488033571884782722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/488033571884782722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8361952336965758998/posts/default/488033571884782722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celebraterememberfightback.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-goes.html' title='Here goes :)'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18425365844436379092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bO_JXnfmQEw/R_JIcMUdsGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PzER72Pjx40/S220/s41075ca109711_16_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
