tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31146305783058982962024-03-14T05:53:13.527-07:00The Hays FamilyThe Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-66335576170115473722010-11-09T18:46:00.000-08:002010-11-09T19:24:02.277-08:00Miracles of Thanks Giving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmIiLmCH9KJtj-FrZ8pkXz35jIyevh1Uon-QvJUXZUz7H4-TxjWd0NAZtfsDFmsUWqebkIssVrARFI9b0z3HNNzNMlzdbc7SRgdlvC8_E5445MMkS83tUhRpN1DriMGIbXkYBVI8PkfzH/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="176" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmIiLmCH9KJtj-FrZ8pkXz35jIyevh1Uon-QvJUXZUz7H4-TxjWd0NAZtfsDFmsUWqebkIssVrARFI9b0z3HNNzNMlzdbc7SRgdlvC8_E5445MMkS83tUhRpN1DriMGIbXkYBVI8PkfzH/s400/baby.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Most everyone knows that we are expecting a new little one in June 2011. While another little boy would be great to even out the numbers in our house I'm fairly certain this baby is a girl-- call it a hunch, call it mother's intuition, call it a guess, call it whatever you wish. What some don't know is the journey and miracle that have brought us to this place. It's a personal story, but I feel for those struggling with fertility, that it needs to be shared. Following is the story of our journey-<br />
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July 2007- <br />
Christina gave birth to our little Gracie and decided their family with three beautiful children was complete. Jason conceded and had a vasectomy.<br />
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May 2008- <br />
Christina passes away from Ovarian cancer.<br />
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November 2008-<br />
Jason & I are married. We had talked about both wanting more children He confided that though he had had the vasectomy, he had always wanted SEVEN total.. I had always wanted 4- though we didn't agree on a specific number, we did agree that three probably wasn't enough. We looked into our options and found that a vasectomy reversal would give us the best odds of naturally continuing our family and decided we would save for the surgery.<br />
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May 2009-<br />
Not quite two years after the initial surgery we had the vasectomy reversed. We were given a very positive prognosis and said the counts would continue to come up for the next 18 months but that there were already sperm present. Our chances of conceiving were 90% or better!<br />
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November 2009- <br />
Had our first semen analysis and the results weren't great. While the movement was good, our count was only 1 million while a normal count is anywhere from 20-40 million. While disappointed by the news, we hadn't yet given up hope as it had only been 6 months.<br />
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June 2010- <br />
We had discussed my adopting our 3 babies since we got married and as luck would have it I have a friend who is a Paralegal. She works with an attorney who does adoptions. She did all of our paperwork and the attorney charged us minimally. Though they had been my babies from day one, now we were legally, lawfully a family. We still felt like there were more babies to come to us.<br />
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August 2010- <br />
15 months out from the reversal we still had not concieved. A healthy couple under the age of 35 unable to conceive after 1 year is counseled to consult a physician. We had waited until after this time as we knew there had been extenuating circumstances in our case. We decided it was, however time to figure out what was going on. The first and easiest determination in fertility issues is with male infertility so Jason went in for another test. We knew by this time, that whatever the numbers were- that was the best they were going to get.<br />
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The end of August the test results came back and were rather devastating. Movement was still good but our count had only risen to 3 million. Our first call was to a Reproductive Endocrinologist. From the test results alone he told us our chances of conceiving naturally were less than 1%. Our best chance was going to be Invitro-Fertilization with ICSI. A procedure that had to be done in Los Angeles and cost upwards of $12,000 dollars. Jason was working out of state and I felt so alone when I got the news. I wanted him to be here to share in my grief. I felt that all our dreams of expanding our family had just been crushed. We didn't have that kind of money and saving it would take years.. time we didn't have since I was already in my 30's. The longer we waited, the higher the risk of complications.<br />
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It took me several days to pull myself together and press on. I knew I couldn't yet give up. So I called the urologist who did the surgery. He told us what we had feared, the numbers weren't great and re-doing the surgery wasn't going to bring them up. Our best bet was Invitro-Fertilization. Shot down twice.<br />
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Jason and I got together and decided we would do whatever it takes-- sell our possessions, the car, have a yard sale.. save every penny to afford the IVF. If we were going to go that drastic it was time for me to make a visit to the doctor myself to make sure there were no issues with my ability to concieve. I set up an appointment with an OB/GYN who specializes in fertility problems. He suggested that we first try a round or two of IUI. A procedure that could be done in office in a matter of minutes and costs only a few hundred dollars. I called Jason when I got home and told him the news. We decided that was probably the best first step to take but coordinating Jason's out of town schedule with my ovulation schedule was going to be a nightmare. He was working out of state for 2-3 weeks at a time and was home 5-7 days a month. <br />
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Beginning of September 2010-<br />
The stress of a new school year, running 3 kids to two different schools at 3 different times, Jason working out of state and worrying about try to concieve and the timing and costs involved had finally taken it's toll. I was tired of trying, I was tired of worrying about it and now I was doubting I even wanted another child if Jason was never home. It was hard enough to chase 3 on my own... how in the world was I going to do adding an infant to the mix? So Jason and I had a little heart to heart and decided we were going to lay off the baby talk until at least after the holidays. <br />
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End of September 2010-<br />
I spent several weeks very sick and it was just adding to the rest of the stress. I couldn't figure out why I was so exhausted, so nauseated all the time. Then my cycle was late. I attributed it to stress and at 4 days late, I took a test just to prove it was stress. 3 agonizingly long minutes later, the pregnancy test was negative. So I continued on, still sick and now certain it was stress and probably the flu. Jason went to a week long training class in Grand Junction, Colorado on the 26th of September. He was to be gone until the following Friday.<br />
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On Tuesday, September 28 I was 10 days late. That had NEVER before happened. I was sure it was again stress and took another test so I could put it out of my mind. In less than 45 seconds the little digital test said PREGNANT. I didn't even know what to do. It was first thing in the morning and I still had kids to get ready for school. I left the test on the bathroom counter. I took the kids to school and ran to the drugstore for two more tests. I was going to need the third one as a tie-breaker in case the 2nd one was negative. I came home and holed myself up in the bathroom and took the second test... less than 30 seconds and it started blinking PREGNANT just like the first one. <br />
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I knew that two seperate digital tests- the most accurate on the market- couldn't be wrong. I sent Jason a text and asked him to Skype with me during his lunch break- a highly unusual request from me- so he did. I asked him if he thought his mom would like to come visit this summer so she could see her new grandbaby born... He yelled and said "We did it! They said it wouldn't happen and we did it!" <br />
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November 2010-<br />
We're now almost 11 weeks. The end of our first trimester will fittingly be Thanksgiving Day and we have much to be Thankful for. My doctor laughed when I came in for my first appointment remembering that I had just been there a month previous seeking fertility advice. God does work in mysterious ways. While I'm still not sure what I'm getting myself into adding another little one to our already crazy house, I'm excited to finally be able to welcome this new little spirit that I know was meant for us. <br />
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We were told that all odds were against us.. medical intervention was our only chance. Cliche says "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans". We were "planning" to wait.. He saw fit to bless us otherwise. It IS possible, Miracles are possible and I'm carrying our miracle now and for that, we are so Thankful.The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-10108494807977854422010-09-10T13:34:00.000-07:002010-09-10T13:52:33.304-07:00New PhotosI know, I know- I haven't posted family pictures since Christmas. We were fortunate to win a delightful photo shoot with <a href="http://www.amybennion.com/">Amy Bennion Photograpy </a>back in May and I'm finally getting the pics posted. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810612068891330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGU1wr0mhCj2bAe6hWeCFbvzs64VOevpzp84cyYMAhQwxPf2qnrElf33WgbxnkGIO66ol9EaftyNXcozY6SpcG0c0JP4mW7p6oHD2DiTIVh4w1a5TTBlF8dTZbCRe8kpm9KRvq3fArafq/s320/2010+011.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810303224014498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNDBT145UTPd51XhscDUx5qKxs0MeAhk5QJ8_9sm0yiaCJxB4IQrN7j0Cy3VF7bRTuE3wZ6EcyjSWTijAZf_IiRddYY54kjHFZyfVYxoA1vGzdx1hcygEcE2nFwTRzVBWAuQQMnn9Y5FdH/s320/adoption+day+013.JPG" /><br /><div><div align="center">I heard a great quote the other day, regarding the repeating difficulties of life "It never gets any easier, you just learn to get through it" It's hard to be without your better half and for the babies to be without dad for days upon days upon days. Let me tell you though, we LOVE having him home for a full week at a time after rotation! Most people get a few hours at night or a day or so on the weekend, but we get Jason for an entire uninterrupted week every month and we sure take advantage of it.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This last week we partook of many adventures- bbq'd at the park, went to Bridal Veil Falls, splashed in the water at The Grotto and took in the breathtaking views of Devil's Kitchen.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Most importantly we went to court where our petition for adoption of the kids was willingly granted! As of June 23, I am officially- legally- lawfully: A Mommy </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Here are some of my favorite pics from our adventures last week-</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCR2EGPv0uOKKErjvwYUU15zMqMnmEHO3O-VqkUHWKX6VSC9jPGQPeQhoo55H6NeNd05nRnRNUe1Dkcew2hMbVtnWP2tsB7U8ts6eVQCKzqKigpcpqZqRRLPTpaYrwSfCNnjga87n0L1R/s1600/adoption+day+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488805689813993522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCR2EGPv0uOKKErjvwYUU15zMqMnmEHO3O-VqkUHWKX6VSC9jPGQPeQhoo55H6NeNd05nRnRNUe1Dkcew2hMbVtnWP2tsB7U8ts6eVQCKzqKigpcpqZqRRLPTpaYrwSfCNnjga87n0L1R/s320/adoption+day+019.JPG" /></a> Bridal Veil Trail with Dad</div><div align="center"><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7rfk202xS18GmDB6n4TwFWsVLu_zVyGTBLienpDjMZ_NZV4rd2ZycAfSUoumPUyLL-yJlWk7OyTdLuDJ0v1n2zmVaXfPbJkEqatOdXPnTqA3SpYL9tFCxtU-SLwtpuGqXiE-G2dvtiMp/s1600/adoption+day+016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488804477586084082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7rfk202xS18GmDB6n4TwFWsVLu_zVyGTBLienpDjMZ_NZV4rd2ZycAfSUoumPUyLL-yJlWk7OyTdLuDJ0v1n2zmVaXfPbJkEqatOdXPnTqA3SpYL9tFCxtU-SLwtpuGqXiE-G2dvtiMp/s320/adoption+day+016.JPG" /></a>Hanging out with Mom on the dock-</div><div>avert your eyes from my blindingly white legs<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2BL8QzL3svEXMBi624FrO46Sa1AeVcLY6JkZBfBbmmyrYCOH8ZzYRlhdSclKIISdbntAvR36JQHBlYRgrIFXtZGdGJz0PJnsLzd2F58A0uKSFNuqIY43FKDgn5c_wBiYbN0iwVon6hhI/s1600/adoption+day+024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488804469768578226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2BL8QzL3svEXMBi624FrO46Sa1AeVcLY6JkZBfBbmmyrYCOH8ZzYRlhdSclKIISdbntAvR36JQHBlYRgrIFXtZGdGJz0PJnsLzd2F58A0uKSFNuqIY43FKDgn5c_wBiYbN0iwVon6hhI/s320/adoption+day+024.JPG" /></a> ADOPTION DAY!!!</div><div></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXK5m7K3CcrpcP4sosq5bN9mxK7LFAaPeVloQsREp2vMe5v4s9A4LFEgWlUiRSpxES347RCY_WapMcS4iiBHaOfjwAQ9JfFannW_-Is5-fCSJm77mal9a95D_fVrqtWHWmEmO1e1ohzke/s1600/adoption+day+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488804460472429890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXK5m7K3CcrpcP4sosq5bN9mxK7LFAaPeVloQsREp2vMe5v4s9A4LFEgWlUiRSpxES347RCY_WapMcS4iiBHaOfjwAQ9JfFannW_-Is5-fCSJm77mal9a95D_fVrqtWHWmEmO1e1ohzke/s320/adoption+day+028.JPG" /></a> All done- back from court<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScao-JYNxppx2xQOs8QMljRQgc93JojVmKq8aWm2ourZRUCaRRh2hdYegTpyBrmn3clcAbl8kC2fCeWiF1xU6Y4Top1GUzmyLoprrNPAi_QLR2DMVTCTHzirhHhyUSK1P7lh-T5kfoA16/s1600/2010+019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488804455430406034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScao-JYNxppx2xQOs8QMljRQgc93JojVmKq8aWm2ourZRUCaRRh2hdYegTpyBrmn3clcAbl8kC2fCeWiF1xU6Y4Top1GUzmyLoprrNPAi_QLR2DMVTCTHzirhHhyUSK1P7lh-T5kfoA16/s320/2010+019.JPG" /></a> Utah Lake Overlook from Payson Canyon</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzfYL8yY8yCAUeIsLT2c-OvM9sfJ1EfBeJ8gTJnQAeWEOpn_g_noitSDXGAzN8gJgpCqbCme1NXcf6tRPVpHD3dBAs28Sf1Lk_hKolh6K12dEEUiH9Wk-Yqj3SboGexR1E4JN8TQHu3X3/s1600/2010+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488804442862156018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzfYL8yY8yCAUeIsLT2c-OvM9sfJ1EfBeJ8gTJnQAeWEOpn_g_noitSDXGAzN8gJgpCqbCme1NXcf6tRPVpHD3dBAs28Sf1Lk_hKolh6K12dEEUiH9Wk-Yqj3SboGexR1E4JN8TQHu3X3/s320/2010+015.JPG" /></a> Playing in the water at The Grotto- Payson Canyon</div><div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv2FLZGiRLPbUnYP7UpHp7WQKXyGQzdaIXsLYbpkS_b-xSYm_mxHOhYF-CSSv-bqDpgtakjDZiyXs4_-5KGq7s3eINxYn4C8pv3FQXY1y_Rxm5CXTCsC6yBb0q8kKYzNV4Nut8zlcGqHQ/s1600/2010+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218501677563634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqv2FLZGiRLPbUnYP7UpHp7WQKXyGQzdaIXsLYbpkS_b-xSYm_mxHOhYF-CSSv-bqDpgtakjDZiyXs4_-5KGq7s3eINxYn4C8pv3FQXY1y_Rxm5CXTCsC6yBb0q8kKYzNV4Nut8zlcGqHQ/s320/2010+013.JPG" /></a> <div><div></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAW0hDo-tJ2iL-X65FSoGd2NgxxDohSKskJdN-JvKkPRoAAZbKhqPPnbXE5VR_JuD9cS0LPesEFz0qvw4Q-Czh16tRA5qqOb03i6Ir54Z_77Mg30eOfaQ_4ioR-gzB5IJwKTSRMrM8Wogp/s1600/2010+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218479350040466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAW0hDo-tJ2iL-X65FSoGd2NgxxDohSKskJdN-JvKkPRoAAZbKhqPPnbXE5VR_JuD9cS0LPesEFz0qvw4Q-Czh16tRA5qqOb03i6Ir54Z_77Mg30eOfaQ_4ioR-gzB5IJwKTSRMrM8Wogp/s320/2010+005.JPG" /></a>Crossing the river while hiking the Grotto Trail</div><div></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8V6DopEI7Kmc9epyDRo85jAYqPbgY5DtFFAUVpRW0UsgLRaihDXXZzeqFOsv3dLvXnMjNZ8xuzEdl4vZGO34gznj39SpeHlVLggOzSFR25Q9PR9tlYqb5I57v_xOc1kCXSxt358LdpgnG/s1600/2010+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218473002444498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8V6DopEI7Kmc9epyDRo85jAYqPbgY5DtFFAUVpRW0UsgLRaihDXXZzeqFOsv3dLvXnMjNZ8xuzEdl4vZGO34gznj39SpeHlVLggOzSFR25Q9PR9tlYqb5I57v_xOc1kCXSxt358LdpgnG/s320/2010+002.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-34970239932680101412010-06-04T17:49:00.000-07:002010-06-04T19:51:46.776-07:00The Oil Field Life @ The RockForever West- That's the tourism slogan for the state of Wyoming. Dust and dirt cover every surface and from the streets you can almost hear the sound of hoofbeats and the crash of bottles against the barroom floor during the 15th fist fight of the night. Although those actual days are long gone, you'd never know it when you set foot in Rock Springs, Wyoming. Jason's new assignment is in this dusty western town and I took the kids up to visit overnight this week.<br /><br />Time has brought the city street lights, WalMart and the lucrative Oil Field Business. There's good money in the field when the market is good and each single waitress and convenience store clerk in Rock Springs is looking for their meal ticket out of town. They know these guys spend weeks at a time away from home and on those lonely nights away they drink to excess and seek the company of women - any woman- who will give them the time of day. While many of these encounters stop with conversation; "Honey", "Darlin" & "Baby" are thrown around by these desperate girls like quarters bouncing out of a slot machine. The Rock - as Rock Springs is affectionately known to the crews- is also home to the World Famous Astro Lounge, a cheap strip club buried in the heart of historic downtown. I've seen the women in that city... I have no idea what these guys are paying to see. <br /><br />They say the oil field is no place for a family man and with the atmosphere I've been exposed to, I can see why. However, I see my husband make it happen every day. He goes to work each morning, does his job superbly and comes back to the hotel. He spends a few minutes after work with the guys and makes sure to call home each night. The kids love being able to "see dad" on the computer when we Skype in the evening.<br /><br />It's a rough life, being apart for weeks at a time, sometimes not knowing whether he's even going to get to call and seeing how exhausted he is at the end of the day. But it's far better than what some other families face. For now, I'm grateful that he's back within driving distance and that we can head out to see him at the drop of a hat. Yes, the oil field isn't for the feint of heart and they say it's not a family environment but to those who say that, I say you've never seen the bond of brotherhood between a crew and you've obviously never met my husband.The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-61379041118964338502010-05-09T20:07:00.000-07:002010-05-09T21:27:51.538-07:00North Dakota "Deployment"10 days and counting... that's how much longer Jason will be gone. He's been in Williston, North Dakota for 5 days now and I keep telling myself it has to get easier. You never know how much help your spouse is until they're no longer there.<br /><br />I count my blessings though that he's so willing to go out and work in these wretched conditions (It's been freezing temps with snow and rain and hail for the last week) to provide for his family. I know it's not any easier on him being away from home than it is for us to be without him. Right now he's working a 14/7 schedule except with travel days it's really more like 15/6 but we'll just be grateful for any time he has at home. This stretch in ND will be the longest that our little family has been apart since we got married but we're tough and the babies and I, we'll just keep counting the days until Dad comes home.The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-33536057500273888762010-05-08T22:35:00.000-07:002010-05-09T22:19:31.478-07:00You Grew in My Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwi65OObYYdGrBwN9zo9FbE64HNlx4OjspJvc45Gd_C_T-OspP-DCPMSm6hrfDknkt5HMyONwU9yKxLuD3noEyYSje-CiOoBALMtzb5rAQI-ybXkH8FLQtTy4ojRDE-Plbx6AG2DnzUDkG/s1600/Mother's+Day+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469506647313172258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwi65OObYYdGrBwN9zo9FbE64HNlx4OjspJvc45Gd_C_T-OspP-DCPMSm6hrfDknkt5HMyONwU9yKxLuD3noEyYSje-CiOoBALMtzb5rAQI-ybXkH8FLQtTy4ojRDE-Plbx6AG2DnzUDkG/s320/Mother's+Day+011.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Mother's Day- full of macaroni necklaces and pictures scribbled by chubby hands, the same hands you try to keep off you clean walls and tuck into bed every night- at least for those lucky enough to have children with whom to celebrate this day. These precious babies come to us in varying ways through birth or adoption or marriage all a part of the Lord's bigger plan. Even for those who don't believe they are mothers in their own right, every woman is one by nature, nurture or design. An Aunt, a Friend, A Co-Worker, a Mentor, a Teacher. One doesn't have to give birth to a child to be seen as a mother.<br /><br />My children did not come to me through birth, but through grief and pain and personal miracles. Though they are not of my blood they are my babies always and forever. So on this blessed holiday I want to wish every Woman a Happy Mother's Day and thank all the women in my children's lives for helping to teach and mold and love them. It's true that it takes a village to raise a child and it takes all kinds to be "mothers".<br /><br />Especially on this day I want to thank my babies' birth mother, Christina for giving me the most precious gifts that one woman could give another. I know she still watches over them from the highest courts above and I can only hope that she's proud of the mother I've become.<br /><br /><br />By: Fleur Conkling Heyliger<br /><br />Not flesh of my flesh,<br />Nor bone of my bone,<br />But still miraculously my own,<br />And don't forget for a single minute,<br />You didn't grow under my heart but in it.</div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-5065662712516876112010-04-26T15:47:00.001-07:002010-04-26T16:01:20.710-07:00A Few Pics...<div align="center">Our little wall-top container garden on the patio. We are growing tomatoes, green bell peppers, red bell peppers & jalapenos. Can't wait for the harvest this summer. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rOsy6xxMxMK4OPkIH2jasmP9pl-STVV-w4hTCQHv81s56knYeXiD9ucGtOvSbyNqW3vV5KLA8db_dFy0TwTwJSO_jShRFhANkkC-2AZI_gdUGyPRFqEB81N3fjBXBTvg-J5LplVPsPfa/s1600/2010+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582649177324642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rOsy6xxMxMK4OPkIH2jasmP9pl-STVV-w4hTCQHv81s56knYeXiD9ucGtOvSbyNqW3vV5KLA8db_dFy0TwTwJSO_jShRFhANkkC-2AZI_gdUGyPRFqEB81N3fjBXBTvg-J5LplVPsPfa/s320/2010+014.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> The living room. Jason even picked the color (after I said <strike>Green</strike>, <strike>Yellow</strike>, <strike>Taupe</strike> RED!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0-u2HH6h-VlBW9bqzRDfvorlzXKQtSOSstvVHLLa9SIxIBzLXVz1f02CDi1LdRwQBhvTpsBXoik8Hf-mqINJiWtNad7U7JKux5oXssWUUNW5UO9U4A4jfVa30ydpV7nBIqUnuedDsGXt/s1600/2010+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582365980691410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji0-u2HH6h-VlBW9bqzRDfvorlzXKQtSOSstvVHLLa9SIxIBzLXVz1f02CDi1LdRwQBhvTpsBXoik8Hf-mqINJiWtNad7U7JKux5oXssWUUNW5UO9U4A4jfVa30ydpV7nBIqUnuedDsGXt/s320/2010+012.JPG" /></a><br /><br /> I couldn't pass up a trip to <a href="http://www.quiltedbear.com/">The Quilted Bear</a>-- Just to look of course, yet somehow this vinyl ended up coming home with me<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGGtDZ_JcSM40mZG72Dv4xTbes6MG7DA1pQboDv6K8YlgXrmhK6PFK7PYQ1DLn-2ZOPmw2Mtc-cX8803RrUE9OvueASJgqjsgJfEaXua-8pRag7BV-5bwRG1aVAwajMNRzTI-d7ZiTyyY/s1600/2010+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582357418428578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGGtDZ_JcSM40mZG72Dv4xTbes6MG7DA1pQboDv6K8YlgXrmhK6PFK7PYQ1DLn-2ZOPmw2Mtc-cX8803RrUE9OvueASJgqjsgJfEaXua-8pRag7BV-5bwRG1aVAwajMNRzTI-d7ZiTyyY/s320/2010+011.JPG" /></a><br />Our Dining Room- (note the aforementioned vinyl)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1Of-o3HIxyLOulzzsOR0oqyAqRwjMkKZaoXTfgEK30Y8jsPOWsc_Tt5OEm3Gzxk10Or6UUJVb3LHgNAp0Q7RVQoRLpLZX3U9pyOsODTRXJxtn4L7BxNROkgaquxCJphBAwSTLqqsZ_Ls/s1600/2010+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582351796662674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1Of-o3HIxyLOulzzsOR0oqyAqRwjMkKZaoXTfgEK30Y8jsPOWsc_Tt5OEm3Gzxk10Or6UUJVb3LHgNAp0Q7RVQoRLpLZX3U9pyOsODTRXJxtn4L7BxNROkgaquxCJphBAwSTLqqsZ_Ls/s320/2010+010.JPG" /></a><br /><br />It's Space Week at Central Elementary and today was Alien Hair Day. I told Madi & Caili to give me their best Alien faces--</div><div>Behold...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdq29DvywfyjzLfpFOi_f-kEezDUktl3yjb5bGS5F-aI7hLq0ycYJ1xEij4BudBG28nFbeCFlu3oWjil7Zjbz4Kh_wAYE0o7ClnUVH3S_rc254CNowvObNk1OXU7Ef-QbN1pcLLPIBbHlk/s1600/2010+009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582341628135922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdq29DvywfyjzLfpFOi_f-kEezDUktl3yjb5bGS5F-aI7hLq0ycYJ1xEij4BudBG28nFbeCFlu3oWjil7Zjbz4Kh_wAYE0o7ClnUVH3S_rc254CNowvObNk1OXU7Ef-QbN1pcLLPIBbHlk/s320/2010+009.JPG" /></a><br />A more subdued Alien<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6ai8lcIyIZTlSmikXSoHUOUGQKbHzrv-yVkPejQSu_oXDtQeYfLFRTvKHSdqZ9DwS6pzaPj1UiyYSSChYXFEzXisSP8nvpRMskC5n9y-OijbzXglidcwpsqGNMZXnzSPTlm9ib2bSiqT/s1600/2010+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582331966919554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6ai8lcIyIZTlSmikXSoHUOUGQKbHzrv-yVkPejQSu_oXDtQeYfLFRTvKHSdqZ9DwS6pzaPj1UiyYSSChYXFEzXisSP8nvpRMskC5n9y-OijbzXglidcwpsqGNMZXnzSPTlm9ib2bSiqT/s320/2010+001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-21887039157061169382010-04-23T22:37:00.001-07:002010-04-23T22:41:08.167-07:00Time Marches On-And before you know it you've moved cross country back to Utah - AGAIN. Oh you didn't move? Well we did. Two cross country moves in one year is just about enough for me. It's great to be back in Utah Valley though. The kids have adjusted fabulously to school and are almost done for the year already. I can't believe how quickly time flies. I looked at the blog and realized it'd been December since I updated so it was about time. The only major development is that we've moved back but I'll try to get pictures posted soon!The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-29848909334252774072009-12-17T06:50:00.000-08:002009-12-17T06:58:59.263-08:00The Proofs are In!We had our first ever family pictures done two weeks ago and though the portraits aren't back yet, I couldn't wait to share the proofs with all of you! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3oHZLRxYRROrPxbwvOdjFO9IWZfKGTxvqLIC_G9hkpj1hSIxqH0R-m3017xwhpFSRzvgyrvnijkrgq3aW_7JkYPdgak516BNTICW-15WLeHzgnSQjSdH6bW1GQL8lYcKj_fUvOTPTKvg/s1600-h/12.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416219152265715906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3oHZLRxYRROrPxbwvOdjFO9IWZfKGTxvqLIC_G9hkpj1hSIxqH0R-m3017xwhpFSRzvgyrvnijkrgq3aW_7JkYPdgak516BNTICW-15WLeHzgnSQjSdH6bW1GQL8lYcKj_fUvOTPTKvg/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii513HzNeMJObKVni4kXlF3auQR2N20RCfZtPJA4CwGJIejGtxTAwCAQzlRPIuphyxTnWfvD18eSBTQ8AMjvesabuV7lIm0X2gWiWcoecpYqP0hjCyS1VS__weV5nP4lTQlfHaCLqUOyQy/s1600-h/9.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218978023751794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii513HzNeMJObKVni4kXlF3auQR2N20RCfZtPJA4CwGJIejGtxTAwCAQzlRPIuphyxTnWfvD18eSBTQ8AMjvesabuV7lIm0X2gWiWcoecpYqP0hjCyS1VS__weV5nP4lTQlfHaCLqUOyQy/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsYKTY1BlLhj5IHkGuJ0w29lL8wzmAlbBK2tPWg35or9sVbdvwXwbS_5N-iqBy9rSpbDgGVTr2UtA0xv0Ym4hZXYU4NntzotEjvrjjpBL__wwTHNh_KQv6xNEr5c56-s04gvxTQg72fjH/s1600-h/7.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218969168823202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsYKTY1BlLhj5IHkGuJ0w29lL8wzmAlbBK2tPWg35or9sVbdvwXwbS_5N-iqBy9rSpbDgGVTr2UtA0xv0Ym4hZXYU4NntzotEjvrjjpBL__wwTHNh_KQv6xNEr5c56-s04gvxTQg72fjH/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtnX71wYW_-uJ1pb5hf2tTNO6buuogOElMUdWY3E9F2bAinC2WZTNj7JLyw6eL2jOp8ljnWrqv2y6m07oCEhRlyZQ3CgeuF3dqAKSVvbuby4Cr4xX4-ds2lU7IFV4hZTgYdBJtQKY8aOS/s1600-h/6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218964910797138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOtnX71wYW_-uJ1pb5hf2tTNO6buuogOElMUdWY3E9F2bAinC2WZTNj7JLyw6eL2jOp8ljnWrqv2y6m07oCEhRlyZQ3CgeuF3dqAKSVvbuby4Cr4xX4-ds2lU7IFV4hZTgYdBJtQKY8aOS/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtlwHWmJysGfgOC0mcWGGxA15FHj26JU1C7YJswV-IzfFVyNlHWwXswCVTtpQCMGSgH3hyJ3xpd0fyUZH38g3vLc1tah1l8POpid53aN58o-ZhypqUfPTLAA9MUexhC32gEsr1sI3tzCl/s1600-h/5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218791261815842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtlwHWmJysGfgOC0mcWGGxA15FHj26JU1C7YJswV-IzfFVyNlHWwXswCVTtpQCMGSgH3hyJ3xpd0fyUZH38g3vLc1tah1l8POpid53aN58o-ZhypqUfPTLAA9MUexhC32gEsr1sI3tzCl/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgh66VpC8THKm9Yd1SnVJHJNs8c4WfS_w1w2e5LjRHOZTcVqglV3Czve-TY0EHpWyV8Wgyto2H1om4vZsiNJdIZf0-0LSxVVNboeW8Zm8tykAjfIv9OdOw5_mdANjNyxHwTH-EXFtStp0/s1600-h/4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218789573134978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgh66VpC8THKm9Yd1SnVJHJNs8c4WfS_w1w2e5LjRHOZTcVqglV3Czve-TY0EHpWyV8Wgyto2H1om4vZsiNJdIZf0-0LSxVVNboeW8Zm8tykAjfIv9OdOw5_mdANjNyxHwTH-EXFtStp0/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTc6Dlpcy5KGaEDKpjwI6t3dC4Eb5pjLNSETgMa10A2TNryV7D8JEX9EgWKxYMl6009CNmOXa8eBmuVsIpeG0ltRoMTVEMziPXIE5H3UzXQILj0HNO-IMSjnt16jv3HUXdyRNwMb0BuKL/s1600-h/3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218777363652162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTc6Dlpcy5KGaEDKpjwI6t3dC4Eb5pjLNSETgMa10A2TNryV7D8JEX9EgWKxYMl6009CNmOXa8eBmuVsIpeG0ltRoMTVEMziPXIE5H3UzXQILj0HNO-IMSjnt16jv3HUXdyRNwMb0BuKL/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYzWIPEVpZf7YSHQ9v-T15Gfr0oKNrCd2tL4t4ygDfK9sfHTJeaPPCdIEf5wz7qfPHNE-asFDYOSo43desaK_8m6-4fzGJ8eTlOWA0aRAj6eKekWhtBJz_AxC_etyjb4fwhnplzHjeqco/s1600-h/2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218777324268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYzWIPEVpZf7YSHQ9v-T15Gfr0oKNrCd2tL4t4ygDfK9sfHTJeaPPCdIEf5wz7qfPHNE-asFDYOSo43desaK_8m6-4fzGJ8eTlOWA0aRAj6eKekWhtBJz_AxC_etyjb4fwhnplzHjeqco/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2XFtIWvVBMH9V48mbAtL_FABS9EjQZc8AVnqQHnX-nDIlqhC8zRTAdM5UfwNJ02xycg77s81R-V_qTqwn2EQ-jizQsEKSD5RyzhOJobktgLj9Ze4Mo9-chtdz3Koe5He96TMmT-uzm1o/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416218771888223714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2XFtIWvVBMH9V48mbAtL_FABS9EjQZc8AVnqQHnX-nDIlqhC8zRTAdM5UfwNJ02xycg77s81R-V_qTqwn2EQ-jizQsEKSD5RyzhOJobktgLj9Ze4Mo9-chtdz3Koe5He96TMmT-uzm1o/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-62605975310508306562009-10-01T07:37:00.000-07:002009-10-01T08:12:01.144-07:00Sounds Like Life to Me<div align="center"> Lake Winnepesaukah train ride-</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_Ne70-04Hc-Ep6BlgzWuSC6XxGbZ-rgZHj_yi9V-2qot8qZX2EpIGQ9Si9vP7I0IoUl5HG2iV9w_g-CktYAquzcEZZATygi5QcBlp3O6Soy0dRrT3AKmIx2wbU6a30YQq1Jo-jeSPFSs/s1600-h/2009+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648117607056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_Ne70-04Hc-Ep6BlgzWuSC6XxGbZ-rgZHj_yi9V-2qot8qZX2EpIGQ9Si9vP7I0IoUl5HG2iV9w_g-CktYAquzcEZZATygi5QcBlp3O6Soy0dRrT3AKmIx2wbU6a30YQq1Jo-jeSPFSs/s320/2009+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">June? Seriously I've been lacking in my blog posting- so lets do a top 10 of what's been going on-</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">1. We're potty training Gracie- armed with a little pink potty, a bag of princess pullups and a lot of patience</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">2. I took the kids + Meredith to the <a href="http://www.chattzoo.com/">Chattanooga Zoo</a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648126716820818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2jXo23IqGp0UwZveDFenAKkZ8gSr8wER3eiXxxHYNjgPKgjLkNWwKKBbOTQattcjLPXfKOxLgrCf76QLidCafXRPRXQ-FbvIEAdjcsNpRo4pvVQ49b2M9tS_k7yPb_Ha953tgkt8Wod-/s320/2009+034.JPG" border="0" /><br />3. I took the kids to <a href="http://www.mayfielddairy.com/">Mayfield Dairy</a> to see how milk is bottled and Ice Cream made, and of course we had to eat some Ice Cream too!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648137030265842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa26cKiCs1nqf7ZSebZfjoj6I1CwJOPxZORaapXuu8b4I_yHv1bZa-dJgISnDfIACfg6iQGsZzYaZN7zWnvleSzC6ZHOfyItPa1Z_rwgncOOj6TGCEAN5SFERO4IwnP_PUxWk2eCGxpoO/s320/2009+045.JPG" border="0" /><br />4. The kids started back to school (mom's favorite part of the summer)- Jake is in Pre-K full time so I only have 1 baby home all day.<br /><br /><br />5. Jason has taken up <a href="http://www.geocaching.com/">Geocaching</a> as a hobby<br /><br /><br />6. I've read half a dozen books or more (Thank you <a href="http://www.noraroberts.com/">Nora Roberts</a> & <a href="http://www.patriciacornwell.com/">Patricia Cornwell</a> for your fabulous writing that keeps me up all hours of the night when I should be sleeping so I can get up in a better mood for my kids in the morning- Speaking of Patricia Cornwell, the infamous "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Tennessee_Anthropological_Research_Facility">Body Farm"</a> is only about an hour away from me)<br /><br /><br />7. Job Hunting, Job Hunting, Job Hunting.... ick<br /><br /><br />8. I'm about 20% done with my billing & coding coursework<br /><br /><br />9. We moved- Again (for an explanation see #7)<br /><br /><br />10. I spent 8 days in the hospital- herniated bowel obstruction. It was scary but I'm better now.<br /><br /><br />11. (bonus)- The rains came down and the floods came up. We were not flooded but many we know were and the streets around us were.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648109894480450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjlZLAx784RLoPoa6AS7eeG-_HHn8Uv2RnAYWtpFM-RHgCOeN2C0s6BgilsExlKwF8-zvtrQs3GyRxjVxA9a1uXNEp3WbmzFi-LsjqBzZXN4a24w98MfosLCq5Tfrx-e3_TGMUnTZmcon/s320/2009+009.JPG" border="0" />This is not a lake. It's a several hundred acre GRASS park--- or it used to be grass before it was covered by water<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648102630704466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RvddvZYFrXM8XQ2gLg17pao0NKRNH-JqH5U37meSnXN-fA7-UaxRkx205uL1KOe4IHv9dMfHGI_f1qhx0GE5uCVptTJQrvYSs3SzoIV3W8NpUfutZ99rZpEgF3iKrKaDXxzfJI-O0FNw/s320/2009+003.JPG" border="0" />Jason's mom's next door neighbor. That's a 5 foot fence<br /><br /><div align="left">Nothing terribly exciting around here- <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Geg6_-3jPzI">Sounds like Life to me</a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-33311888299166667002009-06-28T10:51:00.000-07:002009-06-30T08:54:11.132-07:00Hot, Humid, Gorgeous...<div align="center"> HOME SWEET HOME<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQWHfUuvjDjGyxhKefolKG41b5ihO4CR-qWgEC_PQvL7QwoQCj8tvWpcQrspL_ZI2vKwFyjhPtDs2zVl2KYud8UD9uLyfYOCmyOUwNq0bZasNOkiVPPSFXyV8InzivSAfNbdqj8ISOpnI/s1600-h/2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353148790471407842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQWHfUuvjDjGyxhKefolKG41b5ihO4CR-qWgEC_PQvL7QwoQCj8tvWpcQrspL_ZI2vKwFyjhPtDs2zVl2KYud8UD9uLyfYOCmyOUwNq0bZasNOkiVPPSFXyV8InzivSAfNbdqj8ISOpnI/s320/2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> Did I mention Humid? Just a few words to describe our new home in Rossville, Georgia. I love being so close to Chattanooga and the Tennessee River and Chickamauga Battlefield and Walnut Street Bridge and RockCity and Ruby Falls and the Incline Railway.... there is loads to do around here, but it is SOOOO hot and humid. Luckily for us, Jack & Darla have a swimming pool and thanks to Grandma Ange the kids have a great water sprinkler toy that we have hooked up most everyday!<br /><br /><div>Jason and I are diligently job searching while Jake & Gracie adjust to sharing a bedroom. Madi loves that all her cousins are so close, I don't think I've seen her for more than 3 consecutive days since we've been here as she's always off staying the night with one cousin or another. School starts August 7th so only a few more weeks of summer for the kids and we'll all be back to our routine. </div><br /><div></div><div>The babies are napping now and Jason took Madi fishing at the duck pond just a few blocks from the house so I could get some school work done, yet here I am blogging. I better go back to getting my education completed so I can find a job in the field I really want! </div><br /><div></div><div>Here's a couple new pics of the babies, I can't believe Gracie is going to be TWO this week!!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353148807786500930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibWb3WC99nIunNjR9roSbiGYJVwaFEVM9ZhwEM23Dfu-ExvCOVrsdbhK37cHP16qDzfiCg48k4A19d8zvyQMu4kSw6uNABDmGxuYQImVcgaXYBeasROH58efj8zMqO8zBqBHkWn5Pm0Gb/s320/2009+031.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353148797616251506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmam5lNvadI-G-2LI_AI2nNe34pLPdT-70fAuf0q293X78-zoGFuVNTN12IQK4i56_xx-FLtdhrEzLaej1SMTJoIAJDRhUCxZU34uhCOXXfFOHAnrPutLG8bmYtYnQoMo1S4DZqNi8T_e/s320/2009+029.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353148797114225090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkCRSpbNMQHv69utZpd3Pd8kXSz_0oZpBW_79yuQ3Sj8tZ1TQS9Cq_JU3noj2OPxiATZISkI5K3U89B48hAKdxbFONPB-xgXPSy1JK4-UZ77ugSuLWHxjgg1LtO7FyvxTcY2kBerveRXW/s320/2009+030.JPG" border="0" /></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-25323498399605328222009-05-26T13:57:00.001-07:002009-05-26T14:00:26.936-07:00Cornbread, Peaches & Coastal Beaches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYeEubmOyaVPsn-92qYT2aAkNygNTIDQf6eypE87F0rc1Jr6alm4JCkLH4XUDHXfdqWKCT8ANufLBvAcQApJ9Ofv3UnNloyhowIqe6cTB85enAnPV9QMgmxTxzdjltGP8RpKJRWv5dQdA/s1600-h/georgia.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340239972882077218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCYeEubmOyaVPsn-92qYT2aAkNygNTIDQf6eypE87F0rc1Jr6alm4JCkLH4XUDHXfdqWKCT8ANufLBvAcQApJ9Ofv3UnNloyhowIqe6cTB85enAnPV9QMgmxTxzdjltGP8RpKJRWv5dQdA/s320/georgia.gif" border="0" /></a><br />The Hays family is headed back to their roots- well Jason's roots anyway. It's been a crazy couple months since I've blogged, but it all culminates in us moving to Georgia. We will be leaving June 26- one month from today so be sure to stop by and say hello-goodbye before we're East bound and down ;-)<br /><div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-10065222301490437702009-03-19T19:16:00.000-07:002009-03-20T15:28:11.362-07:00Josie's Cabin<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDWtZHpaQn8zV3LQDTm9kS0QBQNuj56PeWQ9d51mlGPZL5OIJtYi8E2sM-Ucu-d50RDE8lMS8dCAIe6FTTZZi_8Uc1dO0kF78oAI9wzAm_n6nbUcopQLD_emujJK-W8SCMTr9wpUdi5BD/s1600-h/josie1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315396150166117874" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDWtZHpaQn8zV3LQDTm9kS0QBQNuj56PeWQ9d51mlGPZL5OIJtYi8E2sM-Ucu-d50RDE8lMS8dCAIe6FTTZZi_8Uc1dO0kF78oAI9wzAm_n6nbUcopQLD_emujJK-W8SCMTr9wpUdi5BD/s320/josie1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>There's not a WHOLE lot to see and do in Vernal but once in awhile it's fun to play tourist. If you live in the area or plan on visiting and you're looking for ideas (like we always are) <a href="http://www.ubpublications.com/Xseedo/index.html">this</a> is a fun little guide to check out- It's 101 ways to see and do things in the Basin. One of the things listed is to visit <a href="http://www.utahoutdooractivities.com/josiemorriscabin.html">Josie's Cabin</a> and the kids love to go there so off we went this past weekend.<br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRlFMPmylKllq2Rq30B0XtILsaL1CXFEUVXXvFncYLQhMLpfSCfhe522TozefmudSpnuRYCJE6rnyhAiq4aEa-v1B-HNsgUXHq6T8CtEHy7-1snHAsMplJd-z6hEThBY6E48cTps8CVB1/s1600-h/josie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315396150665214530" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRlFMPmylKllq2Rq30B0XtILsaL1CXFEUVXXvFncYLQhMLpfSCfhe522TozefmudSpnuRYCJE6rnyhAiq4aEa-v1B-HNsgUXHq6T8CtEHy7-1snHAsMplJd-z6hEThBY6E48cTps8CVB1/s320/josie2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6tRmaTs9FxzUgHAuonWn3klDVDPXpT6vpusTw7pE6_wIPykFjizHAwqvbwzyJP75Koev6Pe3b1VhuN2XsWk0xViCJgjdYqDR1bXxIs9qdZrW7i1379U8HQijkrl36ROZg_U3RM6V_2DE/s1600-h/new+269.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315096781262082274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6tRmaTs9FxzUgHAuonWn3klDVDPXpT6vpusTw7pE6_wIPykFjizHAwqvbwzyJP75Koev6Pe3b1VhuN2XsWk0xViCJgjdYqDR1bXxIs9qdZrW7i1379U8HQijkrl36ROZg_U3RM6V_2DE/s320/new+269.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Madi and Jake with Grandpa Jim in<br /></div><div align="center">the Box Canyon<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKFUjkruQeic7P8Bb6XUCKpx8OdKPJxnCVveb20zK96Fd1ofMlQGAX5JZLtuLHQhXI2QbYnKjCWYPkaHHNPrQjTNuOjf3bjSswrtiKS763gLOTnxC87iLWR-O8ucj7wRbldOmZS0BWqqP/s1600-h/new+268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315096772434299154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKFUjkruQeic7P8Bb6XUCKpx8OdKPJxnCVveb20zK96Fd1ofMlQGAX5JZLtuLHQhXI2QbYnKjCWYPkaHHNPrQjTNuOjf3bjSswrtiKS763gLOTnxC87iLWR-O8ucj7wRbldOmZS0BWqqP/s320/new+268.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Gracie and Grandpa Jim<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vL4CTXHzbMk4HcYKBfVIiOAnYiAIEfCrGBD07gwwMozRjOmUk66YuTMCRG6jyBKz1q1ytBJ6G8FjUJ79a2RGQ3gICpHIEglU-xd6lVlDc5wjjrOuJ7l99gZYJqWeuhMo4YSjuLpconnu/s1600-h/new+267.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315096768197262034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vL4CTXHzbMk4HcYKBfVIiOAnYiAIEfCrGBD07gwwMozRjOmUk66YuTMCRG6jyBKz1q1ytBJ6G8FjUJ79a2RGQ3gICpHIEglU-xd6lVlDc5wjjrOuJ7l99gZYJqWeuhMo4YSjuLpconnu/s320/new+267.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Are you coming, Mom?"<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rUSqz5Rpous5a5Z-R7bLprZX32xx-iVqZNPuAp90UFERVQvBUyJdvyEM_774bb1Y9kWNMHH_VYG7Uh56r1-aFUGpJvmOc0nmQCoe0bzaNMXXSv_q3h4HDRydRSLzkw34S-Udt538Vhn9/s1600-h/new+266.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315096761876244162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rUSqz5Rpous5a5Z-R7bLprZX32xx-iVqZNPuAp90UFERVQvBUyJdvyEM_774bb1Y9kWNMHH_VYG7Uh56r1-aFUGpJvmOc0nmQCoe0bzaNMXXSv_q3h4HDRydRSLzkw34S-Udt538Vhn9/s320/new+266.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />CHEESE!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6Os_deLdbU8qdIq_O_RFBCfCPLvxnljRLaztIG8eCBilIaFcKVhJ5uEuQ92HGigXMHwlaySv-cqpMpniA6pwm8FvNi50MiKQlkfeJg5uTsmzzd025ALPjO2G5H4y4ogV_Kj2u0FaICnK/s1600-h/new+265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095255430790770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6Os_deLdbU8qdIq_O_RFBCfCPLvxnljRLaztIG8eCBilIaFcKVhJ5uEuQ92HGigXMHwlaySv-cqpMpniA6pwm8FvNi50MiKQlkfeJg5uTsmzzd025ALPjO2G5H4y4ogV_Kj2u0FaICnK/s320/new+265.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />AWWWWWW<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjwDbq3M3KdC-KABgfln3tXNaczoDoj6GWp3hHhQ0RM2TxDh4sSzSYYnKhwI3yeWUWjGjfLSqMXs6zoa057sm-KZPkX9EEMOd4eFE3EWJ0czYjy4GOmPyZ2tRW86RBt5qOw3Pgz8LlMAT/s1600-h/new+260.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095245899790258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHjwDbq3M3KdC-KABgfln3tXNaczoDoj6GWp3hHhQ0RM2TxDh4sSzSYYnKhwI3yeWUWjGjfLSqMXs6zoa057sm-KZPkX9EEMOd4eFE3EWJ0czYjy4GOmPyZ2tRW86RBt5qOw3Pgz8LlMAT/s320/new+260.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Could you have lived here in 1960? (yep NINETEEN SIXTY.. that's when Josie died here of a broken hip at the age of 90)<br /></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-41613468999348383242009-03-13T11:42:00.000-07:002009-03-13T11:48:45.951-07:00Workin' 9 to 5You're singing the song in your head now huh? So it's acutally 8:30- 5:00, but I am working again. I really needed something to occupy my time (as if I didn't already have enough to do), and they cut Jason back to a straight 40 hours at Schlumberger, so off to find a job... and I did. I sent out exactly three resumes, recieved one interview & landed that job. I'm working for <a href="http://adv-title.com/">Advanced Title</a> as their new Escrow Assistant. I've danced all around the Title end of the housing business but this is my first venture into it. I started on Wednesday and so far I'm liking it. Now that means my mom gets to watch the kids everyday.. she gave up 1 and took on 3... yikes! Jason is working 4-10's though so he gets to be home with them on Fridays which is good for him.. and them. Home on my lunch break... better get back to work!The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-13333897591002818302009-03-03T14:55:00.000-08:002009-03-03T15:13:49.017-08:00It's Here!<div>I know the calendar says that spring won't be here for another couple weeks, but it's here </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">trust me</span></strong></div><div align="center">I mean it's 61 degrees in Vernal today- that's golfing weather for sure! Forget that the course is still covered in slushy grey-brown ice or that there's snow in the forecast for the rest of this week. Obviously meteorologists know NOTHING! Beyond the beautiful weather... the fact I can see my yard emerging from beneath the snow and the softball sign up sheet I recieved yesterday, I know that spring is here 'cuz I just bought my first (this year) bag of these:</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLY5VIaBl-kMwvEGLBvH23gCOQL47nLWsFztxj8ALy5BwJEe-53wPu2fV-13zTnk1Z9AEnf7AMh2DmR7s8mkeQymg_nSq5SOVpg5LCPCRdQVdeyhh9YQIkSb59wPRGAMREwviUreWBobat/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309101506987216274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLY5VIaBl-kMwvEGLBvH23gCOQL47nLWsFztxj8ALy5BwJEe-53wPu2fV-13zTnk1Z9AEnf7AMh2DmR7s8mkeQymg_nSq5SOVpg5LCPCRdQVdeyhh9YQIkSb59wPRGAMREwviUreWBobat/s320/eggs.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">So it's officially here... the warm weather and sunshine are here to stay... but just in case, I left a little something by the door upstairs...</p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHq0c6lMpJyEOjKkgCXX0wx9sMMnplYAggl55eOokC0Z4SFtQWtHe8TqluJ50InJfpsXECXMHpDmoc6fLVuUZquWFTvElqSjtJEdkdQeXBB8JH74sB91cCiTWdLDgEmuTZ56gz8Y6Vrnp/s1600-h/boots.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309102972171357778" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHq0c6lMpJyEOjKkgCXX0wx9sMMnplYAggl55eOokC0Z4SFtQWtHe8TqluJ50InJfpsXECXMHpDmoc6fLVuUZquWFTvElqSjtJEdkdQeXBB8JH74sB91cCiTWdLDgEmuTZ56gz8Y6Vrnp/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-32477531246276592042009-02-27T07:16:00.000-08:002009-02-27T07:25:27.470-08:00Future Cindy CrawfordGracie is practicing for her future modeling career LOL. I had the camera out this morning and she's such a ham. Check out these poses:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFFu_BRP8-RExBUKfLo6B8LCyAIMaoJwfmLyrEVtjPRddIIzYdXJ2IGcRCcRI70nLvZZmhMOX26Xyg_eCy3G8SOZScOSRXdj0_c_htnCWv9Mjm6AKsdjTL0MPi_Oi5scg2T4Qq_2Q63IG/s1600-h/2009+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307498232119710034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFFu_BRP8-RExBUKfLo6B8LCyAIMaoJwfmLyrEVtjPRddIIzYdXJ2IGcRCcRI70nLvZZmhMOX26Xyg_eCy3G8SOZScOSRXdj0_c_htnCWv9Mjm6AKsdjTL0MPi_Oi5scg2T4Qq_2Q63IG/s320/2009+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQyKInmMaTsYcUg1AtyujEpPUueIfPlBabF8xYQHqMkJfsJIZ8sGMHha7CiU9dJFSrMkOyl28rYTq1wwCNc8zuhkD-4t_yHiNgD-KV2JgDMPvnlGv0sU-nLGg46xwQ7eJ_JBimPty8gcW/s1600-h/2009+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307498196495130674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQyKInmMaTsYcUg1AtyujEpPUueIfPlBabF8xYQHqMkJfsJIZ8sGMHha7CiU9dJFSrMkOyl28rYTq1wwCNc8zuhkD-4t_yHiNgD-KV2JgDMPvnlGv0sU-nLGg46xwQ7eJ_JBimPty8gcW/s320/2009+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jXywMIy60dtuDkdQbyZGLjYxraWEiSSCnfb-XOBnB9le0VpIyaVhicoDOTamjfUHdcMdtn2fVY_uo3DU7of04pinV9F7pdd4KraApE9YNAX-LEZJWoyxO-LLY_Hp6dSlw2A6AfMIbzIq/s1600-h/2009+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307498178998746466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jXywMIy60dtuDkdQbyZGLjYxraWEiSSCnfb-XOBnB9le0VpIyaVhicoDOTamjfUHdcMdtn2fVY_uo3DU7of04pinV9F7pdd4KraApE9YNAX-LEZJWoyxO-LLY_Hp6dSlw2A6AfMIbzIq/s320/2009+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-3866807115922539002009-02-26T12:24:00.000-08:002009-02-26T13:31:23.866-08:00Sew ScrappyNow that life has settled into a bit of a routine since the wedding is over.. the tonsils have been removed etc etc. I thought it was time to get to doing some "crafty" things- like scrapbooking my zillion pictures and learning to actually use the sewing machine that's been sitting in the closet for almost two years.<br /><br /><div></div><div>So I found a spot I thought would work. The storage room downstairs. Haul the table down, get the sewing machine out- only to find out the one outlet in the room doesn't even work</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNMmETW0Yh7oR4sXl4UwUHMlOrlur0v1TCVn2vQnoVvLHMPoeGg_ixFdPBe7_3vdTpcg05Dl1wX3t4aO8EgbGLIoJwUBMouDiq7a_6G5vTJbvw9AGlAPLOoHBEvFOgqZhDcEXKIY0azU9/s1600-h/2009+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307212075549271474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNMmETW0Yh7oR4sXl4UwUHMlOrlur0v1TCVn2vQnoVvLHMPoeGg_ixFdPBe7_3vdTpcg05Dl1wX3t4aO8EgbGLIoJwUBMouDiq7a_6G5vTJbvw9AGlAPLOoHBEvFOgqZhDcEXKIY0azU9/s320/2009+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><div>So on to plan B-<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbnwES4WQOBGVkIbLiiTF01robRUFTHiV398d5lF-R6U-n_Txb2igyvJlDH2Gue_F0B-GGnoUd9BwPTMSuCKbU_ssOuupnM5zWnvnvrw3xOcPSMaguZi22qwhQ9vEg25WkziDLuNqbb48/s1600-h/2009+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207766893524994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbnwES4WQOBGVkIbLiiTF01robRUFTHiV398d5lF-R6U-n_Txb2igyvJlDH2Gue_F0B-GGnoUd9BwPTMSuCKbU_ssOuupnM5zWnvnvrw3xOcPSMaguZi22qwhQ9vEg25WkziDLuNqbb48/s320/2009+013.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>See that spot where the dresser is? Great wall for a craft spot .. but first</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I had to tackle these dishes:</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz71Iz5OjK1jM9DovNjGF68jkuQBL6T6qOIrfJgSAwoIzPZuCd0VBELNEFQJPrlA4CUcrMMFT5rs6xqPAMrABEwlC17G6-caSqDVHF91ceWZ7nQSYAnhT_zEfTMzMavMa9tcqB7FSdZXyN/s1600-h/2009+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307205624734206290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz71Iz5OjK1jM9DovNjGF68jkuQBL6T6qOIrfJgSAwoIzPZuCd0VBELNEFQJPrlA4CUcrMMFT5rs6xqPAMrABEwlC17G6-caSqDVHF91ceWZ7nQSYAnhT_zEfTMzMavMa9tcqB7FSdZXyN/s320/2009+001.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Then the bed needed to be made-<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-T9sgGw_CHZsYM7nJAPfnkjoe0lZyCB4TQURHR6zOwaSoiMa0n6JfR4qU4lC7gGUwOZXj7N9rpx0jHeFZ_BUvLuocpQgYAxPP-luQ7M7kw-Slcjn1fSDwO2h7U7b1dn0mX_x1pgsI7tE/s1600-h/2009+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307205638842975058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-T9sgGw_CHZsYM7nJAPfnkjoe0lZyCB4TQURHR6zOwaSoiMa0n6JfR4qU4lC7gGUwOZXj7N9rpx0jHeFZ_BUvLuocpQgYAxPP-luQ7M7kw-Slcjn1fSDwO2h7U7b1dn0mX_x1pgsI7tE/s320/2009+008.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>And this mountain of laundry put away-<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35uXmFrVlmEB4ali0uwPzQPpUmJWkRR1j3DR_PFmY_yIvRjBy_vS7ffOnXgMjjQNC0m2tFO06AyNn1iqWPU40t_KO2ROgzIcMUC1R6xcArvgpfaePR5W6m-dmQp92ucZ25dFsnF7Ucyti/s1600-h/2009+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307205630535198466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35uXmFrVlmEB4ali0uwPzQPpUmJWkRR1j3DR_PFmY_yIvRjBy_vS7ffOnXgMjjQNC0m2tFO06AyNn1iqWPU40t_KO2ROgzIcMUC1R6xcArvgpfaePR5W6m-dmQp92ucZ25dFsnF7Ucyti/s320/2009+003.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Then it was lunch time- Leftover Beef Stroganoff (the picture isn't great but trust me its delicious)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aDV6gIVz-9ud7k6yyc3lSM3Pg5QLY0Y8usXYasC_IWpqRyRgrZU8FQFKpCyJC9VqbITs7DbHUrZN8nnCl_ioScienWv4WBb9S1kKLKWjFKgCk735CYg9WT6RBu5-yOJ1YZmr2NEuSKFZ/s1600-h/2009+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207764624476594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aDV6gIVz-9ud7k6yyc3lSM3Pg5QLY0Y8usXYasC_IWpqRyRgrZU8FQFKpCyJC9VqbITs7DbHUrZN8nnCl_ioScienWv4WBb9S1kKLKWjFKgCk735CYg9WT6RBu5-yOJ1YZmr2NEuSKFZ/s320/2009+012.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>After lunch it was naptime-</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LRGd2QqStU_NsANF8HHfIZBncx0gAvY8UEdBrtScr_tpSu_ooMtVobJro3miZ9vRpY2irxp33ji3runta7KapcgnVTsWzdaGNR0qozXxzolCByFyLnlGY0qs1EJVDNyvLqGtobR6xX63/s1600-h/2009+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207776140005458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LRGd2QqStU_NsANF8HHfIZBncx0gAvY8UEdBrtScr_tpSu_ooMtVobJro3miZ9vRpY2irxp33ji3runta7KapcgnVTsWzdaGNR0qozXxzolCByFyLnlGY0qs1EJVDNyvLqGtobR6xX63/s320/2009+018.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>(Apparently the bed wasn't good enough- see how she surrounded herself with toys... fell asleep playing after I'd put her in bed)</div><br /><div>Time for mom to catch up on some of her favorite blogs-</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yYHiPfWL4i7CMLfUP4pbrRv533l3GRGmD1bb7mD3GN0dXMWBJHq6t6xpkLOCSgKPbN9Ubx7aPx27saRYlfu7N8pCZs1dUhbT0qBWr80CZhFCQRSjh7xYQ50jrkEdlwK2noypazUnNewU/s1600-h/2009+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207758642758850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yYHiPfWL4i7CMLfUP4pbrRv533l3GRGmD1bb7mD3GN0dXMWBJHq6t6xpkLOCSgKPbN9Ubx7aPx27saRYlfu7N8pCZs1dUhbT0qBWr80CZhFCQRSjh7xYQ50jrkEdlwK2noypazUnNewU/s320/2009+011.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>By this time Madi was home from school and it was time to get dinner started, then baths, jammies, brush teeth, family prayer & bed.. WHEW!! A full day. And just for kicks <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html">here</a> is a great article about what Stay at Home moms do all day.<br /><br />See what time it is? (mental note- fix the date on the camera)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT_2Wo9DF0_zGwyfrAtC6TfqqA9QUlVhOdHIqBNg2fRd7_j9eMFaO45ccrQVBkKFqHx4dq1x6mAehzilrpbLJxVvQXdlf6KN16KKgm_OHG3EnJNcfKJWPEXv3s88DOhFLWWEkiMBkggPv/s1600-h/2009+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307216544041225122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT_2Wo9DF0_zGwyfrAtC6TfqqA9QUlVhOdHIqBNg2fRd7_j9eMFaO45ccrQVBkKFqHx4dq1x6mAehzilrpbLJxVvQXdlf6KN16KKgm_OHG3EnJNcfKJWPEXv3s88DOhFLWWEkiMBkggPv/s320/2009+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And NOW I can begin my project- or Jason can anyway:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77VMjGH687g3tgl1x_8WHQfrZaFcFrWW6VvJv7QsIGScODcu6UjP0L4YoFNOZsRAnAEGowASh-mbEOYVOr6vL5hCO6Y5guh18_te2YpuGk3ydpPQYhrTRE7I4OZVIabvHw8gn7z3DUibi/s1600-h/2009+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307217164856451266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77VMjGH687g3tgl1x_8WHQfrZaFcFrWW6VvJv7QsIGScODcu6UjP0L4YoFNOZsRAnAEGowASh-mbEOYVOr6vL5hCO6Y5guh18_te2YpuGk3ydpPQYhrTRE7I4OZVIabvHw8gn7z3DUibi/s320/2009+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After about an hour, a can of black spray paint and some baby food jars collected from freecycle.org I have My "Sew Scrappy Craft Area"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuMasDQG8aTFaiI2h83AgFEdCkq68JtZ2mmgMtcuFd41m-r1j3vAQn964nZBSAW-ma2hJHRjpavzOwhiSlxkG5tQhz-QbmDIs4H6gkVmxBEUsGVgbLrMtEc_YiMPtcW84mIxHKTxzkgZP/s1600-h/2009+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307207770472810098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuMasDQG8aTFaiI2h83AgFEdCkq68JtZ2mmgMtcuFd41m-r1j3vAQn964nZBSAW-ma2hJHRjpavzOwhiSlxkG5tQhz-QbmDIs4H6gkVmxBEUsGVgbLrMtEc_YiMPtcW84mIxHKTxzkgZP/s320/2009+017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdbzQjYKOgQpYhO7XfhPUVLlbKSZnASQpvSGPlgW8jPcZCz5U-FrJo8HmhH4JFveor3VJB6VQ5hlvMjE0toNF4SzvxeHuw0WoBSo8u5Pwj1rcylTvxMlSEc_anTFBGu0cIvMs_xR883_5/s1600-h/2009+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307212057453558834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdbzQjYKOgQpYhO7XfhPUVLlbKSZnASQpvSGPlgW8jPcZCz5U-FrJo8HmhH4JFveor3VJB6VQ5hlvMjE0toNF4SzvxeHuw0WoBSo8u5Pwj1rcylTvxMlSEc_anTFBGu0cIvMs_xR883_5/s320/2009+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I even put it to use to make my first sewing project- a <a href="http://sewing.about.com/od/aprons/ss/oneyardapron.htm">one yard apron</a>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrSiVCgzqsUmMvJJoZv-nIztYFcFe5K2jFH6LY7eB9CbWD-25yHUhAidiPgj_33MNf2Lg0A6H3IPmlcv7nadLAjXiVwJlJfXOW7rkAHQniSkGr5MN4MGaAxLAJHKAC-YKtUyPCXcjLygI/s1600-h/2009+037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307212062716055682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrSiVCgzqsUmMvJJoZv-nIztYFcFe5K2jFH6LY7eB9CbWD-25yHUhAidiPgj_33MNf2Lg0A6H3IPmlcv7nadLAjXiVwJlJfXOW7rkAHQniSkGr5MN4MGaAxLAJHKAC-YKtUyPCXcjLygI/s320/2009+037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />It's not much, but I'm pretty proud of it and I can't wait to see what other great things come from this Sew Scrappy table!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-75935221380964832452009-02-20T08:03:00.000-08:002009-02-20T12:42:15.875-08:00Love at First SightI decided to start printing our blog a couple times a month and mailing it to our family members without internet access so I began printing it yesterday which then made me nostalgic as I reviewed it from the beginning. I realized in reading it that I never told our "How We Met" story, and not everyone may know. So here it is... How "We" came to be-<br /><br />I had been in an "on again-off again" realtionship with a guy in Idaho and we were in an "off-again-lets-just-be-friends" stage when I logged into one of the many singles websites (<a href="http://www.singlesnet.com/">http://www.singlesnet.com/</a> - I should send them a thank you card) I belonged to in order to check my email in June 2008. In my inbox were the usual off-putting, creepy or otherwise undesireables.. and then there was a very attractive photo of this guy and a very generic.. "hey saw your profile , would like to get to know you"- kind of email.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFid3AWZhtVMP_CzGOZzEALhpquM2XMXMITTsELvTXsYKIDA0c9FBvAFwEt_pwB63EfbaiOl9SpswWyV7j61iN8mQMJU7kpeS_fWMhrhG4M9_iWF6W9tFmLNC4inf5Dsn8-ZXCk82WBeT8/s1600-h/New+Photos+137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304971248975867842" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFid3AWZhtVMP_CzGOZzEALhpquM2XMXMITTsELvTXsYKIDA0c9FBvAFwEt_pwB63EfbaiOl9SpswWyV7j61iN8mQMJU7kpeS_fWMhrhG4M9_iWF6W9tFmLNC4inf5Dsn8-ZXCk82WBeT8/s320/New+Photos+137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One of Jason's profile pictures (this was added after the initial picture I saw)<br /><br /><br />Jason's first wife, Christina had passed away in May from cancer and suddenly after 9 years of marriage, he found himself a single father with 3 young children. He'd joined singlesnet to find some people he could talk to. He stumbled across my profile, saw my pictures and decided to send me an email. He says that he didn't think I'd ever even write him back...<br /><br />I shot back a short email and we corresponded that way for several weeks. I was just biding my time until I was back into an "on-again" phase with Idaho-guy so I wasn't really looking to start a relationship. Besides, I lived in Pleasant Grove and Jason was three hours away in Vernal.. a town I'd been through ONCE in 13 years and it was when we first moved to Utah. It's not like we were ever going to meet. I wouldn't even give him my phone number at first. After several weeks of back and forth emails I finally gave in and gave him my number.<br /><br />He called one night and from then on we spent hours on the phone every night. He would call me after the kids were in bed about 9 and we'd talk til 1 or 2 in the morning then he'd get up for work at 6! I don't know how he managed all those weeks. During one phone call we found out that we were both going to be at the SLC airport at the same time. He was leaving to go visit family in Georgia and I was going to pick up family coming to visit SLC. So we figured we may as well meet in person seeing as how serendipity brought us to the same place at the same time...<br /><br />He walked up to me in the airport and though I'd never believed in it before, it was literally love at first sight. We only had MAYBE 5 minutes before he had to go catch a flight- 3 babies in tow. And I spent the next week waiting on pins and needles for every text message. They were few and far between and I didn't know if he was even really interested. When he got back from Georgia a week later we set up a date for the 15th of August.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfTdwpBprjTczcpqgE1FfQhvVOE2W3RuX6WPhYYj9y9g8ZZURGGbiczVLRA9wNZWdKtkwNY6RGbebZ_3Rea3iSYIHtN7B6Bu7hzUC5wSWDpftTeUJiVc5q0ZZp1YuNCMI5W5zNxg3PLY7/s1600-h/New+Photos+776.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304971253288281890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCfTdwpBprjTczcpqgE1FfQhvVOE2W3RuX6WPhYYj9y9g8ZZURGGbiczVLRA9wNZWdKtkwNY6RGbebZ_3Rea3iSYIHtN7B6Bu7hzUC5wSWDpftTeUJiVc5q0ZZp1YuNCMI5W5zNxg3PLY7/s320/New+Photos+776.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Me on our first date (what was with my hair?)<br /><br />I drove to Vernal that weekend of August 15th and it just confirmed what I already knew. I would marry him.. I didn't know when but I knew it would happen. We went to dinner and he showed me around town and took me hiking - I was wearing 4" platform heels- he figured if I could make it through that, I might be a keeper LOL. Everything after that was a whirlwind- Our first date was the 15th of August, he proposed 11 days later on the 26th of August and we were married November 8th, 2008.<br /><br />He's my confidante, my best friend and my soulmate. He's the most amazing, generous man I've ever known. In six short months we've seen both sides of the country, had a wedding, honeymooned in Las Vegas & Disneyland, bought a house, blended a family, been through a surgery and a million other tiny little things.. a lifetime of activities already and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lifetimes together. As we turned to leave the altar at our wedding ceremony and greet our guests he said to me "Are you ready?" Yes honey, I waited 29 years for you, I'm definately ready.The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-40724060723975951322009-02-18T11:30:00.000-08:002009-02-18T12:43:40.888-08:003 ThingsHow is it that things seem to come in 3's? It's been said that celebrities pass away in 3's. I have 3 children, my children have 3 parents, we have 3 cars and today I have 3 things to blog about... go figure.<br /><br />1.) Valentine's Day...ahhh another Hallmark Holiday made up to sucker millions of people out of their hard earned money for $150.00 flowers that will be $9.95 on February 15th and still be dead by February 20th. Valentine's Day at our house came from Sears -in the form of a ratcheting wrench set for Jason (romantic huh? lol) and the Dollar Tree - in the form of inexpensive decorations, candy & toys for the kids. I made pink heart shaped waffles for breakfast and the kids thought it was great. Here's a peek at what our table looked like for<br />V-Day:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOiAtRrxRrKRyy5XRamsvY_EyekZ9Ur1E7P9VtjQ3hXz2DW30pqkJn4YsOtlcd2MqpFm84OxV299G4yHRb0r_M8GzufZ7ZyNccXh51VzwbtHk2E2HJrW3xS61maa7Up03-og2Ov78tfa5/s1600-h/2009+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227946377415010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOiAtRrxRrKRyy5XRamsvY_EyekZ9Ur1E7P9VtjQ3hXz2DW30pqkJn4YsOtlcd2MqpFm84OxV299G4yHRb0r_M8GzufZ7ZyNccXh51VzwbtHk2E2HJrW3xS61maa7Up03-og2Ov78tfa5/s320/2009+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhwLlbBuE2x8FL1dnKeASZx7xuRwcv8MidqHCct2YmSQGVx5bCwGlAAkNGOfOsDxcYQaje5qiSQZyqDS1AoUJmJaUHlJI4-2MrPKmtOodNhA3JamPS0E9Sv-2IvAOeJZqQ-BaA5SMnXZW/s1600-h/2009+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227933854907314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhwLlbBuE2x8FL1dnKeASZx7xuRwcv8MidqHCct2YmSQGVx5bCwGlAAkNGOfOsDxcYQaje5qiSQZyqDS1AoUJmJaUHlJI4-2MrPKmtOodNhA3JamPS0E9Sv-2IvAOeJZqQ-BaA5SMnXZW/s320/2009+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuduC9-y2u01CfpF4hE8HO2kmOBpi_mQOD2eaW-rss1i5nSht2ypCSlBwToq1n___YytSMCg7QjJBy30rt_R1wmbShGRqjh5Quw4YKKeCT70YoO43KaUBzILa19ybfmpwEM0PDCBPYKUIw/s1600-h/2009+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227914624424802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuduC9-y2u01CfpF4hE8HO2kmOBpi_mQOD2eaW-rss1i5nSht2ypCSlBwToq1n___YytSMCg7QjJBy30rt_R1wmbShGRqjh5Quw4YKKeCT70YoO43KaUBzILa19ybfmpwEM0PDCBPYKUIw/s320/2009+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqMWHQ74ED3t-uLzalh8Fd0IE3YCrxKxh8SSl9D57IYainAPkPmliuRfrcM_QlwvkA1bZyvkfPzOsRpP8B1pN0vEfuize1DoN6vJOXPUEZdyRy7LdQmggsVa1w6pDWLyWekOEuWxxWMh4/s1600-h/2009+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227961276788466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqMWHQ74ED3t-uLzalh8Fd0IE3YCrxKxh8SSl9D57IYainAPkPmliuRfrcM_QlwvkA1bZyvkfPzOsRpP8B1pN0vEfuize1DoN6vJOXPUEZdyRy7LdQmggsVa1w6pDWLyWekOEuWxxWMh4/s320/2009+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkoeHOOhOWLuFIQYty4rqqa4UG6RwaegqNkPuuvz4UU5mHBE47vTYhrOq3y4XonEUMR_gbdpXaCb9egw6PArHgcmXRJtZLRt91FE85leGE5h_mUqHyar7I3rEQSa1ndfcFOZPlMQZAxgqe/s1600-h/2009+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304227899368264530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkoeHOOhOWLuFIQYty4rqqa4UG6RwaegqNkPuuvz4UU5mHBE47vTYhrOq3y4XonEUMR_gbdpXaCb9egw6PArHgcmXRJtZLRt91FE85leGE5h_mUqHyar7I3rEQSa1ndfcFOZPlMQZAxgqe/s320/2009+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />2.) Redneck Baby Gates</div><div><br /></div><div>What the heck are you talking about? you ask. Jason and I discovered last night- after two months of freezing in our room every night, that the heating system was installed in our bedroom but not actually hooked up to the unit. We have a weird heat pump system that heats the house by pumping hot water through the baseboard units and we're not sure how to fix it. Our answer in the meantime is to keep the bedroom door open during the day so that the room stays semi-warm with the heat from the rest of the house.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The dilemma: How to keep Gracie (the main culprit) from destroying the room as has oft been the case when the door is open.</div><div> </div><div>Answer: Redneck Baby Gate</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkQl0knLiaN45e0CWcIm72P_a2x8ho9REsMGbnRoru0FZmKLCg3mBYzo_-pvWWzDbqjf2xYhDBgrqaAJNvojd2XRbLr6IGfsziouTMLYVH5agY3gQJtG0cDc-ghH6Xa4-f5ZFwLJrOfLj/s1600-h/2009+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304237468078764162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkQl0knLiaN45e0CWcIm72P_a2x8ho9REsMGbnRoru0FZmKLCg3mBYzo_-pvWWzDbqjf2xYhDBgrqaAJNvojd2XRbLr6IGfsziouTMLYVH5agY3gQJtG0cDc-ghH6Xa4-f5ZFwLJrOfLj/s320/2009+020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>My plastic roller cart from the downstairs bathroom and the garbage can from my laundry room. Yes I could've shelled out 22 bucks for a "real" baby gate at Wal-Mart today, but seriously 22 bucks? Butter is on sale at Smith's for 1.49/lb. Do you know how much butter I could stock up on for 22 bucks? But I digress... This is my current answer to the Gracie dilemma and hopefully I'll no longer have to chip the icecicles off my face to kiss my husband goodnight.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>3.) We have a family of 5... that means 5 times the laundry I had to do when I was single.. and I had a fully stocked walk-in closet of my own. So if I'm gonna do that much laundry, it's at least going to be in a place I don't dread. Hence my decorated laundry room.... the only room in the house that is totally decorated LOL<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmbjDev6FHygithrAC-sWJNy_lDzUCrbzQqDBVgVrsr1PfLdBQYwmNU2JCyeVBveae02N7hqTtqm1dFd-ruyowTuty4mjeytQaFpGTKu-a1b2B2Xvg5MlMqnVRA8z5HWWCMr9SbgJjzpW/s1600-h/2009+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230383236725810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmbjDev6FHygithrAC-sWJNy_lDzUCrbzQqDBVgVrsr1PfLdBQYwmNU2JCyeVBveae02N7hqTtqm1dFd-ruyowTuty4mjeytQaFpGTKu-a1b2B2Xvg5MlMqnVRA8z5HWWCMr9SbgJjzpW/s320/2009+025.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKaxGn57ctrkodvLFxbLRQGEnuUv2COWp6v-F6cdf-wfk7IuQEP96LHA0vZMT8CbLBxI3JJAWekEO6KDHwStsNmEJ1e_CgaCMs6lxaiwKgHMvvndE0tYPPeYfTdDTGkIIw9Iz2WNFn4WW/s1600-h/2009+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230380463213282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKaxGn57ctrkodvLFxbLRQGEnuUv2COWp6v-F6cdf-wfk7IuQEP96LHA0vZMT8CbLBxI3JJAWekEO6KDHwStsNmEJ1e_CgaCMs6lxaiwKgHMvvndE0tYPPeYfTdDTGkIIw9Iz2WNFn4WW/s320/2009+024.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>It started with this border I found on clearance for 50 cents at Lowe's. A little country? Perhaps. Pretty cheesy? Yeah. But its a laundry room not a Jackson Pollock. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo57GxUcUvYrWwTmmUSdRH9-YZxR8O7Y8pJP3bXA8sO-d1Tdu7K6VlNuMVwlnl8hZI9PIpEg7GYPBRBtdoQgxJWlH-t70zabzGFq982WXPfDDtcDJsMD_dekfQJWGcKJiRGi9L6JbrZbGx/s1600-h/2009+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230369958922482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo57GxUcUvYrWwTmmUSdRH9-YZxR8O7Y8pJP3bXA8sO-d1Tdu7K6VlNuMVwlnl8hZI9PIpEg7GYPBRBtdoQgxJWlH-t70zabzGFq982WXPfDDtcDJsMD_dekfQJWGcKJiRGi9L6JbrZbGx/s320/2009+021.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Some $2.00 clothesline, a $1.50 bag of wooden clothes pins & a bundle of $3.00 dishrags and I have this adorable window treatment. The window only looks at the basement window well in the backyard, so it didn't need to be functional, just cute. I bought the supplies but Jason "designed" and hung the window treatments. (told you he could decorate in the last blog posting didn't I?)</div><div> </div><div>So that's it for today. Great things come in three's and right now two of my children are taking a nap... better go take one myself so that will make 3.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-11360239843565514052009-02-12T14:34:00.000-08:002009-02-12T16:35:28.394-08:00Catching Up<div align="center">So this tonsillectomy really took it's toll on me. After the meds wore off the first day I was toast. I'm finally feeling well enough to at least blog a bit today. So here's what's been going on around our house the last 2 weeks. Warning: Lots of pics to follow</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />Grandpa Jim came to help with the kids for several days and we had so much fun having him here. We can't wait til he is here with Grandma Kandi all the time. Jason and I even had a minute to go on an adult-only slurpee run and when we came back, Grandpa had been playing Twister with Madi & Jake. I almost wish we'd been there to see that.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Occassionally, we played...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpEwy1i8F0bR6yPhSHtCXxeQg8NTdmRN_B30B5RXdmaJElflKAsdBDbmRj41P-4Q5wnb73pdOAmavlZxqYV8LVOnugJhnl5QnpTjMjjFp2ryEYhWx10CEmKBw4Y4D7hjb6HNV69JmZ3BW/s1600-h/fisher+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302050380894142354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpEwy1i8F0bR6yPhSHtCXxeQg8NTdmRN_B30B5RXdmaJElflKAsdBDbmRj41P-4Q5wnb73pdOAmavlZxqYV8LVOnugJhnl5QnpTjMjjFp2ryEYhWx10CEmKBw4Y4D7hjb6HNV69JmZ3BW/s320/fisher+012.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />Mostly, I tried to sleep...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtEztyd5s2D1Va4FBrVd5H4wjuL1N6244EAMF6lSxf5GMQHfoT3Vul2Uq6mFyOj3B0FrGf0ooqfnr9B78kaj2p0hpuFFN8_34K_6LfjsR9A7FIkT4yIPt6RUe8EvbSb69KP3NDOEPxAnN/s1600-h/fisher+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302049610511155970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtEztyd5s2D1Va4FBrVd5H4wjuL1N6244EAMF6lSxf5GMQHfoT3Vul2Uq6mFyOj3B0FrGf0ooqfnr9B78kaj2p0hpuFFN8_34K_6LfjsR9A7FIkT4yIPt6RUe8EvbSb69KP3NDOEPxAnN/s320/fisher+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Jason decided to redecorate... or just decorate actually. He took this blank wall:</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-_JS4ghahNDnb7VF02NttxIKlcBxf083XAVpkpfWVnsiFzaIIUdEZWmjPKuEsB7l4sa6kGsT0tcYNG_3N9K_6D_6Es1y7e308iAssH7hp3nKBo_KNsn4LsLzzvGEdEMK0UB_PkwORIZG/s1600-h/fisher+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046917850862978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-_JS4ghahNDnb7VF02NttxIKlcBxf083XAVpkpfWVnsiFzaIIUdEZWmjPKuEsB7l4sa6kGsT0tcYNG_3N9K_6D_6Es1y7e308iAssH7hp3nKBo_KNsn4LsLzzvGEdEMK0UB_PkwORIZG/s320/fisher+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A little bit of sight measuring...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbW1jCfJKeN063IZYvsPaJcvN5ZvJXW9tv7FSvu8Zrv8N4p-LVnaUbA8a5z7VG7ush_7JKIniOZ3JsD_q245YWP9uB1X18qbRgds9NOIXWK52osZR-Q6RiuK3_3k1bVK-D_zOfq3b6mqgN/s1600-h/fisher+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046916348668210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbW1jCfJKeN063IZYvsPaJcvN5ZvJXW9tv7FSvu8Zrv8N4p-LVnaUbA8a5z7VG7ush_7JKIniOZ3JsD_q245YWP9uB1X18qbRgds9NOIXWK52osZR-Q6RiuK3_3k1bVK-D_zOfq3b6mqgN/s320/fisher+008.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A little bit of package removal, a homemade stencil made with posterboard, an exacto-knife and some dragonfly stickers</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgL40Dky64DBuT1g0VWP5X6rJ7U2CVjEqjZ36x6llt4U_ZrP9xLKEKgsYFN0B3TDafnyZq48ozb_T-fgxEHtT6R5TZvx0OWDyfmhXJPIHO0eNh1mBwmPfeJFAw9Hy5aXILstZrZaqr73V/s1600-h/fisher+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046914234373394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkgL40Dky64DBuT1g0VWP5X6rJ7U2CVjEqjZ36x6llt4U_ZrP9xLKEKgsYFN0B3TDafnyZq48ozb_T-fgxEHtT6R5TZvx0OWDyfmhXJPIHO0eNh1mBwmPfeJFAw9Hy5aXILstZrZaqr73V/s320/fisher+007.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And we have this beautiful arrangement on the wall downstairs now. My husband has pretty good decorating taste sometimes. Bonus: Total cost for the project was like 35 bucks. Can't beat that.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-z5seNHVCRvAsMbN1oDKQn1RVwwd8ld7l4l2HjFo3yhJUTwYuSJRm5AFWow8m8qUUfyPfc19cO2ZFylKdBeebtrKxz-qiClKp1YpBs2l_FfKchxbXst8XaoHybBqk8seUyND6VS42XKl/s1600-h/fisher+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046925106814578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-z5seNHVCRvAsMbN1oDKQn1RVwwd8ld7l4l2HjFo3yhJUTwYuSJRm5AFWow8m8qUUfyPfc19cO2ZFylKdBeebtrKxz-qiClKp1YpBs2l_FfKchxbXst8XaoHybBqk8seUyND6VS42XKl/s320/fisher+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br />We got a new family member. His name is Bo, and he's almost 5 months old. A purebred Golden Retriever. He's a sweet boy and Jason is in love, though Gracie hates when he tries to get anywhere near her. She screams and the louder she screams the more he wants to comfort her and therefore be near her.. it's a vicious circle.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85Hdbe5SIYtGbDuuspXsni1-SmzBgBcArnejWI1i5WEa-5v6w9LZratlaSl6CiC0H2XNSRUgxW08kNKdO4IUGGQnmoG8fU-dA90v3st_TEgBP95Ma3emTrvpjF_EInwQHdOEqp3_FMeyc/s1600-h/2009+032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046172532005826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85Hdbe5SIYtGbDuuspXsni1-SmzBgBcArnejWI1i5WEa-5v6w9LZratlaSl6CiC0H2XNSRUgxW08kNKdO4IUGGQnmoG8fU-dA90v3st_TEgBP95Ma3emTrvpjF_EInwQHdOEqp3_FMeyc/s320/2009+032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Just this past weekend I had the opportunity to suprise Jason with a little overnight getaway. We went to a friend's wedding reception in Bountiful and Grandma & Grandpa kept the kids and we got to celebrate Valentine's Day a week early. </div><div><br />King Bedroom at the Hampton Inn Lehi: $100.00</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIL9WlMMBzchq6cTQgNmuudijo-j7BESo_GAQ3lGLFLsHffzOpQOvV8aJ33U1zz7LsJGc94eMVy941lsLaUAnjaLGFcfuuOlxLuU3hLRT77617dZIro_ji4nCgYl766cpwbE8JfEB17ZZ8/s1600-h/2009+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046170174509906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIL9WlMMBzchq6cTQgNmuudijo-j7BESo_GAQ3lGLFLsHffzOpQOvV8aJ33U1zz7LsJGc94eMVy941lsLaUAnjaLGFcfuuOlxLuU3hLRT77617dZIro_ji4nCgYl766cpwbE8JfEB17ZZ8/s320/2009+027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Bag of silk rose petals & strawberry scented tealights: $6.00<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGqron0HmF8EYWS-lDYXvBWz6yBlAodAt1YuWBv33ascDr0G4nJ0-kO_Qlp6Rl4O_XrhCdnxgriivYG7oHntEiYgpuectNkU2M1NBoX3v1PpgaS2g71sjVLivYDzm3q3ThqzTaByVQFB6/s1600-h/2009+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046166727562082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGqron0HmF8EYWS-lDYXvBWz6yBlAodAt1YuWBv33ascDr0G4nJ0-kO_Qlp6Rl4O_XrhCdnxgriivYG7oHntEiYgpuectNkU2M1NBoX3v1PpgaS2g71sjVLivYDzm3q3ThqzTaByVQFB6/s320/2009+026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Two plastic champagne flutes & bottle of Cider: $5.00<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzpGA4kzUwKi_v3e3I2U_QUNR7V5jJ4xON4rGZ9Z88-g2G8nqOC1ZzfHUAevHZYDcfeDeQK880GiCN3VjI0DWyZ0lUqeNjuuc8bfpDNQjL45tpgBydNtafEIPGwQ2LUxtLQzTj9QeAch3/s1600-h/2009+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046162655036882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzpGA4kzUwKi_v3e3I2U_QUNR7V5jJ4xON4rGZ9Z88-g2G8nqOC1ZzfHUAevHZYDcfeDeQK880GiCN3VjI0DWyZ0lUqeNjuuc8bfpDNQjL45tpgBydNtafEIPGwQ2LUxtLQzTj9QeAch3/s320/2009+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />An Evening spent laughing & dancing with my husband and a full nights sleep without having to listen for the baby monitor: Priceless</div><div>(BTW: We also went shopping for new church clothes for J. How handsome does he look??)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBMX51JXv3xCDNSQJKzRUiykgI6K3SaQtpwx4-0fDdvjbsL-hgomNsonG3n5p30E3BqJXjNofkT7AahIB1kb8Yit1HGHJflCRczaSNbmhSWsUbv6eCXqQljfpqL0PfEsCXMpO-8iy1YrA/s1600-h/2009+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046155901759458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBMX51JXv3xCDNSQJKzRUiykgI6K3SaQtpwx4-0fDdvjbsL-hgomNsonG3n5p30E3BqJXjNofkT7AahIB1kb8Yit1HGHJflCRczaSNbmhSWsUbv6eCXqQljfpqL0PfEsCXMpO-8iy1YrA/s320/2009+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />One day I tried to do Gracie's hair.. 19 month olds don't like to sit still</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3XqUHAItb1wfN7q3wzSDJpqysHe5Nxnxdu3odo8D_fFXOGX7zozbKe1uADyzXlhtiB9c6Oz79UMQIFByKh6tQzZObWB-8GG7-Ei7EOtXO5lQ5IWVZbh8X72zTfsvrx2ZgjRJieSL2ZVo/s1600-h/2009+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045400202195282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3XqUHAItb1wfN7q3wzSDJpqysHe5Nxnxdu3odo8D_fFXOGX7zozbKe1uADyzXlhtiB9c6Oz79UMQIFByKh6tQzZObWB-8GG7-Ei7EOtXO5lQ5IWVZbh8X72zTfsvrx2ZgjRJieSL2ZVo/s320/2009+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So it ended up like this: but it was cute for the 5 minutes it lasted<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvB_VjR4JLKNkHDpi9UKDW5jssOwwbEhgmBmQKc56AeYOphoPCVcuv1DMOnL8zbXUHw9Za_gHGVTyeECqAzPe22NZSQXx5001qib3o-7cWSEag7WTzQaHkq1E3hk-wSVKlG4X3UZ497lw/s1600-h/2009+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045398211372514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvB_VjR4JLKNkHDpi9UKDW5jssOwwbEhgmBmQKc56AeYOphoPCVcuv1DMOnL8zbXUHw9Za_gHGVTyeECqAzPe22NZSQXx5001qib3o-7cWSEag7WTzQaHkq1E3hk-wSVKlG4X3UZ497lw/s320/2009+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday the kids and I worked on Valentine's projects for Dad. We all made him "love bugs" Great project for your kids. You could have a whole family of bugs. Some googly eyes, a couple pipe cleaners, some markers and an egg carton.. at least an hour's worth of entertainment.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU87cv06pJQrcMbfdvwn6V2AzJZ9Lz2yVfqAoQgTk-PlVicw495j7_E-phrbnUKU2IkoN0HhwnklMLCCfv298r8UlxP1N1OBFNmjW6YOl4pfQYh1RS2OpMDFs3dn5kTA_ClnrR_SDr_La2/s1600-h/2009+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045394176716626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU87cv06pJQrcMbfdvwn6V2AzJZ9Lz2yVfqAoQgTk-PlVicw495j7_E-phrbnUKU2IkoN0HhwnklMLCCfv298r8UlxP1N1OBFNmjW6YOl4pfQYh1RS2OpMDFs3dn5kTA_ClnrR_SDr_La2/s320/2009+014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>We all also know that Jason LOVES magnets.. so I made him some (I admit I ripped this idea off another website and now for the life of me can't find it) </div><div></div><div>This:</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCd3SK6r0g9H-7jRH4t3Zmjw1qQ1oexfstWasi4dB6TwGTps_ZcvjETqHdOS14X6O5Z0ofVj4T17dAp_XyRjBDvoJTjNDsbpf_cwoe0XXecSNnIi26c1FudyuZlurwreSJJusbJjNrk-G/s1600-h/2009+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045381386369554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCd3SK6r0g9H-7jRH4t3Zmjw1qQ1oexfstWasi4dB6TwGTps_ZcvjETqHdOS14X6O5Z0ofVj4T17dAp_XyRjBDvoJTjNDsbpf_cwoe0XXecSNnIi26c1FudyuZlurwreSJJusbJjNrk-G/s320/2009+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Became these: (there are magnets on the back of each)</div><div>Now Dad has magnet pictures of all his little SweetHearts<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_YwXW1exjlSLWNbH4m8aESj8QvA6f9yX5HC2PrzXkS50G4sll6YuZUPI6i5iDm06njhxV6jpbWjoLBNjY0lHnWzMCWBFXY2BhptXCVZd1pWbn37YcS7sImT-92xrNsmnMbxPQZIk41Jj/s1600-h/2009+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045382246763938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_YwXW1exjlSLWNbH4m8aESj8QvA6f9yX5HC2PrzXkS50G4sll6YuZUPI6i5iDm06njhxV6jpbWjoLBNjY0lHnWzMCWBFXY2BhptXCVZd1pWbn37YcS7sImT-92xrNsmnMbxPQZIk41Jj/s320/2009+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I think that about covers it for the last two weeks. I've become rather familiar with our DVR and like catching up on Rachael Ray when I can now. Jake and Madi both have Valentine's Parties this week at school so we've had lots of Valentines & candy around the house. Jason is still working hard and just this week he got a new toolbox for the house, so he's all sorts of excited. It makes me laugh. But now there arent' tools laying all over the place and that makes me happy too. And percoset.... that makes me happy and sleepy... think I'll go take a nap now.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-42588245385114776712009-01-30T11:09:00.000-08:002009-01-30T11:29:42.386-08:00Pockets in front- ties in the backI hate those words. That means I have to put one of those stupid hospital gowns on.. and they are always so fashionable and easy to figure out... NOT. We were taken back at about 9:30am, prepped for sugery and I was home by 3pm. Felt pretty good yesterday... lots of good drugs. Today they've worn off and although I can blog (as if it requires SOO much effort) I'd rather die than have my tonsils removed ever again- good thing that's not an option eh? Here's some pics of yesterday's adventue <div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>My Hilton-esque accomodations</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2odV0zX0wDsf4xf5TCx_UETtDF3tP0RiNM5HXA97R2iN43VpL1DX78pEggCQFpmboveSg-cJFDyHSh4yvoPUBmqs1Fna6EcvpNRFwZeUrFN9GBuJljMRwD4gpPeDkRukjw3CkP8SgxoL3/s1600-h/2009+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167354345416786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2odV0zX0wDsf4xf5TCx_UETtDF3tP0RiNM5HXA97R2iN43VpL1DX78pEggCQFpmboveSg-cJFDyHSh4yvoPUBmqs1Fna6EcvpNRFwZeUrFN9GBuJljMRwD4gpPeDkRukjw3CkP8SgxoL3/s320/2009+002.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />Smiling cuz I have no idea what's in store</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFPFFLBwLYNJW9iYEAL9EalDS6fX6qshl9rfZN-wDvtRRwpSNRq5q4M4xtlcjkT14AJt21ycPKjGLjzjWF0jxCE-SjFMXnq5EgMJKVxGC6sdAcK9rfM3tBfNN8KGEBFD76Sgtvr6gX2i7/s1600-h/2009+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167352322387106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFPFFLBwLYNJW9iYEAL9EalDS6fX6qshl9rfZN-wDvtRRwpSNRq5q4M4xtlcjkT14AJt21ycPKjGLjzjWF0jxCE-SjFMXnq5EgMJKVxGC6sdAcK9rfM3tBfNN8KGEBFD76Sgtvr6gX2i7/s320/2009+003.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />Pre-Op in my lovely gown. I can't believe I couldn't wear makeup, what a bunch of crap.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqddgA7cTaYU8Q0TW5IuSjfLoYFCQmx-Ulk2FeUZ7ZCZ6QgLL_8BAkvi4ByRj-o7p-JHONd-NnBh4JfOJmBT_6kl-j1ugeHh-RdzQ2bhI0olrNz95WTHKI16Nba0bETK4Dmi3rNIl5I_Vo/s1600-h/2009+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167357814406882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqddgA7cTaYU8Q0TW5IuSjfLoYFCQmx-Ulk2FeUZ7ZCZ6QgLL_8BAkvi4ByRj-o7p-JHONd-NnBh4JfOJmBT_6kl-j1ugeHh-RdzQ2bhI0olrNz95WTHKI16Nba0bETK4Dmi3rNIl5I_Vo/s320/2009+004.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My life line to anestethic and demerol yesterday...Could they have used any more tape?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhIunIVvKgpiGRYgV6AVbGUJ6UqIA3ahGIFlZXppxS5S44A0ECNOkkTXGMj9KgaW5Fv5tgNkTAq_8oUI-pEgaJgoThJFF9bCQJ2aqbja8_7C1e5mYiUOlDZ5NmQzr56MYSM5oVJKoA_aJ/s1600-h/2009+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297170059105735490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguhIunIVvKgpiGRYgV6AVbGUJ6UqIA3ahGIFlZXppxS5S44A0ECNOkkTXGMj9KgaW5Fv5tgNkTAq_8oUI-pEgaJgoThJFF9bCQJ2aqbja8_7C1e5mYiUOlDZ5NmQzr56MYSM5oVJKoA_aJ/s320/2009+007.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sharing popsicles from the nurses with Daddy before mom's surgery. They told us Gracie probably couldn't come back because it's RSV season, but once they saw her little face they couldn't resist. She got popsicles and juice and even a pink stuffed snowman! I got my tonsils ripped out.. sheesh</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMYgCDHb1Y3FpRPy-OVDDpCX-EZN__GQDWyV9q1YEcYGy-r5afUk9Yogg673tgcOViGATnPTfDSuA_7ZwVL3K4y_yvaWDfyV7Dj5SBN3Yo_gGspS5OdFE8XqFPCbDMqtlMm-52e6vDt-g/s1600-h/2009+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167361033061682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMYgCDHb1Y3FpRPy-OVDDpCX-EZN__GQDWyV9q1YEcYGy-r5afUk9Yogg673tgcOViGATnPTfDSuA_7ZwVL3K4y_yvaWDfyV7Dj5SBN3Yo_gGspS5OdFE8XqFPCbDMqtlMm-52e6vDt-g/s320/2009+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LitvOQFBPXtYf7CmUpX1JhnqepxxqwfMKvwG5TKWFBPBaxeM9J5f1FbrkoqzSYykM8FB3nvZ7w4e2xkLtXn-W1cD974rV7TPYKfGpKAkJsL0jjov2RgGs-GlYBlel2gsO98y8-RIt4X7/s1600-h/2009+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167356062876450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LitvOQFBPXtYf7CmUpX1JhnqepxxqwfMKvwG5TKWFBPBaxeM9J5f1FbrkoqzSYykM8FB3nvZ7w4e2xkLtXn-W1cD974rV7TPYKfGpKAkJsL0jjov2RgGs-GlYBlel2gsO98y8-RIt4X7/s320/2009+005.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><br />Day 2- Confined to my chair downstairs blogging away<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi5654A685WqBce7VwnR1CtXkqa2PL1CungHZr4aJmmANynZ4uPGEIBzBYsUsqm9Bq26AlfuiPLodlUiy_Px76sx-HQA-sxIY0YkHxWzXGdEt0KMCjV32l7HovrcKJJE-FqSOdb_eSKEb/s1600-h/2009+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297170062083549042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi5654A685WqBce7VwnR1CtXkqa2PL1CungHZr4aJmmANynZ4uPGEIBzBYsUsqm9Bq26AlfuiPLodlUiy_Px76sx-HQA-sxIY0YkHxWzXGdEt0KMCjV32l7HovrcKJJE-FqSOdb_eSKEb/s320/2009+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-75416913661057627912009-01-28T15:54:00.000-08:002009-01-28T16:09:01.429-08:00Streptococcus-Tonsilitis-Otorhinolaryngologist<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdv_lPX2PITflAX9PprMoQqanLWOxVimmiNs0Dg7UjqeciUQY5nZiUy897GvQaZUZeYqLRwuZXi59zuL-ms68aqegGQr4fdDM2Faq75F3a_c61GX2rWEgiYj3UfIugoRPM1eNdjcZL12cL/s1600-h/tonsils.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296500052019183954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdv_lPX2PITflAX9PprMoQqanLWOxVimmiNs0Dg7UjqeciUQY5nZiUy897GvQaZUZeYqLRwuZXi59zuL-ms68aqegGQr4fdDM2Faq75F3a_c61GX2rWEgiYj3UfIugoRPM1eNdjcZL12cL/s320/tonsils.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br />No I'm not studying for my medical assisting vocabulary midterm, though I feel like I am. After 4 bouts with strep throat since the start of November, I am having my tonsils out tomorrow. It took me 2.5 weeks to get an appointment with Dr. Catten (now lovingly referred to as Dr. Twitch 'cuz the man is ADD and can't stand still for 30 seconds. But he's super nice and still thorough) and only 2 days to get surgery. I report to the hospital at 9am tomorrow morning and should be home before Madi gets out of school. Wish me luck and I'll keep you all posted on my progress... providing the recovery isn't as bad as all those horror stories I keep reading.The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-28711251444030446132009-01-27T09:55:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:01:24.368-08:00How to Be a Good Housewife<div align="center"><strong>HOW TO BE A GOOD HOUSEWIFE</strong></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX6Go_9-0_LiR0hSrgo2BV72vpxb7yfv-a8RPw9dB1XffSza_I8JOcPWvCtCpORgyBr1V4ymuXxSiLxwahOdk2Gu7j3fGjpkAuki91am6Z7llv2BskLMzr79JWNe6wnUCaP4w1lIoYPeG/s1600-h/housewife.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296050414230746386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX6Go_9-0_LiR0hSrgo2BV72vpxb7yfv-a8RPw9dB1XffSza_I8JOcPWvCtCpORgyBr1V4ymuXxSiLxwahOdk2Gu7j3fGjpkAuki91am6Z7llv2BskLMzr79JWNe6wnUCaP4w1lIoYPeG/s320/housewife.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">From a 1954 Home Economics Text Book<br /><br /><strong>HAVE DINNER READY-</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>PREPARE YOURSELF-</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Take 15 minutes to rest so that you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be happy and cheerful and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>CLEAR AWAY THE CLUTTER</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">- Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, papers, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order and it will give you a lift, too.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>PREPARE THE CHILDREN-</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>MINIMIZE ALL NOISE -</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>SOME DONT’S -</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Don’t greet him with problems or complaints. Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>LISTEN TO HIM -</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">You may have a dozen things to tell him, the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>MAKE THE EVENING HIS -</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>THE GOAL -</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Try to make your home a place of peace and order, where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So how are YOU doing with this list?</div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-46250152931855944642009-01-26T07:52:00.000-08:002009-01-26T08:33:41.409-08:00Cabinet Creations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64JqIDAWoQWBxsEpoCkuYL8N_rRNu72ebOZuBL3HUUZ1LqlI7CwBspgL-1c3aqTkigdXRtEIdTCX6iADIhFeid6j1QKwVBu7cglk72z_12dG6K5vkmLZcrr5krJhj60NBumXQMd43p_L0/s1600-h/2009+059.JPG"></a>Jason and I inherited my mom's old buffet from her kitchen and turned it into our new TV stand. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTmU6n1_ICCEZv_xiixcNSRs8dAy2la9ATyWoy2uSm61OiOYA4bkmX3zxLSPslskmonSuPMlXVX2R_hv1kjI8WDUbm_yu6aifyvZe63MRiXkbtSaVHVIGF3xeKD1FRv4RvUXUngVsmR-s/s1600-h/2009+044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633397797883602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTmU6n1_ICCEZv_xiixcNSRs8dAy2la9ATyWoy2uSm61OiOYA4bkmX3zxLSPslskmonSuPMlXVX2R_hv1kjI8WDUbm_yu6aifyvZe63MRiXkbtSaVHVIGF3xeKD1FRv4RvUXUngVsmR-s/s320/2009+044.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>Mom's old buffet:<strong> Free</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em>2 black bookcases from Wal-Mart: <strong>$50.00</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em>Knowing my children can't reach to put their dirty little fingers on my $1200.00 plasma TV: <strong>Priceless</strong></em></div></div><div></div><div><div></div><div>We had to take the doors off to put the components in, however and in a brief moment of insanity I told Jason to save them cuz I just might turn them into a craft project. He looked at me like he knew they'd end up in the garage with my thousand other unfinished projects but he put them aside last week anyway. Last night I pulled out some things I'd bought at Walmart this week along with the infamous doors</div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBulGH450j_e9qRUVL3vTDL9vWP-QnaFMjJc8ivmh28Gqf5hhA-I-FMdkUkLYQarY1fn3bz337T347SK3bIUXpQyrpAO3kXDy51g2JSZgKx_i12rNqom4Xrl-LCFaQUeGItiTcC13SqR6/s1600-h/2009+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633390388980066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWBulGH450j_e9qRUVL3vTDL9vWP-QnaFMjJc8ivmh28Gqf5hhA-I-FMdkUkLYQarY1fn3bz337T347SK3bIUXpQyrpAO3kXDy51g2JSZgKx_i12rNqom4Xrl-LCFaQUeGItiTcC13SqR6/s320/2009+041.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Jason even came and helped me</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehW6neALPWoLBAlVTLUlnnMkR-BFCI8eWEvpsxdrF2XO-fYvK3nlmyOK4r1CGvymTlHl3-evVj4fxpSAmyqBUuN56-9PRHUxD8bkxf9nt5kLfjGIOZYyCD1Z4-kC4EwsXhydagfJQzNPd/s1600-h/2009+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295633394957347250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehW6neALPWoLBAlVTLUlnnMkR-BFCI8eWEvpsxdrF2XO-fYvK3nlmyOK4r1CGvymTlHl3-evVj4fxpSAmyqBUuN56-9PRHUxD8bkxf9nt5kLfjGIOZYyCD1Z4-kC4EwsXhydagfJQzNPd/s320/2009+042.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br />After about an hour we had turned some throw away doors and a couple cheap picture frames into a decorative wall display</div><div></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLG1M8Sl022SV6NyXF0lDmmoR85f2kc9qgwTg7DdaCKNnOJkkpTyw1qScZfFx5TYWFsXnV_TbYz4unu1bxgLDLlqF_qP6U1mZ6zbg3nv6puZtQPBiLfr3waHrXeeF-Vpu-peUAmOOXcX4/s1600-h/2009+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635079938215186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLG1M8Sl022SV6NyXF0lDmmoR85f2kc9qgwTg7DdaCKNnOJkkpTyw1qScZfFx5TYWFsXnV_TbYz4unu1bxgLDLlqF_qP6U1mZ6zbg3nv6puZtQPBiLfr3waHrXeeF-Vpu-peUAmOOXcX4/s320/2009+049.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuriW-5cEN2TKJ6sYR-6t8FJluSKGdEPqWhKT03tQmPX2xCz6ibqdDC5FZgP9if5Th-hPO7tWA9ZIUgnMCxmvG71W1rwRSmi3kBaZcntgf-KbYUdES4OVrUFhXFpxbxkEzNTQ2C2jazTk/s1600-h/2009+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635083368765282" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmrHtdCTmzr4bPcAB3atyUJ_wcD3kSsnGV3_MInGx5-VYiZgLJUjo1IuohNHgQCerT75coRFUZRosYhtt_8NuKjvkIeXa48KInmG1rxeeZATjVMHN4Cq5LWsYku4-Upr8Gj05IuwSkx79/s320/2009+057.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMc2KpFC4OLBmGXyOqjUqX2iCFvQGUOgBSVCCgGh4XIUkQC405bBZEw_yc0SgCkjMNvp5fIO7c94aFtuIsgUukURCFJ5zv5_8hMMnjgPzhDny6Qej2J3LwqIFO_SpfPXJK09Sz-EZJu1HG/s1600-h/2009+056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295639053392698434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMc2KpFC4OLBmGXyOqjUqX2iCFvQGUOgBSVCCgGh4XIUkQC405bBZEw_yc0SgCkjMNvp5fIO7c94aFtuIsgUukURCFJ5zv5_8hMMnjgPzhDny6Qej2J3LwqIFO_SpfPXJK09Sz-EZJu1HG/s320/2009+056.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zDb3zno7G6wG1XSSba6PRM5nUXzEBJxvSD-x0L1SvQkI4Qs69uZwLTo45hQxfdmefC5tUmOSluOdPBQVl8UE7ySVJdIpAD-fg3lMrjJw_PZP6vMJ8Ki39HBZTeXeY3eGjEJ5eZJTYfkI/s1600-h/2009+054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295639051598797634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zDb3zno7G6wG1XSSba6PRM5nUXzEBJxvSD-x0L1SvQkI4Qs69uZwLTo45hQxfdmefC5tUmOSluOdPBQVl8UE7ySVJdIpAD-fg3lMrjJw_PZP6vMJ8Ki39HBZTeXeY3eGjEJ5eZJTYfkI/s320/2009+054.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Now, in all fairness I know my girlfriend <a href="http://olderandwisor.blogspot.com/">Rebecca Wisor </a> could have turned some cabinet doors and a stick of chewing gum into a rocket ship that's actually capable of reaching the moon, but under the circumstances (me being craftily challenged) this was the best I could do ;-)</p><p align="center"></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114630578305898296.post-49034385860702057812009-01-21T13:41:00.000-08:002009-01-21T13:47:27.845-08:00Make sure he isn't sadMy friend James' mother passed away this last week and one of her last requests of her children was in regards to her sweet husband. To them she said "make sure he isn't sad". I could not believe how such simple words touched my heart and what love and compassion she showed in her final moments for her companion. I many times wondered what that kind of love would be like and now I have it. Today I renew my commitment to so live that when my final days.. minutes.. moments come that I will be able to go knowing I didn't make those around me sad and though they may miss me and be sad in that way, it will not be through any actions of my own.The Hays Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07115537286410898009noreply@blogger.com1