tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53189578943724886482024-03-05T23:17:19.520-08:00Clawson LiveLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-15360747799727547552013-06-15T08:56:00.001-07:002013-06-15T08:56:36.553-07:00Happy Fathers Day1<object id="flashObj" width="480" height="270" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=2125099902001&linkBaseURL=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.lds.org%2Fmedia-library%2Fvideo%2Fmormon-messages%3Flang%3Deng%26id%3D2013-01-002-earthly-father-heavenly-father%232013-01-002-earthly-father-heavenly-father&playerID=710849472001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAApYNoccE~,xDmRWfqDlPhbhwoOkZ1F_TSoe20nAtRQ&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" /><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=2125099902001&linkBaseURL=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.lds.org%2Fmedia-library%2Fvideo%2Fmormon-messages%3Flang%3Deng%26id%3D2013-01-002-earthly-father-heavenly-father%232013-01-002-earthly-father-heavenly-father&playerID=710849472001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAAApYNoccE~,xDmRWfqDlPhbhwoOkZ1F_TSoe20nAtRQ&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="480" height="270" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object><p></p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-22642412994741388272012-11-06T09:17:00.001-08:002012-11-06T09:17:07.383-08:00Grateful Day 6Grateful I live in a country where my vote counts!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Short and sweet but sincere. The first thing I am grateful for is my family! I love their guts!!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwx0-GC7npJeb5IF7OFp3HCaF4dFOxv19k8ltJonqwpjxbZuLVhz58pQra3HCfyVl7_02s7gn_9gQzhV1UQ4P387oQdymOLvcWTc1g6vWZW6T_dy1Yh7eOG1j4gPfhJtnHdd4tjFP6V1q/s640/blogger-image-240318979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwx0-GC7npJeb5IF7OFp3HCaF4dFOxv19k8ltJonqwpjxbZuLVhz58pQra3HCfyVl7_02s7gn_9gQzhV1UQ4P387oQdymOLvcWTc1g6vWZW6T_dy1Yh7eOG1j4gPfhJtnHdd4tjFP6V1q/s640/blogger-image-240318979.jpg" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-65005951444753731492012-06-18T12:25:00.000-07:002012-06-18T12:25:20.505-07:00Stake Conference 6/2012All I can say is.....AMAZING! The last 3 days have been the most touching, enlightening, testimony building days ever. For the last month and a half we have known that for our stake conference in June, Elder David A. Bednar of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles would be visiting us. First off, he's one of my favorites to listen to in General Conference. His <a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2005/04/the-tender-mercies-of-the-lord?lang=eng">Tender Mercies</a> talk and <a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2011/04/the-spirit-of-revelation?lang=eng">Light </a>talk are ones that I remember daily. So how is it to have a member of the Twelve Apostles visiting with us so intimately? All I can say is it was wonderful. We had a change of Stake Presidency and James and I were lucky enough to have quite a few moments of one on one time with Elder Bednar. I hope my kids will remember the moments he shook their hands, and looked them in the eye saying each one of their names. I wish Jane could remember having him coo over her, and tell that if she came to his house he'd feed her ice cream. The hug he gave James. Wow! You know in the scriptures there are so many times that the chapter is ended with the writer making a statement how words can't be written to explain what was happening, and I feel like this weekend was like that for me. So many times as I would try to express myself to James, I'd just cry. Words couldn't quite relate what I was feeling in my heart, and what I really wanted to express. It just felt like there were "other" words somewhere in my mind that just couldn't come out. They weren't words that I speak, but words I feel. <br />
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We were taught this weekend. The words spoken weren't just ones that made me feel like he was giving a great talk. It wasn't a talk at all. Pure instruction. I felt like I was a child learning. It was like that moment when you could first sound out letters and realize that when you put them together you could read! I was learning in a way that only the spirit can teach you. At points I felt like my heart was going to explode. I didn't want it to end. Two hour meetings flew by, and there were quite a few. We had a special meeting Sunday morning with an audience of 6. 6 of us were able to be instructed and taught very personally. Elder Bednar was talking to me, and teaching me how to teach my children. I'm going to do better. I was inspired to do and be better. My testimony of living Prophets and Apostles grew this weekend. It skyrocketed. I testify of witnessing miracles this weekend as well.<br />
I experienced something amazing this weekend, but I'm not going to let it end. I'm going to do. "Get my feet wet" in Doing, instead of waiting to be acted upon. If you want some good reading here's the <a href="http://www.lds.org/church/leader/david-a-bednar?lang=eng">links</a> to some of Elder Bednar's talks. I hope they inspire you the way they inspire me. <br />
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PS- he liked my Razzleberry Pie too:)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-91950655170267146452012-06-13T10:28:00.002-07:002012-06-13T10:28:23.471-07:001 Year Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She's 1 year old today! Still can't believe she's here with us, but we wouldn't want it any other way! Love her!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-34919498651880702782012-03-22T10:31:00.003-07:002012-03-22T10:33:29.459-07:00WinnersI love him! He's my first born. The first. The one who gets the worst of everything. Everything he does is new to us. The child that has overprotective parents. The child that sooo much is expected from. He's handsome, wonderful, kind, soft spoken, smart, funny, talented, and a person I love. I adore him. I love his juicy lips. His giant eyes. His hair! He ran for Student Body office at school. This is the text I got yesterday right after school. "Didn't win". That's it. It's over. He's defeated, heartbroken, and I cried. I hate seeing my kids not getting everything their hearts want. I hate seeing them hurt. I hate seeing them defeated. As I was thinking about it this morning at 1:47am to be exact, I wondered if that's how Heavenly Father feels about us? Does he want us to get everything our hearts desires? Does he hurt when we hurt? Does he want to make it easy for us? I came to this conclusion. He's a dad. A father. A parent. Of course he does. He only wants us to be happy. But I have to admit that the times my heart has been broken are the times that I've learned the most in life. He knows that too. I've gained greater empathy for others. I've learned compassion. I've learned to work a little harder. And I've tasted a little of the bitter that always makes the sweet taste so delicious. So to my first born....It's only the beginning, but there is so much sweet to be had. Just wait:) XOXOXO<br />
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<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-76468402101632266942012-03-14T17:10:00.001-07:002012-03-14T17:10:53.707-07:00The First Signs of Spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It may be the first signs, or the first smells of Spring. Anyway you cut it, it's delicious!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-33446165412658904702011-06-30T12:18:00.000-07:002012-05-29T20:11:26.261-07:00Jane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jane Juliet Clawson was born Monday June 13, 2011 at 5:07pm. She weighed in at 7 lbs. 11oz. and 20 inches long. What a treat she is to have in our home. Jane decided to come fast. All of my children have been born fairly quickly. 5 hours from water breaking to delivery on all of them. But Jane takes the cake. All of my children have been very easy deliveries by most standards, but the last two babies made me decide that if I ever had another baby I was going to do a home birth. I won't stand on my soap box, or be an at home advocate, but for James and me this was the right choice. My last two deliveries were in the hospital, but we decided to go natural, and with nothing extra, medication or IV wise. We went to the hospital with our minds set, but we felt like we had to fight for everything we wanted. Hospital just do their thing the way they know best, and for most people that's great, but I hate it. I hate shots, IV's, and the way epidurals made me feel. Both of the last two deliveries were unattended. Jake was born with 2 emergency room doctors running in at the last minute since no other doctor was around, and Seth was the same way. The doctor made it the last push, and barely caught him. I remember telling James if we ever had another baby we were doing it at home. No pressure, no chaos, no needles, no screaming nurses. Just us and a midwife. <br />
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By the time I realized I was actually in labor it was only an hour later that Jane was born. So if you can do a little math, here's the scenario. Midwife is in Layton. I live in Avon. Time in transit is 1 hour and 5 minutes to be exact. Therefore Jane was delivered by her dad. Yep, James delivered Jane and did an amazing job keeping it all together. I knew that the midwife wouldn't make it in time, but everything was going just the same as with the last two kids. All was perfect. I knew exactly where I was time wise by how things were feeling. I let James know that the midwife wouldn't quite make it, and he set to work. Birthing tub was filled, hospital pads set out, towels warming in the dryer, and even a call to our local florist. All went amazingly well. She came out and immediately started crying. She pinked right up. There we sat, the three of us just hugging, and kissing, and being completely happy. The midwife was on the phone with James as soon as Jane was born letting him know what to do. He was amazing. He's told me since, he was nervous, but he did an amazing job and never let it show. I never felt his stress, and for me this was the most wonderful experience. As I lay in my own bed minutes after, nursing a perfect little girl I just smiled. James commented on how happy I looked. I would do everything exactly the same if I had the chance. <br />
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We didn't tell many people because as you know everyone has their own opinion of home births. Most of it is very negative. My parent knew and every time I saw or talked to my dad he'd put in his, "Won't you please go to the hospital?" My mom was encouraging. She always had an encouraging word. My grandma was absolutely relieved when I called to tell her all was well. My sibling think I'm a pioneer who really does live in the wilderness. I've had my own opinion of some people who deliver at home. Everyone has a horror story. I did a lot of research and talked to as many people as I could. I met with a few different midwifes before picking the one I used. Heather my midwife has been delivering babies for 15 years, and has delivered more than 800. She was knowledgeable, smart, confident, but yet when asked about certain scenarios she wasn't overly confident. I wanted someone who was smart enough to transport if necessary and knew her limits. I get asked if I had regular prenatal care, and I can say this pregnancy was the best in that respect. I had more questions answered and one on one communication with my health care provider than ever before. Also I'm asked if I was given all the tests that a regular OB does. The answer to that is yes as well. The state of Utah requires a lot of testing, and even a midwife has to meet the states requirements. Also I'm RH negative and require a rhogam shot during pregnancy, and after delivery. Heather is qualified to do all that. She is qualified to do a lot more as well. I felt totally at easy with using a midwife. I also knew what my body does, and how a normal pregnancy should be.<br />
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The other day James was talking with a friend and they asked about the baby. When they heard about the delivery at home his response to James was, "I didn't know you were one of those people." We aren't one of "those" people. We're just normal people who wanted to have a baby our way. We aren't too granola, or natural or holistic. We don't eat organic, and I love white bread as well as wheat bread. I shop at Wal-mart as well as Trader Joe's when I get a chance. But having a baby at home was perfect for us. The experience of having a baby is empowering for me. I feel strong. I feel like I'm a part of the whole process. Babies are beautiful, and such a gift from heaven. I am grateful to be a mom to 5 beautiful, perfect kids.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-55422539997412456072011-04-22T12:39:00.000-07:002011-04-22T12:39:20.157-07:00His Sacred Name - An Easter Declaration<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oXrOG02NMB0?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Christmas time in Utah means an annual trip to the big city to see the lights at <a href="http://www.lds.org/">Temple Square </a>and eat a carb loaded dinner at <a href="http://www.osf.com/">The Old Spaghetti Factory</a>. It's tradition, and even though we don't do it every year, when we do go we do the same things every time. This year was the Grandest of all years yet. We decided to splurge a bit this year and book a big ole room at the <a href="http://www.grandamerica.com/">Grand America Hotel.</a> If you read a little about it, it is the only 5 star hotel in Utah and was built in 2002 for the Winter Olympics in SLC. It is wonderful! Beautiful, and actually quite family oriented. I mean how many 5 star hotels would you feel comfortable walking into in your jeans let alone with your 4 children in tow? This place was crawling with families with tons of kids, and exuded Christmas time cheer. Hot chocolate chip cookies at check in, and beautiful decorations everywhere. <br />
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James decided to go big all around. He splurged and decided on getting valet parking. Self parking was $10 and valet was $15 so James being the big spender went valet. I will admit I tried to talk him out of it. I'm cheap sometimes, but I will never second guess my Jimmy again. We checked in, checked out our room and made reservations for dinner at the Spaghetti Factory and then headed downstairs to get our car again. We waited for a few minutes when the valet came running up to us with this look on his face. I thought for sure they had crashed the truck. It's a beast! It's huge, and hard to park even when no one is parked on either sides of you. I know! I've been known to walk long distances just so I can park in peace with no one around. But that wasn't the case. Actually they had lost the keys to our truck, and were in a huge panic. They apologized profusely, and offered rides where ever we needed to go while they found our keys. We weren't put out. We knew if worse came to worse we had an extra set back home in Avon. We'd just be stuck in lovely Grand America Paradise for a bit longer. <br />
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So were were shuttled in the hotel's Lexus everywhere we needed to go. The Spaghetti Factory, Temple Square, and back. It was actually really nice. We didn't have to worry about parking at all. When we finally got back to the hotel, the valet reported that they had indeed found our keys. They had fallen out of the valets pocket into another car and that owner had returned them. They again apologized profusely. We went up to our room to find a huge tray of chocolate chip cookies, cold milk and chocolate dipped strawberries. There was also a very nice note attached. Actually it was an extremely nice note. In it they apologized for our inconvenience, and told us to enjoy our stay.............FREE OF CHARGE!! Get out of town!! That never happens, but it did. Our Grand America stay was free! I called down the next morning to thank the manager for their generosity. The cookies and milk were more than enough, but they went above and beyond for a few hours of missing keys. <br />
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So we are never going to stay anywhere but the Grand America. I think I could stay there forever and eat chocolate chip cookies. So thank you again to the Grand America. You made our stay unforgettable, and a birthday weekend magical. The moral of the story here though my dear friends is, always get valet parking. It's worth the extra $5 any day:)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-23892850998911802212010-07-25T14:37:00.000-07:002010-07-26T05:09:58.021-07:00The Best Week Of The Year!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The annual Garner Family Reunion at Bear Naked Lake was a hit this year. Thurs. through Sat. tons and tons of Garner's, Smith's and Clawson's convened upon the family sanctuary. What would we do without a cabin in Bear Lake? I'm not sure we would survive. It has become the home I think of when I think of my family. My parents moved away from the family home all us kids grew up in years ago and the cabin is now the place I think of when I think of "mom and dad's house". Saturday every single person was there. Not a soul was missing. It was wonderful. The beach was wonderful, the Mango Slaw was delish, raspberry shakes were devoured in Garden City, night games were fun, the smores were huge, and Heavenly Father answered my prayers for a wind free day at the lake (and to get Jed and Gina back to us safely.). That doesn't happen very often at Bear Lake. Only when the Garner's are magically all there:)<br />
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As we left last night there were cries of, "Night Games 2011!!" Kids and adults alike were all charmed by the weekend. Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa G! The cabin is magical and we loved all you did for us. Thanks Hollie and Sam for coming from Boise and all the brothers! I love your families, and wives and my life if happy and perfect because of you all! I love my family!! So till next year there are memories and pictures to remind us of the best week of the year. I cried the whole way home last night, but I know I'm not alone. My mom's blue I'm sure, and Eric just called bawling too. It was that kind of a weekend. I can't wait until 2011! Click <a href="http://gallery.me.com/lisagclawson#100141">here</a> to view all the photos!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-45986635620627347322010-06-20T09:15:00.000-07:002010-06-20T09:16:27.093-07:00What Are You Going To Do On Your 62nd. Birthday?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKxpjfFLeed4yBHFTFRvRD6_ZLNh-2VxiRV7XjmZy686-22Bqj553b1A8v4WIuq6m2HgKrM6RYMKYHq1aPoyfY_X24uXL-oxqvaMqOY5XBmeUnpNkGpxuw1Xq4qkFyYGT6cTAA6yC37qp/s1600/IMG_6547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKxpjfFLeed4yBHFTFRvRD6_ZLNh-2VxiRV7XjmZy686-22Bqj553b1A8v4WIuq6m2HgKrM6RYMKYHq1aPoyfY_X24uXL-oxqvaMqOY5XBmeUnpNkGpxuw1Xq4qkFyYGT6cTAA6yC37qp/s320/IMG_6547.jpg" /></a>Good quest huh? Well Sat. I spent a few hours with my dad doing just what he wanted to do. A few months ago he called me one afternoon and asked if I wanted to run the Ogden 1/2 Marathon with him. Needless to say I was a little taken back. He's been a walker as long as I can remember, but the last year or so he's picked it up a bit and runs about 4 miles every morning. But a half marathon is a far cry from 4 miles. Unfortunately the Ogden 1/2 had been sold out for months. It wasn't even an option. I told him of the dilemma, but quickly came back with an alternative option. Bear Lake has a Marathon and Half Marathon in June, and it actually was the day after my dad's 62nd birthday. He jumped on this option, and a date was set. He trained his little brains out. While vacationing he'd call me every few days to tell me he had run 5,6, and 7 miles without stopping. "Do you think I can make 13 mile?" he would ask. Heck yes was always my reply. He may not be in peak Half Marathon condition, but who cares if we had to gut out a few mile. <br />
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The week drew nigh. The weather was atrocious. Down right cold, wet and miserable, but nothing was going to deter him. Sat. morning dawned. Actually I heard him stirring at 5:30am and so I decided that we might as well get this show on the road. Oh did I mention that the Bear Lake Half Marathon was sold out too. We wouldn't let that stop us. We created our own route. It was great! <br />
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The first 6 miles he went without even stopping once. A good steady pace. I was proud. At the turn around point we walked a bit. The second half was a bit slower, but he'd run and then just need a little walk. I know how that feels. I'm not ashamed to say I do that quite often. When all was said and done we completed the Garner First Annual Daddy Daughter Half Marathon in record time. 2 hours and 58 mins. He did it, and he did a fantastic job. He's got another race in the making for our family reunion in July. Beware all you Garner clan. Dad's excited and can now officially say he completed a Half Marathon. I was so proud of him and his positive attitude. What a guy! Dad I love your stinking guts, and thanks for letting me share the morning with you. I'd do it anytime! I know what I'm going to do on my 62nd birthday now. Love ya Dad!!!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-50610096742293694272010-05-22T17:25:00.000-07:002010-05-22T17:26:13.918-07:00This Isn't Going To End Well<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0HAK6SpKHfTKMuNK4RE94S3gNEJTnf8gVroa4yHO6iVqfsnT8_207n11D54Lk0sksfuw5st0tjbl000GZudI0EsP32059_xewGoLWGvDwzxjemeuLuEsEOgeAdTyRWuczEXS6Nst-AP1/s1600/IMG_6289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0HAK6SpKHfTKMuNK4RE94S3gNEJTnf8gVroa4yHO6iVqfsnT8_207n11D54Lk0sksfuw5st0tjbl000GZudI0EsP32059_xewGoLWGvDwzxjemeuLuEsEOgeAdTyRWuczEXS6Nst-AP1/s320/IMG_6289.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P_SkZ3NyjMHBoibcLNei3-mGs4VWDoYAb5vUMkcbtuWNUR-F8J1pN2tDRMIY9UUpvCzbjwiUCzqAPLu2cVzwBElnaQymDit9Ziz3F-MKQ8ddRvU8RAPg0juv8O43yFt0ygxWOBISyvZ8/s1600/IMG_6290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0P_SkZ3NyjMHBoibcLNei3-mGs4VWDoYAb5vUMkcbtuWNUR-F8J1pN2tDRMIY9UUpvCzbjwiUCzqAPLu2cVzwBElnaQymDit9Ziz3F-MKQ8ddRvU8RAPg0juv8O43yFt0ygxWOBISyvZ8/s320/IMG_6290.jpg" width="213" /></a>Just thought I'd introduce our little babies. These little eggs are from a cute little Kill Deer momma bird who is trying her darndest to hatch these little chics. "I don't think this is going to end pretty." Those were James' exact words this morning. Titty and Lou, our kitties have now started tormenting the momma bird. Once those chics hatch they'll make their first squeak and the kitties will hear it as a breakfast bell. Oh the carnage. It ain't going to be pretty. <br />
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Last week Seth came running in to tell me about the nest he found. The eggs are nestled down in a bunch of gravel rocks............in my driveway. Right by the front door. What was she thinking! I've never seen a nest like this or eggs like this, but I've never looked. I wonder how many of them I've squashed in my lifetime. So the circle of life continues. I hate the circle of life sometimes. Some critters don't even get a chance. I think Seth would nurse these little birds if he could. He's going to need a Dollar Store visit soon to get his mind off his babies:(Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-51489518489293574142010-05-04T08:59:00.000-07:002010-05-04T09:17:16.582-07:00Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="webkit-fake-url://6ADDD500-B868-4773-8CB1-FAA3AD26F9DF/alliwantformothersday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="alliwantformothersday.jpg" border="0" src="webkit-fake-url://6ADDD500-B868-4773-8CB1-FAA3AD26F9DF/alliwantformothersday.jpg" /></a></div>I'm totally going to give this to James. I was checking up on all my loved ones today when I came to my sis-in-law Susan's little site. First off I love her <a href="http://persimmonandpink.com/?p=1316">new print</a>. Susan it's fabulous! And secondly I thought this little <a href="http://www.ambrosiagirl.com/blog/mothers-day-card-for-the-dads-free-download/">Mother's Day reminder card</a> was perfect for my "not so perfect gift giving" husband. I printed it out and I filled in the blanks. Maybe come Sunday I may have a Big Hunk candy bar or something letting me know he cares. Yesterday I was talking to his mom and sister and they were shocked at his lack of "with it-ness" when it comes to birthdays, Valentines, and Mother's Day. I did then remind them that he is absolutely perfect all 362 other days of the year. I shall forgive him, but if a little help is all he needs.........I've given it to him now!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-30658138099135069132010-03-23T11:59:00.000-07:002010-03-23T12:08:06.563-07:00She Won<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2zsj27Bek2ZBepBvlz5ulwWr3eXamWOfjKikGUQ9HVwAyhhVwJxxTu8Wb9x9FRtqrLHnh4UBMsn8h6fzjKSldE15fr_yBnEV8gP_JihvTpqe-1RJrqWyUmoAYtct2NpcsL2FmUCW7e3-/s1600-h/EmmaMag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2zsj27Bek2ZBepBvlz5ulwWr3eXamWOfjKikGUQ9HVwAyhhVwJxxTu8Wb9x9FRtqrLHnh4UBMsn8h6fzjKSldE15fr_yBnEV8gP_JihvTpqe-1RJrqWyUmoAYtct2NpcsL2FmUCW7e3-/s400/EmmaMag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451908122156703378" /></a><br />Emma won! The posters were a hit, but I thought I must inform those who care. My mom and dad called yesterday morning from their vacation to see what happened with Emma's election. They figured since I hadn't called them yet that Emma must have lost. Actually she won, but it broke her little heart.<div><br /></div><div>I was waiting in the house for Emma to walk down from the bus Fri. afternoon and as she walked through the door I yelled, "Well.................!" Emma's reply was soft and sad. "I won." and then she burst into tears. Her favorite friend was running against her and Taylor had not been chosen. I really think Emma would have felt better about Taylor winning. So for the next 15 mins. Emma and I hugged in the laundry room and cried for Taylor and her broken heart. I actually cried because of Emma's tender heart, and her compassion for a favorite friend. Man- I'm going to do better. I learn a lot from my kids. They're wonderful, and perfect, and beautiful. I not prejudice either. I'm more proud of Emma for her kindness than for her winning any popularity contest. The kindness will take her a lot farther in life than anything else she could ever achieve.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-46858728997030427482010-03-19T12:29:00.000-07:002010-03-19T13:07:05.397-07:00Happy Anniversary Mr. Clawson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBchB_opMvAxe7Y3TnsVWX11YJeV3qC-iYqmfYSCDURNagpmD5Z7pC_cCEknOE9xnS-3v1hrHxGL2kU_ncyiMwXFdcL9O0gA-c3W4zW9hNTsbzWfvWHqxrBRdbjtJoi7XTsefem4HXNhD/s1600-h/James+and+Lisa+Wedding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBchB_opMvAxe7Y3TnsVWX11YJeV3qC-iYqmfYSCDURNagpmD5Z7pC_cCEknOE9xnS-3v1hrHxGL2kU_ncyiMwXFdcL9O0gA-c3W4zW9hNTsbzWfvWHqxrBRdbjtJoi7XTsefem4HXNhD/s400/James+and+Lisa+Wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450438633905366274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyzpvkUDdMArwYMSSB850nZoVKIeTmKBRfAj-vIqnI8srRJXk9Zbe_wpihUJnWAxtalTxx5GA_0zbviHlLbT5UprBEdBFI1A4gULYFGKTq7HpEVIQPTMe6Dn26vrGkKGnQDkW9mKLsJWe/s1600-h/JAmes+and+Lisa+cows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyzpvkUDdMArwYMSSB850nZoVKIeTmKBRfAj-vIqnI8srRJXk9Zbe_wpihUJnWAxtalTxx5GA_0zbviHlLbT5UprBEdBFI1A4gULYFGKTq7HpEVIQPTMe6Dn26vrGkKGnQDkW9mKLsJWe/s400/JAmes+and+Lisa+cows.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450438624424333730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKocStMalYlkSBKgrrifWWwOuFK2-RKp63SKcfTIyn_UBRfs2E8PaAKOhg7LwGr7uRvbMTc39xQg0NYn80pPsWPk002XPR6DsPE-83sSyryaQHTw4KrGfwzS6lZcFsn7RH2Cnt9eUuURgN/s1600-h/IMG_4368.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKocStMalYlkSBKgrrifWWwOuFK2-RKp63SKcfTIyn_UBRfs2E8PaAKOhg7LwGr7uRvbMTc39xQg0NYn80pPsWPk002XPR6DsPE-83sSyryaQHTw4KrGfwzS6lZcFsn7RH2Cnt9eUuURgN/s400/IMG_4368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450438617147437954" /></a><br />It's been 17 years!!!! I can't believe I've been a Clawson almost as long as I was a Garner. Happy Anniversary to my James. I've had the best ride. I couldn't have asked for anyone better. I knew from the get go that I was marrying tall, dark, and handsome, but he is also absolutely perfect. He's my Mr. Darcy, Mr, Knightly, Edward, and Henry. I love you James, and I'm excited for the next 17 maybe 17 million years!! Love ya!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-44494532771231817632010-03-14T07:23:00.001-07:002010-03-14T07:23:58.382-07:00Good Luck Emma! (And Thanks Doug!)<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:13px;"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(193, 24, 15); "><br /></h3><div class="post-header-line-1"></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAg2sf5nTv4kAmd9ZHktgkv5GQJkUV4mhi2CuuD0gp5BeRuWEwfUNlGKZLE_mEkkt7qEE9l1WCd3Xq8CKVBsCJjnQXqE-sYUyEqQnHkGXo0ZlX8T-q__5wnbo5wRIenEYci1AtUbTH771q/s1600-h/EmmaMag.jpg" style="color: rgb(193, 24, 15); text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAg2sf5nTv4kAmd9ZHktgkv5GQJkUV4mhi2CuuD0gp5BeRuWEwfUNlGKZLE_mEkkt7qEE9l1WCd3Xq8CKVBsCJjnQXqE-sYUyEqQnHkGXo0ZlX8T-q__5wnbo5wRIenEYci1AtUbTH771q/s400/EmmaMag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493938132761794" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-right-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-bottom-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-left-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">New Era-ish Emma Magazine Cover</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJKISr2HpL26L4z6C_1aV4qLAeRM1SlBrGKy2-yF7PW2lob4fEBayWNsq7rkeOi_x8VJ7V7Jgw9_FMI9GLBz-pzxhzX1hrXFJNmbZ_bMB4jYJEpmgGAnRs0kpoq8diXY9XZXF_S-i7ZRF/s1600-h/EmmaStarWars.jpg" style="color: rgb(193, 24, 15); text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJKISr2HpL26L4z6C_1aV4qLAeRM1SlBrGKy2-yF7PW2lob4fEBayWNsq7rkeOi_x8VJ7V7Jgw9_FMI9GLBz-pzxhzX1hrXFJNmbZ_bMB4jYJEpmgGAnRs0kpoq8diXY9XZXF_S-i7ZRF/s400/EmmaStarWars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493932878705586" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-right-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-bottom-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-left-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Princess Leah- love the buns.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHTXA8ICt1L_HJYGiC1ck4vFZtMPZ6xql_zrqGJh9bf47Vf8g2fy2TSYz2dH-XFKvLiXPgdrIG2AQjRqwHSTfmYZsjGlo4zk07oiXo7OADDiPdXxI3LMMdNZNn8Y4LB9oG-sHMNlpwhtD/s1600-h/EmmaSmiles.jpg" style="color: rgb(193, 24, 15); text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHTXA8ICt1L_HJYGiC1ck4vFZtMPZ6xql_zrqGJh9bf47Vf8g2fy2TSYz2dH-XFKvLiXPgdrIG2AQjRqwHSTfmYZsjGlo4zk07oiXo7OADDiPdXxI3LMMdNZNn8Y4LB9oG-sHMNlpwhtD/s400/EmmaSmiles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493924450940530" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-right-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-bottom-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-left-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><div>Time again for the yearly running for office at our home and what would we do without our fabulous Uncle Doug! Now most kids are wondering what color of poster board to write on, but not us. We have a professional in the family that comes up with fantastic posters in a matter of minutes. Fri. night James texted Doug at about 8:00pm to tell him that Emma had made the primary election, and need 2 posters by Sat. (since we wouldn't be going to Sam's on Sun.) He had 4 ideas an hour later. What a guy. I'm sure he had nothing else to do on a Fri. night?</div><div><br /></div><div>Emma is a bit torn though. You see one of her favorite friends is running as well and only 1 of them can win. She feels she has an unfair advantage now. She almost started to cry thinking about her friend. On the other hand Jed was telling her how his posters destroyed the competiton last year for him. He has no mercy. So good luck Emma and a million thanks to Uncle Doug!! We'll let you know how it turns out. No matter what she is dang excited to have the posters in her room when all is said and done.</div><div><br /></div><img align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmDkBNhrSo_fpeyl2D6POqOlNVS3i7ifjcCyNhb4GT5E50jIdb2iYPPO8qGaJV0UdzjRiHTA1CIw6Buho2dgXSyGUFSGZkILPcyQnK1jnfzmWPSmooXD2AklNcCG46rXxERIxJojX1NQ/s400/ClawsonLiveSignature.png" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-right-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-bottom-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-left-color: rgb(209, 212, 137); border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /><div style="clear: both; "></div><div id="lws_0"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(115, 148, 45); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "></div></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-83978070075311751592010-02-05T07:12:00.000-08:002010-02-05T07:39:07.752-08:00Ice SkatingA few weeks ago the fam spent a fun MLK day at the Eccles Ice Arena. I forgot how much I love ice skating until I got back on the ice. When I was younger we had some favorite family friends that we would go ice skating with every single Fri. in the winter months. The mom of that family had been a competitive ice skater in her younger years and we were now benefiting from her talents. (As well as being able to wear her old skates!) We would have 4 Garner children, and 4 Coleman children all piled into the back of a fabulous red station wagon and we'd head "over the vi-a-doc" to the Colosseum. During the warmer months the Colosseum was where all sorts of livestock auctions occurred. It was a dirty place, on the other side of the tracks, but we treasured these Fri. excursions. <div><br /></div><div>We actually got pretty good. We could all spin without travelling, and I even learned to do a single toe loop. I loved seeing how far down the rink I could skate with one leg stretched out back just like Dorothy Hamil. The year I was 11, the National Championships of ice skating were held in Salt Lake City. Our ice skating instructor/favorite friend's mom had snagged our families tickets. So off to the Salt Palace we went. It was a school night too if you can imagine. I think we got home about 1am. It was the best night. It lasted for hours, but staying to the bitter end sure paid off. The skaters got better and better as the night progressed, and finally we were to some names we were familiar with. The last skater of the night was this short little man in a blue zuit suit with racing stripes down the side. It was Scott Hamilton!! He was amazing and fabulous, and wonderful. That was the night that we saw him perform his famous back flip on skates. Of course he won the competition, and all 8 of us kids were the loudest cheering section anyone could ask for. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few weeks later we were able to watch him again on TV as he won the gold medal at he Olympic in Sarajevo. Watching ice skating to me has always been one of my favorite things. I will always remember feeling like I got to personally witness a little history. Scott Hamilton is still amazing, Sarajevo doesn't even exist anymore, the Colosseum has since burned to the ground, and now I'm a mom to four kids. Life moves on but there's a whole new round of ice skating to watch in the upcoming weeks. I hope someone will love watching it as much as I do. Actually I know there will be. Emma loves it too:)</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-60524404432690440272010-01-24T07:45:00.000-08:002010-01-24T08:30:03.833-08:00Let Me Introduce My Neighbors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWLCfZP3JBlzPhJNIdGVHXfcOqGghFmpyGC8wKoN-hih3XcftGoibnasWufCh1JPaMTr6yaHWzS0VPsjbbKsHX2UGfy3RqTL5oC__MREswInDTr2SxkUnkxZET-tUq9DA1L0BUWmEro3M/s1600-h/IMG_5834.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWLCfZP3JBlzPhJNIdGVHXfcOqGghFmpyGC8wKoN-hih3XcftGoibnasWufCh1JPaMTr6yaHWzS0VPsjbbKsHX2UGfy3RqTL5oC__MREswInDTr2SxkUnkxZET-tUq9DA1L0BUWmEro3M/s400/IMG_5834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430343289846274370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5teddzyppSlDaJeyO5S376GZddya1YHVp0sngyNfF_aYz5WONiyq-nsZz9SJnaHEQT2fdaV2YAAym3H9WKH9oKObm1VD1KgErSDrawVKI27hC0hcCSrTAIdJuNQKQjotDJwbe68801ImQ/s1600-h/IMG_5829.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5teddzyppSlDaJeyO5S376GZddya1YHVp0sngyNfF_aYz5WONiyq-nsZz9SJnaHEQT2fdaV2YAAym3H9WKH9oKObm1VD1KgErSDrawVKI27hC0hcCSrTAIdJuNQKQjotDJwbe68801ImQ/s400/IMG_5829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430343275413862162" /></a><br />These lovely ladies are my closest neighbors. You know you live a little too close to cows when your children make fun of how other kids make the sound cows make. I remember a few years ago being with family and someone was playing with one of the small babies and asking them to make different animal sounds. "What does a horsey say? What does a sheep say? What does a cow say?" The child was so cute and made the cutest little sounds, but when we got into the car my oldest said, "That is not what a cow says!" and then he proceeded to imitate a cow bellowing for her babies. If you've heard it you know it nowhere near a nice little moo. It is loud and repeated over and over and is echoed off our hills for everyone to hear. Fog horn is a more reasonable imitation of these lovely ladies. Nothing lovely and "Old McDonal-ish". I prefer cows bellowing any day over sirens, and cars though. It's a good trade off. Usually I love my neighbors.<div><br /></div><div>The neighbors are usually very polite and keep to themselves. Actually they spend their summers up the canyon enjoying some very fine grass I'm sure. Perfect neighbors I think. There is only one problem. Every once in awhile an unruly teenager and his friends decide the grass is greener on my side of the fence. If they start feeling this urge I've noticed no fence can keep them out. They walk right through and onto my daffodils. Just the other day as I was walking out to the barn at 4:52am to go running, I noticed in the nick of time, one of these lovely ladies had left me a deposit right outside the barn door. I like the deposits that come in Razzle Berry Pie Shape, not Cow Pie shape. </div><div><br /></div><div>One spring I remember laying in bed with my windows wide open listening to the frogs out in the fields as I slumbered. All of a sudden in my subconscious I could hear, big animal walking through tall grass sounds that seems to be getting closer. "James! My tomatoes!" is all I could say. My man knew what needed to be done before the lovely bovines destroyed my freshly planted and manicured veggie garden. Oh I wish it would have been daylight just so I could have had a picture, but maybe this mental picture will do just as well. </div><div><br /></div><div>James was suddenly running through the yard in his whitey tighties and milking boots carrying a menacing looking BB gun and yelling at rouge cows. He saved my tomatoes. Those cows went running scared. If it wasn't true love by that point in my marriage, it certainly was now. I knew he was definitely a keeper. You know Dr. Laura always asks, "Would your man swim through shark infested waters to bring you a lemonade?" That's how you know if he's a keeper she says. Well my man tops that. He runs through the yard in the middle of the night in his undies, wearing milking boots to save my tomatoes. True love don't you think. I love his guts! I'll keep him. I'll keep the neighbors too..........most of the time:)</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-83883418730996327332010-01-21T15:42:00.000-08:002010-01-21T16:01:55.343-08:00January<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbCUOt-EAIpJwdoOaEDeFLVrMOS2QwazOZL41GNtDJYoUdg14fGl5lfBZYKWrTpdcTVTj-zbd7dTAjCyvVsVrbRzusEI1Kdo0HrvE8DjRlh9RlqhkuDWsKi5T6y4IM4tDjFYdwFkrO2FK/s1600-h/quakies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbCUOt-EAIpJwdoOaEDeFLVrMOS2QwazOZL41GNtDJYoUdg14fGl5lfBZYKWrTpdcTVTj-zbd7dTAjCyvVsVrbRzusEI1Kdo0HrvE8DjRlh9RlqhkuDWsKi5T6y4IM4tDjFYdwFkrO2FK/s400/quakies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429345873600806258" /></a><br />January and I don't usually get along. This year may be the exception. It's quiet, still, cold, and beautiful. I need to enjoy these traits a little more. The excitement of the holidays is gone, and spring hasn't sprung yet. Maybe I need to be a little more quiet and still and enjoy the beautiful things my life is full of.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318957894372488648.post-6868233825661248482010-01-14T09:04:00.000-08:002010-01-14T09:17:10.501-08:00Zucchinnis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiud-CHltaMdodEXz4sk32LZq5CfKDowDlM-dB-DLiM65sgC0I2xsXu1XLpcBNwkFs-92_aTAvO9w9scpVXVKpUdfdZ6lgfrYtQSt-3RrsqrmRD0Myi2gtTaXrt8UJYtzUpDUbBZZJmEQ-4/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiud-CHltaMdodEXz4sk32LZq5CfKDowDlM-dB-DLiM65sgC0I2xsXu1XLpcBNwkFs-92_aTAvO9w9scpVXVKpUdfdZ6lgfrYtQSt-3RrsqrmRD0Myi2gtTaXrt8UJYtzUpDUbBZZJmEQ-4/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426645608925538834" /></a><br />Today Seth came home from school so excited to tell us the news. Friday is "Beach Day" at school and he said every girl in the school is going to be wearing their ZUCCHINIS! I can't think of anything cuter. Can you?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06800983562281216780noreply@blogger.com1