tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66395400917033907832024-02-19T01:47:55.942-06:00The Ups and DownsAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-72201676789218751242011-10-18T15:55:00.002-05:002011-10-18T16:13:11.976-05:00Ok, thinks that have happened the last couple months<br /><br />-San Diego, always a blast, I may post on that later.<br /><br />-Started school (work) again and love my staff. Since working at the school district I have come to discover what I am really good at. It's the people skills that I am having to work on.<br /><br />-Pregnant, having a boy in January. I am excited for this, but trying not to think too much about it.<br /><br />-John is going to school full time at CAC. He is going to go into computers. We have talked about it for years so it is great to finally have him do it. It is amazing what a job you hate will motivate you to do.<br /><br />-We are homeschooling Addison for preschool. We couldn't find anything affordable that fit our scheduals so we are taking it into our hands. She loves to do her homework, and I think that its the only time of day when she is quiet. She also loves to draw. Very good at it too.<br /><br />-I'm still working at Brownies, just taking a break. I am too tired. The plan is for me to come back after the baby is born and help run things. I just hope buisness is better by then.<br /><br />-Addison is excited to be a big sister and have someone to play with. She keeps talking about when her baby brother comes. She says things like, I wish he could come out now. Also, she knows we are going to Disneyland after he comes, but I don't think she knows what it is.<br /><br />Life is simple and to an outsider probably boring around here, but we love it.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-16683262822781331192011-07-25T19:25:00.001-05:002011-07-25T19:25:22.326-05:00Gardening<div><p>This summer I have been taking care off my mom's flowers.  She has been gone and I don't have a cool setup like she does.  Well, in the front I planted some morning glory because I love the flower they give.<br>
  If you know anything about cotton you know that this is one of your worst enemys.  Our family has a cotton farm that my dad grew up working on.  Todd and I both worked on it as well.  My job was to chop the morning glory before it got big enough to start vining its self around the cotton plant.  If it did, it was a pain to get it off without destroying the cotton.  The problem of it lies in this.  The vines grow and spread over everything.  They then clog the picker and slow org even hault the harvesting of the cotton.  To say the least, farmers consider it a weed.<br>
My dad came home earlier this summer for the weekend and saw the morning glory growing happily in his flower pots.  I think it took every fiber of his being to not pull it.  this last saturday I went over and pulled all dead flowers from the pots because I lives in arizona and everything dies in the summer here.  in the front where I had planted the morning glory, it was the only thing left alive.  I just had to giggle a little over it all.</p>
<p>I love you dad.</p>
</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-81645937034508008822011-06-18T21:45:00.001-05:002011-06-18T21:45:45.046-05:00Bowling<div><p>John took addison bowling a couple off weeks ago.  Today she miraculously found the bowling set that has been in her room for the last six months and decided she wanted to bowl in the living room.  Oh, and she was wearing her swimming suit most off the day.  John has a very elegant and unique through.  This is addison trying to bowl, just like him.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKsA6BNqDj7MPRJb4iJci0cr3Sjb4vjSq8f5O9rrlGyhLJsl3T1-TaPW-4Z3bD1ULDLYdbiMO3zcz1vU7Dj78wWiUi2s0R0QGO3mrdlwDiePzhs9kO2AmNkBc8NnINewNkXpYFR7Xx6Mo/' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-50235580009516245832011-05-08T20:16:00.001-05:002011-05-08T20:16:19.048-05:00<div><p>This is my baby.  I love her so much.  Even though she didn't let me take a nap today.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs44sUyqfwsbsW5nHUupOXRS6p42W67yzi9bRBs78QIWWgr4I52oHgrzPr6jf4qrb7btXNnHKm2QPIiBWxFuV6CmKEybDkFuKwL0fwnMTR6ERc5xrfiRq5nPjl1MqZ0sf6jXLdkSSHBQE/' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-36154583929511847762011-05-07T13:41:00.001-05:002011-05-07T13:41:32.666-05:00Happy mom's day<div><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TcWSWvf_qgI/AAAAAAAAAok/EKOZxnDxCoc/2011-05-07%2011.40.31.png' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-80820995375584948892011-05-02T06:28:00.001-05:002011-05-02T06:28:09.218-05:00May 1<div><p>First day of may, windows open all night.  This is the temp insider my house.  In arizona.  Does anyone else find that hard to believe?</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/Tb6VR3OJGiI/AAAAAAAAAog/t2Q4mURe2XI/2011-05-02%2004.25.27.png' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-55844400813212157862011-04-24T14:44:00.001-05:002011-04-24T14:44:57.886-05:00Happy easter<div><br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TbR9rvTn3lI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/gIsl91yOW3g/2011-03-30%2016.10.16.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TbR9saYxnGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/XJ5uAwiwPOE/2011-04-24%2012.40.49.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TbR9tPGM17I/AAAAAAAAAoY/Zx7hxqUUbbA/2011-04-24%2012.41.36.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TbR9uFS2B4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/WnKn2ppwAGE/2011-04-18%2020.31.14.png' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-26597687810758330172011-03-29T21:15:00.001-05:002011-03-29T21:15:26.952-05:00Little miss muffet<div><p>Sat on here tuffet, eating here curds and whey.  Yeah, so didn't set this up.  It was just too cute.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TZKSOUj-d1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/CqXq7dRxx90/2011-03-29%2019.09.50.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TZKSPRtMoZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/iDVGZVN3FGI/2011-03-29%2019.09.47.png' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-76034388969360539142011-03-17T00:31:00.001-05:002011-03-17T00:31:50.332-05:00My week alone<div><p>This last week I have been on my own because John decided to got to Kansas with his brother.  Did I mention he took Addison too.  I have had an entire 6 days to myself, if you don't count the 2 jobs that I work.  It has been relaxing, but I'm ready for my family to be home.  Is it funny that I miss being woken up by a slap in the face and a 3 year old saying she wants cereal?  </p>
</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-53359197268517085932011-03-01T19:06:00.001-06:002011-03-01T19:06:38.589-06:00Pretty princess<div><p>Isn't this the cutest girl?</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TW2YGdd5H9I/AAAAAAAAAn8/HnFfKnQHGvg/2011-03-01%2018.01.44.png' /><br/><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ODDUomCRoh8/TW2YHOcZQEI/AAAAAAAAAoA/tAJttjha2Gs/2011-02-25%2016.22.35.png' /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-78110149840808977972011-02-22T07:03:00.001-06:002011-02-22T07:03:52.689-06:00New cell phone<div><p>I have a new number and access to the internet.  So, I might be better about updating.  Maybe.</p>
</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-87138273868887252962010-08-06T19:39:00.000-05:002010-08-06T19:40:43.581-05:00Yes we are still alive.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-40163489806736544752010-05-03T20:47:00.001-05:002010-05-03T20:51:33.520-05:00bakingThis is what happens when you are trying to make cookies for a husband who will be here tomorrow, and cleaning up the kitchen. I turned my back for 30 sec. and she wasn't even in the room. She's Good!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgcECdDt-ZV5rkkHnPDkxoPoRysVVjJ0CNa31c0ziR1JvQf0o_fs2W6LuBm3M_9Gh39vZX8i8D_qkumTYqTVwIyLLbSUAj4AzgBi1rZHils7SdB2YMm4gq6WbOt_1yZXo0RN1XSVb5H8/s1600/100_2222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467225959787548850" 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/AVvXsEibgcECdDt-ZV5rkkHnPDkxoPoRysVVjJ0CNa31c0ziR1JvQf0o_fs2W6LuBm3M_9Gh39vZX8i8D_qkumTYqTVwIyLLbSUAj4AzgBi1rZHils7SdB2YMm4gq6WbOt_1yZXo0RN1XSVb5H8/s320/100_2222.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-70550606552348795522010-04-25T20:08:00.003-05:002010-04-25T20:20:01.644-05:00UpdateThe house is sold, I am now 28 and here are Addison's unofficial 2 1/2 year pictures<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNIL8LlICUMzbrUmqbuj5KTH0PmqEOm3kVJoxLJnUyrGFvt1bA__gynHo53WHI19BOHjuP4O3iEpiJ92eC8gR1exwR0anRTY1OiglN0TvSGtgtvewEjCjrhjtyPPzR_vWc2K7I-oqpR8/s1600/100_2216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464249139269426178" 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/AVvXsEirNIL8LlICUMzbrUmqbuj5KTH0PmqEOm3kVJoxLJnUyrGFvt1bA__gynHo53WHI19BOHjuP4O3iEpiJ92eC8gR1exwR0anRTY1OiglN0TvSGtgtvewEjCjrhjtyPPzR_vWc2K7I-oqpR8/s320/100_2216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lWqwXOc7I5ELh5c5vSCRiWgd31DiLtOlC5ZZqixS-GlrUgXwmyiLtV9sxiLWNKwoVrz53ZSJHIgZjQlwxQ4L9KCP_y57gJ4QuTxmqwlZZwdJypJUw1xkjeWRm21syTqHsvoJb56xR68/s1600/100_2217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464249133028162754" 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/AVvXsEh8lWqwXOc7I5ELh5c5vSCRiWgd31DiLtOlC5ZZqixS-GlrUgXwmyiLtV9sxiLWNKwoVrz53ZSJHIgZjQlwxQ4L9KCP_y57gJ4QuTxmqwlZZwdJypJUw1xkjeWRm21syTqHsvoJb56xR68/s320/100_2217.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInSmlKm07zN-SscLv-6YSOztNWkeGHX7zZNJe9VIhJsd1s2n-QUVcdDX9mf9GIPFRE2_NsCXDKUOBoKsjd_k_e_dkgnMcaz9W1P9NUoKDVnG-2D9RT250TbgROjXObfvQbGPzjScJfcc/s1600/100_2219.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464249118185709410" 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/AVvXsEhInSmlKm07zN-SscLv-6YSOztNWkeGHX7zZNJe9VIhJsd1s2n-QUVcdDX9mf9GIPFRE2_NsCXDKUOBoKsjd_k_e_dkgnMcaz9W1P9NUoKDVnG-2D9RT250TbgROjXObfvQbGPzjScJfcc/s320/100_2219.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSrEj6PIk11pu3dCmhRMgakOHsJeb58PXUd5vEw1I3wR83PFBPf-HioLU762x2atyg6NgCkPmQw0UO-R83JGOznqpZ2P4k-b5ZAnB37HT33pIUTu7xDzip_bo8wJTeTsstmL19fANH_c/s1600/100_2221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464249111870208818" 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/AVvXsEjtSrEj6PIk11pu3dCmhRMgakOHsJeb58PXUd5vEw1I3wR83PFBPf-HioLU762x2atyg6NgCkPmQw0UO-R83JGOznqpZ2P4k-b5ZAnB37HT33pIUTu7xDzip_bo8wJTeTsstmL19fANH_c/s320/100_2221.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-84587091481721520492010-03-21T21:09:00.003-05:002010-03-21T21:22:40.740-05:00County FairWe went to the fair this week. I was asked to judge the cakes and baked goods part of the 4-H entries. It was fun, and I had to keep telling myself that these are kids, not pastry chefs.<br /><br />Addison learned a few new words, chicken, sheep, goat, duck. I love to hear all the new things she has to say. I am also officially mommy, not mama.<br /><br /><div align="center">I loved the crazy hair when she took off her hat</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWmzxgf_5Q92n7eME14TRj4qBKeeuMbqr8J5iPYdAPZx2xdOPJgdariKdi5Y_TH91WlF9HeiFpj-ksUYagl4BQs-k_FwdlCNARu5vDwyZw-E7njTHk62eeDxBgxgZTDOK3bB165uPaDM/s1600-h/100_2208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451277398638452290" 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/AVvXsEjOWmzxgf_5Q92n7eME14TRj4qBKeeuMbqr8J5iPYdAPZx2xdOPJgdariKdi5Y_TH91WlF9HeiFpj-ksUYagl4BQs-k_FwdlCNARu5vDwyZw-E7njTHk62eeDxBgxgZTDOK3bB165uPaDM/s320/100_2208.JPG" border="0" /></a> She carried the bear around for 2 days, I'm not really sure why.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8VHDhqSkv8dZJ9l3bR5JbAmb3sZcfx4XeGv1sIUr4UtNK5F-DfmTSZz2xCwXhOCCLFxUGqgWvV461dhcILqZZShwDnvq5bptjc92QooUGam2d58oO0qBAnb69Sj9rtrExFr74gBfHLI/s1600-h/100_2209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451277388416919570" 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/AVvXsEhK8VHDhqSkv8dZJ9l3bR5JbAmb3sZcfx4XeGv1sIUr4UtNK5F-DfmTSZz2xCwXhOCCLFxUGqgWvV461dhcILqZZShwDnvq5bptjc92QooUGam2d58oO0qBAnb69Sj9rtrExFr74gBfHLI/s320/100_2209.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-12986435130690434102010-03-02T18:15:00.002-06:002010-03-02T18:21:26.140-06:00I Have a JOB!!1 day shy of 5 months from when I let Kansas, I finally have a job! I'm going to be working with the Glendale <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Elementary</span> School District as a food service manager(fancy name for lunch lady). I'm so excited because this is my first job as a technical manager. Now the question is where are we going to live when my parents get home?Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-30623894922917054852010-02-24T09:39:00.003-06:002010-02-24T09:50:25.021-06:00House Update<div><div>So for those who don't know, we have a contract on our house right now. The inspection was this last Monday, and I'm told it went really well. We still haven't heard what they want fixed though. Also, I unofficially have a job. The Glendale Elementary School district is going to hire me to feed all of their hungry kids. I'll be managing one of the cafeterias, and I'm totally excited for it. So things are coming together, prayers are being answered, all that jazz. I am just looking forward to having John here with us.<br /></div><div>Addison went to a party next door and was on this swing 90% of the time. When it came time to serve the cake she decided to ditch the plate and just relax while she ate. She is so fun.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441837375069687442" 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/AVvXsEgwGwsE5ga_6XrrMYccO_meLTOyQvNh1E0w6H781HMeS1R3hpup08yRk2DP1bRTB_degFzC02YRhpP8ZiqLNloZthdOSrs7WvwNu08aglE_ZWYdBRcbU4n8C-h6qHRm-N3DaERW1kPdX9Y/s320/100_2199.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441837357817606386" 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/AVvXsEgzbUTusU2kOx45g9lxOKb_QYoNwoDmxHqgUtXZjkOq9vfSAtCQn8rfm63VtzMAxk2hl_T5uEToTNmhKignYhYXOh03sTmzIFSO4hNrajLYh2oNLr7CvnXV-Q9nfj2WU7D2EHlbcHpBThY/s320/100_2200.JPG" border="0" />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-46176758216235602782010-02-07T15:51:00.002-06:002010-02-07T16:23:42.848-06:00Addison's SwingAddison loves to swing. It is one of her favorite things to do at the park (which drives me crazy because we go so she can run and get her energy out, not mine). So, inspired by Trisha and the rope swing they have in their yard, I got into my dad's camping stuff and "stole" one of the millions of ropes he has. a tie here and a knot there and we have a completely free, to me at the moment at least, form of entertainment that keeps her busy for hours. I wrapped a towel around it to make it softer. She loves to just lay on her belly with her feet dangling and swing back and forth. That is great because I have to do zero pushing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHEaccdWXTxPPiSP_39PsFy2pXKGVbZlH223D4nOfXIe0-XfCdRw6QwgsemXVTbeKU4yVGZ0HTq09BAUHXkJe2azqrMShAtSAI5aSkIlZ6GmB9-ytn5CTzJGrXyxkfZ7CQc25VsUjGU0/s1600-h/100_2197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435623902895898050" 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/AVvXsEjMHEaccdWXTxPPiSP_39PsFy2pXKGVbZlH223D4nOfXIe0-XfCdRw6QwgsemXVTbeKU4yVGZ0HTq09BAUHXkJe2azqrMShAtSAI5aSkIlZ6GmB9-ytn5CTzJGrXyxkfZ7CQc25VsUjGU0/s320/100_2197.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On other new, there isn't much at the moment. We have had 1 offer on the house and I've had a job interview, but nothing in set in stone yet. I'll Let you know when we do. </div><div>Meanwhile, back on the farm. . . </div><div>I love living at home again. My parent's house is huge and I have no idea how she kept it clean with six kids, oh wait, I forgot, she had 6 kids for child labor. Just kidding. I'm just amazed at how fast one little girl can mess up a room when you are making dinner (or blogging and trying to ignore her for 5 min.) But I mostly love living close to my family again. Not that I didn't love John's family, I really do, they just aren't my family. I love how picking up kids turns into an hour conversation. I love that we can get together for dinner at the last minute. I love a sister and brothers in law that fit in so perfectly with our family. And I love having a sister that is like a mom while mine is away who will listen to me ramble on for an hour even though she has a million other things to do. I have really missed my family, and I didn't realize how much until I moved back here. </div><div>Sorry, Today has been a little emotional. I have realized that one of the greatest blessings the Lord has giving me lately is a feeling of peace and knowing I don't need to worry about every little thing. I have put my trust in Him, that He knows what I need the most and when. I will get a job when He wants me to. John will be able to move out here when He wants him to. And until everything in life is perfect (aka we die) I know that I don't have to worry about it, I just need to have faith.</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-55885968712879218362010-01-24T10:28:00.002-06:002010-01-24T10:42:06.102-06:00Guilty PleasuresOne of my Guilty Pleasures is Albertson's french bread. Most of you are probably thinking that that isn't a bad thing. Well the fact that I'm a baker and can make breads that would put Albertson's to shame makes it one for me. It goes back to a time when Rachel, Kim and I would all go to the store, get a movie, bread and something not good for you like hot tamales, ice cream or chips, and that would be our Friday night. But we would always get the bread. I was just at Albertsons on Thursday.<br /><br />It's about snack time and so Addison wants everything she can think of. Well she just came up to me in the kitchen and asked for bread. So I got out what was left and tore part of it off. she then began to get mad and demand the rest of it so I gave it to her just to see if it would prevent the oncoming tantrum. She grabbed it, took off running and giggling, so happy to have won her piece of bread. She is a girl after my own heart.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-45054355977786440232010-01-22T18:37:00.003-06:002010-01-22T18:39:08.115-06:00Sweet TemptationsIt is still a work in progress, but anyone interested in seeing my website for the bakery can go <span><a href="http://sweettemptationscg.com/">here</a></span>. Things are starting to come together.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-43566687568084891542010-01-20T19:08:00.000-06:002010-01-20T19:11:19.374-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSscEjzMb9T4fI3hxY_2AY99gUglchXhrJZVp_N1cdsdsmq78YELg4oI-9IdP57m-4NV3drwfVrWOiPToRJy_nqTDQEJeToKV8TpCDkwHUDUqTBRKWQSJilKsUiqp2fdX3kuYh-SaoS2c/s1600-h/100_2193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428994336068496786" 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/AVvXsEhSscEjzMb9T4fI3hxY_2AY99gUglchXhrJZVp_N1cdsdsmq78YELg4oI-9IdP57m-4NV3drwfVrWOiPToRJy_nqTDQEJeToKV8TpCDkwHUDUqTBRKWQSJilKsUiqp2fdX3kuYh-SaoS2c/s320/100_2193.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Not quite what I had in mind when I think about how I want my kids to be into cooking.</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-14560866928426340472010-01-16T18:44:00.003-06:002010-01-16T18:52:28.277-06:00Cake<div align="center">This is what I did this morning</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRTsrr2zBDcSrVadLOSzsiEsUrx2v0rWuNCUkKtMQivI7nt-_dV-hX4O5xerSTYWaZVO9c26Y2BFnF6fn8Q9yxrhDK5iF4q_GwvD6yrVNHcL1NsOmosVxIvfUG6-GMBR_3d9hpMxaOpU/s1600-h/100_2188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427504863902800434" 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/AVvXsEjBRTsrr2zBDcSrVadLOSzsiEsUrx2v0rWuNCUkKtMQivI7nt-_dV-hX4O5xerSTYWaZVO9c26Y2BFnF6fn8Q9yxrhDK5iF4q_GwvD6yrVNHcL1NsOmosVxIvfUG6-GMBR_3d9hpMxaOpU/s320/100_2188.JPG" border="0" /></a> ...and this is what I get for not paying attention to my daughter.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZwkr5vd80NmYrT1OylE4kCEy-M08VCmnBKFRP4qvolTu67kDX5vA3gkdh-yzSNBwnSwGqxh3yo3XnbCEigGcH5nZNzxGmTyrLignqLRMpsAvEHOM9pIBmANSQ1ffbhwUNP-9a3ASZcY/s1600-h/100_2191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427504858404941794" 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/AVvXsEjzZwkr5vd80NmYrT1OylE4kCEy-M08VCmnBKFRP4qvolTu67kDX5vA3gkdh-yzSNBwnSwGqxh3yo3XnbCEigGcH5nZNzxGmTyrLignqLRMpsAvEHOM9pIBmANSQ1ffbhwUNP-9a3ASZcY/s320/100_2191.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-29314939746462157362009-12-27T19:53:00.003-06:002009-12-27T20:19:52.451-06:00Best Christmas EverThis year for Christmas I was given the best gift ever. My siblings and I rotate names for gift exchange. This makes it so much easier than getting everyone something and I love it, usually. Well it has been a very hard year for John and I and that is one of the reasons we decided to move to AZ. But I didn't count on not being able to find a job in a field that is ALWAYS hiring. Needless to say, we couldn't afford to have John come out here for Christmas. Then Trisha tells me that everyone in the family has decided not to do gifts. This was a huge relief and I was really looking forward to a relaxing day with all of them. It was great. Even with Addison and her tantrums. I was able to bake in the morning, something that always makes me feel wonderful, and spend the afternoon with siblings. What I didn't expect is what walked in the door at 8pm as we were all singing on John's voice mail. John himself. My brothers and sisters had decided it was more important for me to see my husband and bought him a plane ticket. This is the only picture of Christmas I took. Addison would not let go of John for the entire day on Saturday. She just wanted him near her. I can defiantly understand the way she felt.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGobRwPoepYVZy4zZPOLjOviU_zVwCKR-wt6mfXHbBs1Sy-PPWxUaMVVaH8XHIRuIUb3u6hz7hZHNN6OUJlJ7Vofl6B-mmz89dgjXL4n1cQC8cZXMR4H9XzziiqHqnO9Xg6gWPM37FqM/s1600-h/100_2166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420100679660221122" 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/AVvXsEjAGobRwPoepYVZy4zZPOLjOviU_zVwCKR-wt6mfXHbBs1Sy-PPWxUaMVVaH8XHIRuIUb3u6hz7hZHNN6OUJlJ7Vofl6B-mmz89dgjXL4n1cQC8cZXMR4H9XzziiqHqnO9Xg6gWPM37FqM/s320/100_2166.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am shocked and amazed at the generosity and love my family on both sides have shown me over the last few months. I don't know who did what, but I am grateful for and to all my family. I am also grateful that families are eternal because I don't want to loose a single member. Thank you all for a wonderful weekend.</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-12415218727521711832009-12-22T09:40:00.002-06:002009-12-22T09:47:00.720-06:00For Uncle KrisI just thought he would be proud of Addison's choice of play the other day. I especially love that she is in a dress. She loves everything a boy would love. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkszPoyvzaYQ2XkTVxwrmzg5FCfhyphenhyphenEf4_auiNkct0P7ut6kqettV_LzgP9GHO9wcSQ6dWRIfLVxylHk87NtoQI8152O9Zr6bVG2O5R5XYqeZ4r40ZRyHZFnmSp15K3G9QaNHZzSJ86P4/s1600-h/100_2162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418087119755502914" 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/AVvXsEhAkszPoyvzaYQ2XkTVxwrmzg5FCfhyphenhyphenEf4_auiNkct0P7ut6kqettV_LzgP9GHO9wcSQ6dWRIfLVxylHk87NtoQI8152O9Zr6bVG2O5R5XYqeZ4r40ZRyHZFnmSp15K3G9QaNHZzSJ86P4/s320/100_2162.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sCB4S5638J_YXzojtt-MHCjfRd5hDjk280lIWwXMOaazOweOeRqlGEL44RPu0kEc73rmFVj3GobHj5vsBHB1np4K__CYt24xtw80mkjhDGN3HQoPlBMZk9sMUw2vZ2l8hY8TwfBlANU/s1600-h/100_2165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418087114486112082" 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/AVvXsEg0sCB4S5638J_YXzojtt-MHCjfRd5hDjk280lIWwXMOaazOweOeRqlGEL44RPu0kEc73rmFVj3GobHj5vsBHB1np4K__CYt24xtw80mkjhDGN3HQoPlBMZk9sMUw2vZ2l8hY8TwfBlANU/s320/100_2165.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639540091703390783.post-64803243896627451972009-12-13T16:06:00.002-06:002009-12-13T16:17:00.037-06:00Cat AdventuresSo the other night I woke up and realized that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Popo</span>, our cat, was not there with me. He always sleeps with me and I can't brake him of this. That <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">meant</span> the only reason he wasn't there is he got out side and I didn't realize it. So I thought he had spent the night outside, but when I opened the door to let him in, he wasn't there. Now, he is not an outside cat, but he has been getting a little more daring and running out when I'm trying to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wrangle</span> Addison. It worried me just a bit that he didn't show up. I figured He was sick of my rationing his food and he ran away, or he froze to death. About noon I finally figured our where he was. I had gone to the basement storage room to get something, had the door open for like 20 seconds and went back upstairs. He had gone in the storage room and was stuck there, out of ear shot for 24 hours. Stupid cat. The good thing is he is really particular and will only go in his litter box so I had no mess to clean up.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06210007382886085137noreply@blogger.com2