tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61012917429021581632024-03-13T00:53:13.265-05:00Phillips 101Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.comBlogger545125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-50716324390092432442010-05-12T18:16:00.002-05:002010-05-12T18:18:35.475-05:00Lost & FoundDear Follower that dropped me. I am so sorry for the lack of posts... Really, I am. I promise one say here really soon to post some more... But maybe you will not get to read my lovely posts... Thanks to all my other 27 followers that are sticking around...<br /><br />post coming soon.Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-14895592941283043912010-04-26T05:00:00.000-05:002010-04-26T05:00:12.796-05:00He Wooshes.Mason and I took a walk to the mail box the other day, just like we do most days- unless he is engrossed in a TV show.<br /><br />I was sorting through the mail walking back to the house. Everything I sorted through Mason would ask if it was for him. I looked at his sweet face covered with peanut butter and said, "sorry buddy, not today." He looked up at me with his sweet copper eyes and said, "Awww, Mom, I never have any mail. I sure woosh I had a mail for me." My heart broke. <br /><br />Here is my plea- Please send my kid some mail. Hey, we might even mail you back- like pen pals! Unfortunately this only applies to close friends and family who I know are not ax murders.<br /><br />Just e-mail me at <a href="mailto:lesleephillips@gmail.com">lesleephillips@gmail.com</a> and I will send you our address. <br /><br />I already told my Mom about Mason's wooshing. She mailed him a simple letter and she drew a picture of her, my Dad and their animals. It was perfect, just what he wanted. He has been carrying that picture around all afternoon telling stories about it. <br /><br />Ok- $0.44 is all you have to cough up... Lets see what we get... You do not want my poor, sweet Mason to be wooshing for letters and not ever get any do you?Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-75876045646791224062010-04-22T07:10:00.002-05:002010-04-22T09:29:07.413-05:00State Park<div align="center">We took the boys to the local State Park. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5XtcuCqbbqLRNzavY5iwLOOJTulydW8MQVTs8DsZEK7aWiTFM-NVOjWSAWUkb0hntomg2j16tiLW3LeMhjILZfF9xLpELDZr67pUkg8DnJFdAOY9IsRdwXn5vstGU12mxxlkfc_0IUxS/s1600/pics+0522.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462935400071849618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5XtcuCqbbqLRNzavY5iwLOOJTulydW8MQVTs8DsZEK7aWiTFM-NVOjWSAWUkb0hntomg2j16tiLW3LeMhjILZfF9xLpELDZr67pUkg8DnJFdAOY9IsRdwXn5vstGU12mxxlkfc_0IUxS/s400/pics+0522.jpg" border="0" /></a> There was tons of exploring with Dad.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCT4PikMT8KnIgRF5HEyTVhcmA2574zUtv7dz-rII7rFRmWCoPnLSCV5aAS9yCykel2C9yZAy2V9vQMgcjSrAdUZpwVkVTyLLEq8sMgqraqk6rZ0UQPFBIuLgLB9VuwFpdyTQ0wYIbWdK3/s1600/pics+0572.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462935381339657650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCT4PikMT8KnIgRF5HEyTVhcmA2574zUtv7dz-rII7rFRmWCoPnLSCV5aAS9yCykel2C9yZAy2V9vQMgcjSrAdUZpwVkVTyLLEq8sMgqraqk6rZ0UQPFBIuLgLB9VuwFpdyTQ0wYIbWdK3/s400/pics+0572.jpg" border="0" /></a> Some sweet brotherly time.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYlEXglfBYjWS2tNR4f_uT3Mx6TbzOa2F_PimcAEYA8yKwGT46DgRkS2Z-RFMliBCgoDxsM_HgoM2XeghMhFeoOvLvqDtzfb5ayT5T-bXbGiKwaVpHonvaKtIuDuuLfqUW0zIGbivcyBI/s1600/pics+0713.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462935366400077106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYlEXglfBYjWS2tNR4f_uT3Mx6TbzOa2F_PimcAEYA8yKwGT46DgRkS2Z-RFMliBCgoDxsM_HgoM2XeghMhFeoOvLvqDtzfb5ayT5T-bXbGiKwaVpHonvaKtIuDuuLfqUW0zIGbivcyBI/s400/pics+0713.jpg" border="0" /></a>Miles got a work out in.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePE2kBx1bdG1uq75RiKwdMzwKukNcJPNkXNKCgkKIFMKxTgYH0Kc4rkNB20XrUjGcr9ce3q9FJlBjiAgu4DhAR694THgfggu5OFJRVM3Up0x0ej6vV8tTvFH7pEO2Ef1uK1_Cj7Fr1M8P/s1600/pics+0782.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462935355748119570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePE2kBx1bdG1uq75RiKwdMzwKukNcJPNkXNKCgkKIFMKxTgYH0Kc4rkNB20XrUjGcr9ce3q9FJlBjiAgu4DhAR694THgfggu5OFJRVM3Up0x0ej6vV8tTvFH7pEO2Ef1uK1_Cj7Fr1M8P/s400/pics+0782.jpg" border="0" /></a>He also climbed a rock wall like a champ.<br /><br />And me... Well, I spent my time behind the camera-like always!</div><div> </div><div>There is so much to be blogged about. When the weather is beautiful outside, I cannot hardly make myself sit inside on the computer!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-64918453506681648992010-04-22T05:00:00.001-05:002010-04-22T20:22:13.745-05:00Everyday.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d1MHSyRJL9RkLbnv1RqHnq8ME-ePFbFX8tp4UVlvmLLQbr-bGGbbx6FNumGWFbH9jQ7Wx3d_p5TTQswKrMVcCfdPv1Q9MhT9qhyrEa2PEKTJrTzuZh5nqz_EFvvaxMn2GRrtkDAUwdFR/s1600/easter+10+0652.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463133085645034642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6d1MHSyRJL9RkLbnv1RqHnq8ME-ePFbFX8tp4UVlvmLLQbr-bGGbbx6FNumGWFbH9jQ7Wx3d_p5TTQswKrMVcCfdPv1Q9MhT9qhyrEa2PEKTJrTzuZh5nqz_EFvvaxMn2GRrtkDAUwdFR/s400/easter+10+0652.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Sometimes being married is easy.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sometimes it is not.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sometimes we see eye to eye.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sometimes we do not.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">but....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Everyday we say "I love you."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Everyday we mean it.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That what matters.</div><div align="center"> </div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-60499144623034391442010-04-20T21:54:00.002-05:002010-04-20T21:57:14.287-05:00One Day Soon...A new post is coming.<br /><br />I promise.<br /><br />Lots of ransom stuff to share that I am sure will bore you to death!<br /><br />xoxo-<br /><br />LesleeLeslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-80568349898277635202010-04-08T11:17:00.002-05:002010-04-08T11:32:47.736-05:00Today......is icky weather...<br /><br />We have been so spoiled with the lovely 80ish degree temperatures of late.<br /><br />I am missing them today as it is around 50 outside.<br /><br />We have been taking major advantage of the weather spending almost all day every day outside.<br /><br />Taking walks, going for a jog, playing in the lake, riding bikes and the list goes on and on.<br /><br />Curt's little brother has been visiting for a few days (he's 8) and so Mason has been super busy. And if you ask me playing with a big kid has made him a little too big for his pants...<br /><br />I feel so lazy today. It is rainy and cold. Who wants to do anything on a day like that? NOT ME!<br /><br />I might do some crafting. I definitely have to fold some laundry. Mason thinks he has some catching up to do on his Max & Ruby episodes. I think I might let him today. That's what rainy days are for, right? Miles is about to sprout his top two teeth and so he is extra cranky. I might not get that crafting in after all.<br /><br />Miles is now pulling up and standing on his own (holding on of course) and his crawling has graduated from army style to all fours. He is also taking a bottle again (which is a whole other post in its self) and that makes me happy.<br /><br />Curt has been busy working on the boat and trying to make sure it is in tip top shape for Memorial Day!!! That is super important when you live on a lake.<br /><br />I have not been doing too much lately, not much crafting, not much of anything- except being a Mommy! I am throwing around the idea of keeping another child at the house. It has its pros and cons. Pros would be a great play person for Mason and more money. Cons would be, no freedom, keeping someone elses child, did I mention no freedom. I like to be able to pick up the boys and just go if I want too. Ahh, who knows... Maybe I will, maybe I won't.<br /><br />Anyways, I am off to stop Miles from slamming the cabinet doors and make lunch for the boys. Have a great day- even if it is gloomy where you live. Tomorrow it might just be sunny!Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-21993000526971739602010-04-05T20:26:00.004-05:002010-04-05T20:34:32.819-05:00Train Depot<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-OCXqs1dFxAf7Ks4f3EAfDVRlsCB2SbnNTlk45n-H7m5aeSMji46P4MKFO29gDsi4ppn-pnJTt_je-SHa38LDQtZowIXO-u159ex1_mlSIxoaCb49fDJlhtBNz2C8_3IEersJxO_LDYZ/s1600/Picnik+collage55.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456830089581248738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-OCXqs1dFxAf7Ks4f3EAfDVRlsCB2SbnNTlk45n-H7m5aeSMji46P4MKFO29gDsi4ppn-pnJTt_je-SHa38LDQtZowIXO-u159ex1_mlSIxoaCb49fDJlhtBNz2C8_3IEersJxO_LDYZ/s400/Picnik+collage55.jpg" border="0" /></a> Seriously!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Check out these cuties.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We went into town today to run some errands.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then we stopped by the old train depot for some snap shots of the boys.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mason was a train driver.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Miles showed off his amazing smile.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I snapped pictures.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Curt chased the train driver.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The vibrant colors were amazing and made for some awesome spring photos.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-89891785202775621192010-04-04T20:39:00.003-05:002010-04-04T21:35:11.145-05:00Our Easter 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8StWvVb0eWl5dk2nhpGL766v4UgyME6RZ6OyBSGmKXeCSHB6Wsp-EKObaofG9DfnFRbYL6V222XrG99Ld2KZKzDnL9mS_cXYAwn_GR9uM9q8-ovhtMz5KtPHeC7_nHCF26z8zgDE_88N6/s1600/easter+10+0312.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456476210084254386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8StWvVb0eWl5dk2nhpGL766v4UgyME6RZ6OyBSGmKXeCSHB6Wsp-EKObaofG9DfnFRbYL6V222XrG99Ld2KZKzDnL9mS_cXYAwn_GR9uM9q8-ovhtMz5KtPHeC7_nHCF26z8zgDE_88N6/s400/easter+10+0312.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-89895233682160328592010-04-02T05:00:00.001-05:002010-04-04T21:37:02.550-05:00{LP Designs}<a href="http://www.lpdesigns.bigcartel.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454978037366176114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUkvZRTuenVC_NLOk_KFQIk6zpB0hO6CnaV23weYN4Y9yiRmJ6N386uzRkhq8KHR4l0iyrbhDhCQctqxZp6y1QGvFcCApi55lux9tq1f_hwaEhx4DQpBaHvZgF0xa5ho-y1KT8d3qBmgQ/s400/viewer.png" border="0" /></a><br /><atomicelement id="ms__id24419"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></atomicelement><div align="center">Opening the shop.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Go check it out.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Support a handcrafter.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Buy something.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">*I am working on getting a few more items in my shop. I am straying from ETSY for a bit- trying out Big Cartel. If I like it, I will expand the amount of items I carry in the shop. If I don't like it; I guess I will not sell anything for a while until I find something I do like. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">*Dear ETSY,</div><div align="left">We had a pretty good relationship for a while. Don't get me wrong... I still love you, all the beautiful shops all of the wonderful goods... But, my ADD has gotten the best of me. I cannot wait forever to upload pictures and there is just too much information to put in. I will be back to shop, when I have money. But for now, I am closing my ETSY shop. I hope you understand.</div><div align="left">xoxo- LP </div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-85860011490204461742010-04-01T05:00:00.001-05:002010-04-01T05:00:06.976-05:00Thursday Five<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAayld6CXdH94d_bZ88IcsZbIbkzZzFKhjA89b33MmyBWFJ98BCJs3VHu40uJ6Jr61pQlWcucwmKMYNsMb9b29TpCBYU-vHyTu_paEY049XEx4dZEKqbnYKpNb3R906F6dLmupDk1sj5H3/s1600/thursday5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454984823252541426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAayld6CXdH94d_bZ88IcsZbIbkzZzFKhjA89b33MmyBWFJ98BCJs3VHu40uJ6Jr61pQlWcucwmKMYNsMb9b29TpCBYU-vHyTu_paEY049XEx4dZEKqbnYKpNb3R906F6dLmupDk1sj5H3/s400/thursday5.jpg" border="0" /></a> New blog carnival... Love me a good carnival.... This one is all about happy stuff... Five things that made me happy this week... I can totally do that... <br /><br />1. My Nanna came to visit. She bought me an Easter Dress : )<br />2. Mason told me I was his "bester" friend.<br />3. I got to exercise every day but one.<br />4. Miles got his 2nd tooth.<br />5. Playgroup was awesome. I met so many new Mom's and that made me happy!<br /><br /><div align="center">{I would have posted pictures, but I have not taken any this week really}<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Head on over to check out mannland5.com and enjoy reading some happy stuff...</div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-35340469786521080792010-03-30T20:02:00.002-05:002010-03-31T07:18:29.917-05:00Spring & Summer {blossoms}<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6r0gOZI3aNQRrnqfoAgVo3qMJ00o7QillWTu1MzZHpWzxh6i6AwubC7tIBVtMTM3SSeRquYUtetkiUWEbxLuUkchJmOdBF4IER1Fle96Ya1yT5ABre92ylMOZTpzm9-WhuCXN0wrhOBv/s1600/card+1+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454597719737274322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6r0gOZI3aNQRrnqfoAgVo3qMJ00o7QillWTu1MzZHpWzxh6i6AwubC7tIBVtMTM3SSeRquYUtetkiUWEbxLuUkchJmOdBF4IER1Fle96Ya1yT5ABre92ylMOZTpzm9-WhuCXN0wrhOBv/s400/card+1+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Awaiting the arrival of Spring & Summer?</span></div><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Soon you can pick some of these beauties up in my newly stocked shop.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Stay tuned for the opening!</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-37084883293878935972010-03-26T05:00:00.001-05:002010-03-26T05:00:00.499-05:00Miles<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC8LwMlqpCRX3ughDYq8rkG6jgA4xpaANWwJF21nB2Sh4o8XJOOZQ9u3CnVp3HvZvxb00QQyrMkZt_mwePbkLyySuFuvhVGVPYgArmo04lKSebQ4fY3ZI9TVWzmyfddTUKDoYunE-XQFI/s1600/Picnik+collage+miles+11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452393670102053682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdC8LwMlqpCRX3ughDYq8rkG6jgA4xpaANWwJF21nB2Sh4o8XJOOZQ9u3CnVp3HvZvxb00QQyrMkZt_mwePbkLyySuFuvhVGVPYgArmo04lKSebQ4fY3ZI9TVWzmyfddTUKDoYunE-XQFI/s400/Picnik+collage+miles+11.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Miles</span></div><p><atomicelement id="ms__id217"><atomicelement id="ms__id16"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement></atomicelement></p><p align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id17"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement></p><div align="center">Thanks for not being able to crawl fast so I can place you in patches of flowers and take your sweet picture... Your brother is one fast boy and you well, you are on your way. But, for now, you just smile that sweet, sweet smile of yours and I just soak it up!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Loves-</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Mom</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-14848311091148400152010-03-25T05:00:00.000-05:002010-03-25T05:00:02.016-05:00Wanting to Follow.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I would love to be a follower.</span></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1562"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">To learn to follow a pattern would be oh.so.much.fun.</span></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1565"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I just am not sure if I have it in me.</span></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1568"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I pretty much wing everything I do.</span></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1571"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">These juicy patterns are so temping...</span></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1574"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Don't you think?</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-ntxtJ8qb7SSO8Q8tPZ_EH28cg87tx4yG5-AolH6xuEx3YE41Pov2T0_LUGXEqimoqT5OadSI0Jqgz16MbQl9fWsQEk87BtyQCDl0EmJmmrZMibob_wfHDHaCdfW3Tbah8Sn8Qat-dXv/s1600/amy_butler_frency_bags_sewing_pattern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452368877715320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-ntxtJ8qb7SSO8Q8tPZ_EH28cg87tx4yG5-AolH6xuEx3YE41Pov2T0_LUGXEqimoqT5OadSI0Jqgz16MbQl9fWsQEk87BtyQCDl0EmJmmrZMibob_wfHDHaCdfW3Tbah8Sn8Qat-dXv/s400/amy_butler_frency_bags_sewing_pattern.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cute. Cute. Cute and more cute!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Do you know how much crap I could stash in that thing?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiskCGn52Slg6Iy9RSgYA0rizNsrS5X064hh3_2m-3LUydUo05jckXzpAO1jFmFAsSSUqo6XUcnWK5XihkhCo0QtRZNerT0Hwh0JUdyOHszLNQ-ZuUaN1dV7DhGh_lwJQdYHP2hTi8pwXX/s1600/amy_butler_anna_tunic_sewing_pattern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452368869939348530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiskCGn52Slg6Iy9RSgYA0rizNsrS5X064hh3_2m-3LUydUo05jckXzpAO1jFmFAsSSUqo6XUcnWK5XihkhCo0QtRZNerT0Hwh0JUdyOHszLNQ-ZuUaN1dV7DhGh_lwJQdYHP2hTi8pwXX/s400/amy_butler_anna_tunic_sewing_pattern.jpg" border="0" /></a>I love me some tunic's. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If I had this pattern, I would totally make one for every day of the week and wear them all summer long. That is, unless I am still nursing... This shirt does not look "nursing" friendly. Great thing I will not be nursing forever (even though it feels like it!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfk3vM5r1Idk7jwj4L2ggqAyee5YvY8wafdqwN98ALDO-B9E8MfLyjbD0rn2Y5Ey6e__A1ol8QYiV89_OAGG36mQPh4WSB_dJIfY0sqYhPUSCxmvYret6u7-09TvSvKXFlhM4o7S1k2EO/s1600/indygo_junction_midtown_trench_sewing_pattern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452368868103220962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfk3vM5r1Idk7jwj4L2ggqAyee5YvY8wafdqwN98ALDO-B9E8MfLyjbD0rn2Y5Ey6e__A1ol8QYiV89_OAGG36mQPh4WSB_dJIfY0sqYhPUSCxmvYret6u7-09TvSvKXFlhM4o7S1k2EO/s400/indygo_junction_midtown_trench_sewing_pattern.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ahhhhhh!!!<br /><br />I am in love- aren't you?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPmxl-ylEXMksMzds_P1QrGp_mDznAEhjV6Qzzc_2E7WybwFeTAvI_zEpxhyphenhyphen1uotIe5zKDzegDqHmQ0QGc6tx2UyomoU9VhoCdbVGhIkbG2MJK-vE5OSpxX9kFN5u8-O3TflF2wr4FFjG/s1600/sandi_henderson_market_bags_sewing_pattern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452368856638051922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPmxl-ylEXMksMzds_P1QrGp_mDznAEhjV6Qzzc_2E7WybwFeTAvI_zEpxhyphenhyphen1uotIe5zKDzegDqHmQ0QGc6tx2UyomoU9VhoCdbVGhIkbG2MJK-vE5OSpxX9kFN5u8-O3TflF2wr4FFjG/s400/sandi_henderson_market_bags_sewing_pattern.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is my absolute favorite.</div><div> </div><div>For sure not a great "crap" stasher, but I need to get out of that habit anyways- right?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXEzWm0xNolvZt4p2MSsjQQD-SeukY1ANBIaVTxkeBKmmneiNZ8MCzLhReqIdBue7oaF7KDV1luBI-nTULD2Nmil4twIJFi2t43vTGSHK_SXsJ9bpySPkVAorEwbXdnSPUOIv9_kjyNLK/s1600/amy_butler_sun_and_surf_halter_sewing_pattern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452368852913317314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheXEzWm0xNolvZt4p2MSsjQQD-SeukY1ANBIaVTxkeBKmmneiNZ8MCzLhReqIdBue7oaF7KDV1luBI-nTULD2Nmil4twIJFi2t43vTGSHK_SXsJ9bpySPkVAorEwbXdnSPUOIv9_kjyNLK/s400/amy_butler_sun_and_surf_halter_sewing_pattern.jpg" border="0" /></a> Definitely buying this one.</div><div> </div><div>You could modify the pattern and also make a dress...</div><div> </div><div>Oh, the possibilities.</div><div> </div><div>These patterns make me want to expand my knowledge and learn how to sew using a pattern.</div><div> </div><div>I will let you know if I take the plunge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><br /></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-41128616049767023992010-03-24T19:50:00.002-05:002010-03-24T19:54:16.483-05:00Silly<em><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear Mason,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Please quit messing with me... </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I would love a decent picture...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Love,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Mom</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8youcajuHuHfec6sQt3kGNZZvfJ4d-h8ZjhKsa5OLBUxVjG8IyNA-eO1wLaohGVR0Kh_aYKagvaRrymgbWZOPDoQi1ii0go2ibSQzasz_gezzCDGyygBql8TzbBn1cgE5tDjpUr1SBDQZ/s1600/masonmiles21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452367866717869538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8youcajuHuHfec6sQt3kGNZZvfJ4d-h8ZjhKsa5OLBUxVjG8IyNA-eO1wLaohGVR0Kh_aYKagvaRrymgbWZOPDoQi1ii0go2ibSQzasz_gezzCDGyygBql8TzbBn1cgE5tDjpUr1SBDQZ/s400/masonmiles21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>*When I say smile- this is what I get. Baby Miles is so distracted I have to make loud mysterious noises to even get him to look at me... Oh well, this is definitely one for the books...</div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-18378956765474228012010-03-22T20:08:00.003-05:002010-03-22T20:19:45.793-05:00Falling Off The Waggon & Picking Up The PiecesSo, I was doing really great with my P90x last week. Until Thursday. Mason kept messing with me while doing the Yoga X so I stopped and thought I might do it after the kiddos went to bed. Ha, yeah right. I had a head ache so I took some meds and went to sleep. Then on Friday, Mason had school and I had to make a MAJOR grocery run (you know the kind when you need everything and you feel like you are in Wal-Mart for 2 hours?!?!). I still had a headache. Thankfully the MIL was in town and she picked up Mason from school. My headache just seemed to get worse until I was physically sick... I used to have migraines but lately the headaches are pretty bad (like someone is stabbing me in the brain- not that I would know- just how I imagine it would feel.) I went on to bed on Friday too. Saturday came and went and no working out. Sunday we had church and then we ate lunch with Curt's Poppy, so by the time we got home it was time for Curt to go to work and then bath time and bed time for the boys soon after that. And of course Desperate Housewives came on, so no P90X either. But, today I finished all of my house work so, while Mason is at school tomorrow, I will definitely be doing it. I have not decided if I am going to start the program over or pick up where I left off? So, now while I could be doing P90, I am going to watch Twilight (way funner!) My first week was a major bummer, it is just so hard to make time for yourself when you are a Mom. Time for everyone else comes first. I am just going to have to get more creative...I wish I could just go to a gym, but where we live there is not one gym with in a 40 mile radius that has childcare... So, starting over tomorrow...Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-84877982275613090882010-03-22T05:00:00.000-05:002010-03-22T05:00:01.768-05:00Moto Mason<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNLk2B4LIWJVaGmqEWWH4RJmkf7HMS916K1q1SUFcfYp6Ez5u57fC80HxxBVVCdyg75kFimJ5evQjgizm2WprmhFPagByZLCrOpb_e-CI50iuC4wIdgQ3QI10We99XXvh36Dt5SvWtLA4/s1600-h/card+2+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450527748114504770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNLk2B4LIWJVaGmqEWWH4RJmkf7HMS916K1q1SUFcfYp6Ez5u57fC80HxxBVVCdyg75kFimJ5evQjgizm2WprmhFPagByZLCrOpb_e-CI50iuC4wIdgQ3QI10We99XXvh36Dt5SvWtLA4/s400/card+2+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>He rides through the yard with the greatest of ease.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHg97wRPe87uu4gKiIpF23D3uE6Xei_vYNfHC6_9LqzeTTZa6ciTwFQ6aEG7JlwZX34_vsYxQn0DUGBQ9Oru2HgOp6JPiLjPOvF_b7QBVdxIQ0cqlsaJvnsBaLTkjYOfdjv0O3ilXmAlt/s1600-h/card+2+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450527729073599138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHg97wRPe87uu4gKiIpF23D3uE6Xei_vYNfHC6_9LqzeTTZa6ciTwFQ6aEG7JlwZX34_vsYxQn0DUGBQ9Oru2HgOp6JPiLjPOvF_b7QBVdxIQ0cqlsaJvnsBaLTkjYOfdjv0O3ilXmAlt/s400/card+2+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> When he gets stuck, he sweetly asks his dad, "help me please!"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOH0HZudjCWm7PTrrQ1nPJg-hXZSggq4nwJgb39eAPy5NSpaxwZw3WCEGhEME8bmMqkudQAHkQ_nC8e1irWrF1MvIbF1J3lsMwXfvdDadJlASi2o9Bwc9h4K0lKshSv925GzJA1zXqCTSb/s1600-h/card+2+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450527721298254530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOH0HZudjCWm7PTrrQ1nPJg-hXZSggq4nwJgb39eAPy5NSpaxwZw3WCEGhEME8bmMqkudQAHkQ_nC8e1irWrF1MvIbF1J3lsMwXfvdDadJlASi2o9Bwc9h4K0lKshSv925GzJA1zXqCTSb/s400/card+2+014.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>When he does not look where he is going he makes our stomachs queese.</em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_w83cxYX8LUQG3V6372W2zlLp0smVwiJXtaNxULhOcnsX3l4U2Hi8Iqbm0VlT2anIvcEwkKPRGZUkfaEvVKAYJIGxpIinYduVsQueNGbx_0zKUEdQBweX_9VyloApjR__LIleEr1Dxnff/s1600-h/card+2+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450527715886841298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_w83cxYX8LUQG3V6372W2zlLp0smVwiJXtaNxULhOcnsX3l4U2Hi8Iqbm0VlT2anIvcEwkKPRGZUkfaEvVKAYJIGxpIinYduVsQueNGbx_0zKUEdQBweX_9VyloApjR__LIleEr1Dxnff/s400/card+2+018.JPG" border="0" /></a> And he never smiles when Mommy says, "CHEESE"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-86875024182403552102010-03-19T20:27:00.003-05:002010-03-19T20:39:54.384-05:00The Baby<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDGqLCXpH2xRGttDSe5qYRtH8izMZ4n5Cib-quw66JMDHkPZ1voLJYbIGw9xWwQgnFCmCB6NugaA4iKEJGw7oIb0ns6Strcea0n9wq8tBcYMkMLc4D9bpSb_7keFHSqdJkwbnimVcZ_Qs/s1600-h/card+1+0582.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450522264447368946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDGqLCXpH2xRGttDSe5qYRtH8izMZ4n5Cib-quw66JMDHkPZ1voLJYbIGw9xWwQgnFCmCB6NugaA4iKEJGw7oIb0ns6Strcea0n9wq8tBcYMkMLc4D9bpSb_7keFHSqdJkwbnimVcZ_Qs/s400/card+1+0582.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:180%;">Miles is the "baby" of our sweet family.</span></em></div><p><atomicelement id="ms__id1190"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">He is so cuddly and funny and sweet.</span></p><p align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1191"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></atomicelement> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">He has learned how to crawl ( army style) and he is FAST!</span></em></p><p align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id1194"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">He sprouted his first sharp little tooth.</span></em></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3mUR5-K-pKw7WEHmogXQcnTgzzmvFbw8EyZuMioHp_on9bwday1tgqmOSYx5J9BHKJF3jc7SRr0cKNIOzSPnm3u6p5vGl4Unoh9ysrwkQLqO82JFVC5GUElAcakypMdVIo4P-soWtTtH/s1600-h/card+1+0612.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450522259765527922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3mUR5-K-pKw7WEHmogXQcnTgzzmvFbw8EyZuMioHp_on9bwday1tgqmOSYx5J9BHKJF3jc7SRr0cKNIOzSPnm3u6p5vGl4Unoh9ysrwkQLqO82JFVC5GUElAcakypMdVIo4P-soWtTtH/s400/card+1+0612.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Which is why he sported this runny nose for about 2 weeks.</span><br /><br /><div align="center">I love this sweet baby. He is so fun. He is learning all about dog bowls and his big brothers toys.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I love being able to stay home with him so I can experience all of the firsts that he is having.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He is our baby.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Our sweet, smiley, one toothed, blue eyed, giggly baby boy.</div></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-7818572207701647162010-03-18T17:44:00.003-05:002010-03-18T18:03:57.240-05:00P90X {Day 3 &4}- Family NewsAlright...<br /><br />I did Shoulders & Arms yesterday morning, but I did not do Ab Ripper. I know, weenie!<br /><br />I think I might want my arms to be like Michelle Obama when all of this is said and done.<br /><br />Shoulders & Arms was hard, but not like day 2 with the plyometerics.<br /><br />Today (day 4) I attempted Yoga X. But, a certain 3 year old monkey man kept coming and pushing me over when I was in some really hard poses. After about the 3rd time of landing on the floor with Mason on top of me, I turned it off. I might start it up again before bedtime- just because the stretching felt so good to my cramped muscles. I doubt it though. I did not sleep hardly at all last night and so I think I might go to bed when the kids do. Unless, tonight is a new Grey's & Private Practice night... Then I will stay up.... So- yoga probably will not happen tonight.<br /><br />I have been doing great at my snacking in between meals. But, I feel so empty after I eat. So, I have been finishing off my meals with an extra serving of fruit or veggies. Tonight after my Lean Cuisine, I was still hungry so I steamed some green beans and ate those until I was full. That makes me feel pretty good. I have also realized that if I do not eat first thing in the morning that I eat a crappy breakfast. So I have to get straight up and eat.<br /><br />My body is sore, I mean really sore. Climbing the stairs hurts- everything hurts. But, I am determined to let those muscles burn. It is a reminder- that I need to kick my bum in gear. I think Curt is tired of hearing me whine about my soreness. I am gonna try and stop whining to him, but not you all.... You like the whining!!! HA<br /><br />News on the kids:<br /><br />Miles got his first tooth today. Probably the reason for the crappy sleep last night. I am just guessing though. He also crawls like a champ. He is fast and he knows it. He loves the dog bowl and slamming doors and making lots of noise.<br /><br />Mason just told me, " When I was a little boy, I was so hungry I ate your computer. It was so yummy, Mom!" He is so funny, I think he takes after me... HA!<br /><br />I promise some pictures of the kids soon. I have just been busy, trying to get my workouts in instead of sitting on the couch and blogging.<br /><br />We went shopping with Mammie and she got the boys their Easter outfits. It was a fun trip. Thanks a ton Mammie! I am going to dress them up this weekend and take their pictures out by the lake- hopefully!<br /><br />I promise to try and not turn this into my P90X journal, but I hate to write by hand. So, the odds that you are going to be hearing about my workouts for the next 90 days are pretty good.Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-64518304031836490272010-03-17T07:36:00.003-05:002010-03-17T07:47:47.355-05:00P90X {Day 2}Whew....<br /><br />Day 2 of P90x was EXTREME!<br /><br />First of all, I could not even blog last night about it- I was exhausted.<br /><br />So, here I am this morning.<br /><br />Sore. Sore. Sore.<br /><br />I still am determined to keep going.<br /><br />Determined not to take Ibuprofen, I need to feel the burn.<br /><br />Plyometerics was my workout yesterday.<br /><br />It is super hard, like make you want to puke at the end hard.<br /><br />I did not puke.<br /><br />I did want too.<br /><br />Curt is going to do my workout today with me, not sure what it is, I will have to look at the schedule.<br /><br />I have another confession, I am a serial snacker.<br /><br />Constantly grabbing a few of this and a few of that while making snacks for Mason.<br /><br />I also realized over the past few days that I snack when I am not hungry. <br /><br />I just put stuff in my mouth.<br /><br />What a terrible habit.<br /><br />For the past 2 days at my meals if I was still hungry I would add on a fruit or something low calorie at the end.<br /><br />Keep in mind I am still breast feeding, so I have to make milk for Miles.<br /><br />But that does not mean I have to snack on crap all day.<br /><br />I have decided that snacking is a job hazard of being a SAHM.<br /><br />We live on a lake, I have to be swim suit ready in just a over a month.<br /><br />Pray that I can keep with this 90 day system. <br /><br />It is not going to be easy.<br /><br />2 down, 88 to go.Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-53141236415746166442010-03-15T18:50:00.004-05:002010-03-15T20:47:30.746-05:00P90X {Day 1}<p align="center">Ok, it is official. </p><p align="center">I started P90x today.</p><p align="center">Now, I am telling you, so I guess I am trapped.</p><p align="center">I have to do this.</p><p align="center">I am going to try and blog about my journey- hopefully everyday.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguw0m25AdZ38ZPH0GWI8YlxMkUO1f8DTJtCth3jNv2Y1XDXT82tXe6cNC-G5B8EuVsicVczjWPf_8yoRs8Mwyk9ok3mmbKzzDfJOMp8E02P2YtlKY8PRnPqJV2NLpHwVNKsCiMg1X1kCn/s1600-h/p90x_51.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449012396371195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguw0m25AdZ38ZPH0GWI8YlxMkUO1f8DTJtCth3jNv2Y1XDXT82tXe6cNC-G5B8EuVsicVczjWPf_8yoRs8Mwyk9ok3mmbKzzDfJOMp8E02P2YtlKY8PRnPqJV2NLpHwVNKsCiMg1X1kCn/s400/p90x_51.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Today was the Chest & Back dvd.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Honestly, it was not what I expected.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am so used to doing cardio dvd's- not weight training dvd's.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It was intense, very intense.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I had a hard time because I am not very good at push ups- I am terrible at them.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Curt & I did the work out together.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It was great to have him for support, I hope we can do more together.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsd59-WpArXxVxuFKqdW3R_sZXN4Uc1qseNtvMZqxCFroJx71V20xEm3l2uy3_FLTNMCgT7H2241bJPsg22CMP0ASU05FzWdUuGUrPkIMbjZpsnz1WYhfF78ZZZ-38vTgqKjmBhf1asjr/s1600-h/p90x_04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449012391521625362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsd59-WpArXxVxuFKqdW3R_sZXN4Uc1qseNtvMZqxCFroJx71V20xEm3l2uy3_FLTNMCgT7H2241bJPsg22CMP0ASU05FzWdUuGUrPkIMbjZpsnz1WYhfF78ZZZ-38vTgqKjmBhf1asjr/s400/p90x_04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Tomorrow is Plyometerics, I hear that it is hard.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am hoping that it has more cardio.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">1 down, only 89 to go.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-53618082111385681972010-03-12T05:00:00.003-06:002010-03-12T05:00:08.478-06:00Keeping Up With Mason {PSF} Style<center><a href="http://mychaosmybliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-story-friday-and-rules.html" target="_blank"><img alt="PhotoStory Friday" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/4235120634_71d9399b5f_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hosted by <a href="http://mychaosmybliss.com/" target="_blank">Cecily</a> and <a href="http://picturesofchaos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">???</a> <p></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Sometimes it is hard to keep up with Mason. He is fast, smart and sneaky.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I try hard.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I try even harder to get him on camera.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I wish my camera had a function that let me put text notes to each picture so I could remember every single thing.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ooooh, I am so going to invent that... DON'T copy me- OK!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoXxGETTXoMEYn6d4qC-q70kpOJp3hVWVdtKNCrDp9UZKXqivaScRlsIwOzjIy4_sB71GTASRMzuxRnsF17FIBX-zkLKoDYSKC5EqKEwE6qA4JxPPI2YdsRUof7jXobqe9w-IZ-mvR6hx/s1600-h/card+1+044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446474291551724514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoXxGETTXoMEYn6d4qC-q70kpOJp3hVWVdtKNCrDp9UZKXqivaScRlsIwOzjIy4_sB71GTASRMzuxRnsF17FIBX-zkLKoDYSKC5EqKEwE6qA4JxPPI2YdsRUof7jXobqe9w-IZ-mvR6hx/s400/card+1+044.JPG" border="0" /></a> Not exactly sure where he is headed with this chair and wire whisk. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But, one thing is for sure, he is on an important mission.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBV3YQdbEb1wyZTddfPs6zJJM26WDBi3s7vg_CqJIUbvDmPgDEuufSNS6HVmD8n34kwVyYJM10hXWd_RTwvJJCC1bLeNc4WaltHl8k2Y7AZx1aVcBybvCuXGRK3KhAZcOG1LKIlCyYhqaI/s1600-h/card+1+043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446474281789024258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBV3YQdbEb1wyZTddfPs6zJJM26WDBi3s7vg_CqJIUbvDmPgDEuufSNS6HVmD8n34kwVyYJM10hXWd_RTwvJJCC1bLeNc4WaltHl8k2Y7AZx1aVcBybvCuXGRK3KhAZcOG1LKIlCyYhqaI/s400/card+1+043.JPG" border="0" /></a>Just before I took this picture he told me that he was feeding Gabby dinner.<br /><br />I am pretty sure that this dinner consisted of fresh mulch he stirred up with his whisk- pretty sure.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_EVqeGQnTCVDeVnpVmqszZPtCbSuKqJbWanebONfbUtYzv8P39Gx976hN2sLUK9rrXtnIL3uN6Ig1u1kPiEvl-a4KP_nLpxxLbLBVtcwSp6dOfLCcOcOwvjlP9WuEuonFsDXOoPoTmV8/s1600-h/card+1+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446474264111019266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_EVqeGQnTCVDeVnpVmqszZPtCbSuKqJbWanebONfbUtYzv8P39Gx976hN2sLUK9rrXtnIL3uN6Ig1u1kPiEvl-a4KP_nLpxxLbLBVtcwSp6dOfLCcOcOwvjlP9WuEuonFsDXOoPoTmV8/s400/card+1+042.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then he told me that he was making me dinner.<br /><br />Just a little scared and glad the food was going to be imaginary.<br /><br />I asked what was for dinner- "Green Eggs and Ham!" he says.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DstHSVCWGsBK8nn84pNBsic96TNNzdA1vX2FpsTmGp7GnpFEs45Y3mW3ktS8Z0BkISY0Fz9kqjp23Wi6_XEt1FLShAKuda-oukm474OQiS4-_k3ePFZFDTY-m73T-kXz2dvOb2OaVtQd/s1600-h/card+1+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446474253592116738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DstHSVCWGsBK8nn84pNBsic96TNNzdA1vX2FpsTmGp7GnpFEs45Y3mW3ktS8Z0BkISY0Fz9kqjp23Wi6_XEt1FLShAKuda-oukm474OQiS4-_k3ePFZFDTY-m73T-kXz2dvOb2OaVtQd/s400/card+1+041.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here he is cooking up my eggs & ham on his stove.<br /><br />Can you see "it" piled up there on top of his little stove?<br /><br />I just love how he keeps me guessing and how he lets me see through his imagination.<br /><br />Moments like these make all the <em>crazy </em>moments worth it.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-28416033525906415782010-03-11T05:00:00.000-06:002010-03-11T05:00:03.906-06:00Distracions<div align="center">I spend my day using <em>distractions</em> as a tool to get things done.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOYfPYvH6_cYrsxJDBkm2nr2qLtyX7KeQWnf_wufgzailLZpKTo-4Mmt7yt7zZ2MWOFIHX6okMWAXFG4giXcDFJykbFRzB2AoyrhmgD7Aq1myhznkPJTftiwPZ7m4RNTNb9tIneZUXmnF/s1600-h/card+1+065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446456916148668514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpOYfPYvH6_cYrsxJDBkm2nr2qLtyX7KeQWnf_wufgzailLZpKTo-4Mmt7yt7zZ2MWOFIHX6okMWAXFG4giXcDFJykbFRzB2AoyrhmgD7Aq1myhznkPJTftiwPZ7m4RNTNb9tIneZUXmnF/s400/card+1+065.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today, my <em>distractions </em>consist of some cotton cord (from a sewing project) and a roll of toilet paper.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgykaFV4LRs2WxbvvaQZCzvDdOkoM0hTA9vJxeapNi15BlmAtprGJj46l9f2kJXcnO3S9X_KkDpI1gWlXN_UpgaE8bwES6zOklkJthg_Uct8CpHUPtWrn1MWjLt_cDZclayCBekNcfRw-/s1600-h/card+1+064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446456909258230690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgykaFV4LRs2WxbvvaQZCzvDdOkoM0hTA9vJxeapNi15BlmAtprGJj46l9f2kJXcnO3S9X_KkDpI1gWlXN_UpgaE8bwES6zOklkJthg_Uct8CpHUPtWrn1MWjLt_cDZclayCBekNcfRw-/s400/card+1+064.JPG" border="0" /></a> I mean everyone has to use the bathroom.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKW1gGBA5OJwRFgPNunvElqx-dBPMG-EjGfj4ErBaCBxXVjdVXpyw6aQ84c0ay6vnqDhyphenhypheny_zFatJlajZPM6SH5Qj3A9NWeflJ1YPDPK0cNfbPyhSe6j7jVvh92Gf58AfJM7M358JHmwg01/s1600-h/card+1+063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446456903675211794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKW1gGBA5OJwRFgPNunvElqx-dBPMG-EjGfj4ErBaCBxXVjdVXpyw6aQ84c0ay6vnqDhyphenhypheny_zFatJlajZPM6SH5Qj3A9NWeflJ1YPDPK0cNfbPyhSe6j7jVvh92Gf58AfJM7M358JHmwg01/s400/card+1+063.JPG" border="0" /></a> Even if their baby does not think it is a good idea.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-18609377813494321002010-03-10T05:00:00.002-06:002010-03-10T06:35:46.358-06:00Seriously?!? {Wordful Wednesday}<p align="center"><a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/" target="_blank"><img height="125" src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="125" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMp7bvSwYYhlOL6A-l12yUsYTiLUUirXyB98rovDm9nwS60fFcW8UfE1piFyC1X3TLYZQlWYxVVnqp3mVOEseERgvKeJOzm_Z19EHXhyphenhyphensA5Jm5vVCzJc5_pU6WoNrp8CQzG5cy4NgqfoPM/s1600-h/card+1+073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446454098655626386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMp7bvSwYYhlOL6A-l12yUsYTiLUUirXyB98rovDm9nwS60fFcW8UfE1piFyC1X3TLYZQlWYxVVnqp3mVOEseERgvKeJOzm_Z19EHXhyphenhyphensA5Jm5vVCzJc5_pU6WoNrp8CQzG5cy4NgqfoPM/s400/card+1+073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Mason is getting so BIG!<br /><br />His new favorite thing is watching his T.V. shows on my iPod.<br /><br />We just discovered this and I think it is going to come in quite handy in times of need.<br /><br />Unless he wears it out while we are at home.<br /><br />I sure hope not.<br /><br />Seriously, how much Max & Ruby, Backyardigans & Dora can one kid take...<br /><br />I mean, I may be letting him ruin his mind with too much T.V.<br /><br />But I sure as heck am not going to let my kid drink soda with calories...<br />I am up for <em>Mom Of Year </em>PLEASE VOTE!Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-32396470208404342962010-03-09T05:00:00.000-06:002010-03-09T05:00:01.803-06:00{Spring-Time Lovlies}<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0ph7kDpCQqko2x-VyTFSPa7QmLcCK9LucrwxrriIfWt6vICZcuEYmt7yV-4dkMgNxdeFYjFt7UETfafzhT0t-wloJ0vYu0OW10bfX-EAMGQ2jYLu1flWXhvckd-X6UIqbMGmmpOGiBe4/s1600-h/card+1+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446452735944921730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0ph7kDpCQqko2x-VyTFSPa7QmLcCK9LucrwxrriIfWt6vICZcuEYmt7yV-4dkMgNxdeFYjFt7UETfafzhT0t-wloJ0vYu0OW10bfX-EAMGQ2jYLu1flWXhvckd-X6UIqbMGmmpOGiBe4/s400/card+1+012.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:180%;">Loving these new fun fabrics I just got for the {blossoms}!!!</span></em></div><p><atomicelement id="ms__id1128"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">What do you think?</span></em></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101291742902158163.post-58727551508308893322010-03-08T20:01:00.002-06:002010-03-08T20:15:38.154-06:00.:In My Rear View:.<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">When I look in the rear view mirror.</span></em></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id736"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't always see cars.</span></em></div><div align="center"><atomicelement id="ms__id739"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes I see other things.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4tZqYqTufCP4bKWhfJC2t3lSysPSXFj2mdc0e21J9RFHS-Xw-DrSLNJvrz0SXIT9J9O94R3lbjCYQF7vWnTMBJWpk1Y2yM1TSsLOjWn8zsgP3f0y5-7DIMAXBgrnhw4aEqbAK8lWCZpH/s1600-h/card+1+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446449644933326562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4tZqYqTufCP4bKWhfJC2t3lSysPSXFj2mdc0e21J9RFHS-Xw-DrSLNJvrz0SXIT9J9O94R3lbjCYQF7vWnTMBJWpk1Y2yM1TSsLOjWn8zsgP3f0y5-7DIMAXBgrnhw4aEqbAK8lWCZpH/s400/card+1+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Sometimes I see; silly faces, fingers in places they shouldn't be, little hands doing the new motions to a song that was learned at school and I see the back of a baby carriage.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHB0_dw2vnt1wHhGxRMzdPd-wc6I74PFOeHcbhT2SMjrBSzKr_-KOhtxEUf-JeIjASICPVWXAY__OdbJjmK0ppCfy-K17Xk5UXsybWWp39jIAG0BNxFjjVA8kl_SjpGIQTPp21-6fk6qs/s1600-h/card+1+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446449635050289218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHB0_dw2vnt1wHhGxRMzdPd-wc6I74PFOeHcbhT2SMjrBSzKr_-KOhtxEUf-JeIjASICPVWXAY__OdbJjmK0ppCfy-K17Xk5UXsybWWp39jIAG0BNxFjjVA8kl_SjpGIQTPp21-6fk6qs/s400/card+1+014.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">Today, I see- Mason taking his Sonic cup apart and eating his slushy with his little fingers (you know, the ones that go places they shouldn't) and smearing it all over the window...</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzGm90FKX49z4qVuUs9Pff4IaWNmyfNR0YobSukXwPXGEueFMH_GxHctv82__iBtn9Wgp2xPSsOliEg0oLaCjzwjJWFn_3Z8TCXVyMSgf_ts5Tx5uVPAIBOYnUMDMt5gZYdXfcUcOUmdW/s1600-h/card+1+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446449630622381634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzGm90FKX49z4qVuUs9Pff4IaWNmyfNR0YobSukXwPXGEueFMH_GxHctv82__iBtn9Wgp2xPSsOliEg0oLaCjzwjJWFn_3Z8TCXVyMSgf_ts5Tx5uVPAIBOYnUMDMt5gZYdXfcUcOUmdW/s400/card+1+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">But, he is so cute while doing it.... </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9M30X2OlZU1VOBRV71ah_Dmuo_qXw9wxtxrgVnlRaAJ63rQuquJ4x7dAmDXcan7HYFhcY7itEJYYSjLycOhhaNC4Jl40aWnTr1p0WSN1kOEUcsdTo3e8wJmrNRiUu0EIDeIJW5hOm9YO/s1600-h/card+1+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446449622338150578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9M30X2OlZU1VOBRV71ah_Dmuo_qXw9wxtxrgVnlRaAJ63rQuquJ4x7dAmDXcan7HYFhcY7itEJYYSjLycOhhaNC4Jl40aWnTr1p0WSN1kOEUcsdTo3e8wJmrNRiUu0EIDeIJW5hOm9YO/s400/card+1+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">It would not really matter what he was doing, he would still be cute and he would still be my sweet little boy who always finds a way to keep himself occupied while in the car...</span></em></div><div><atomicelement id="ms__id753"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Not a bad view, huh?</span></em></div><div><atomicelement id="ms__id756"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></atomicelement> </div><div> </div><atomicelement id="ms__id747"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></atomicelement></div><div><atomicelement id="ms__id748"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></atomicelement><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">**** Not one of these pictures was taken while I was driving, promise! ****</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><br /></div>Leslee Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16753880759257602844noreply@blogger.com2