tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51690643023735485732024-02-20T14:00:43.548-08:00Granny Robin's Roost"There are places I remember
all my life, though some have changed.
Some forever, not for better.
Some have gone and some remain.
All these places had their moments,
with lovers and friends
I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life, I've loved them all.
I know I'll never lose affection
for people and things that went before.
I know I'll often stop and think about them
in my life."
The BeatlesGranny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-44041146617027387222012-12-10T18:15:00.000-08:002012-12-10T18:15:02.057-08:00Ward Christmas Party! 3 Weeks post surgeryI went to our Ward Christmas Party on Friday, December 7. Pearl Harbor Day and 3 weeks post surgery. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think I should have put my right foot forward. It's my better side. I'm wearing a blouse I haven't worn in well over a year.
I ate a lot of beef this week. As a result, I lost only 4.2 pounds. Total lost is 28, so it's an average of a pound a day still, since I'm counting losing 7 pounds before the surgery. I now need only 1 tape measure to get around my hips and stomach. Next week I'll be taking my measurements and sharing them.
I am starting to notice that I get sick every time I try to eat meat. I'm sick again tonight after just a little bit of chicken. Yikes! I'm not ready for that, but it may just be the case. I just know that it's not worth getting nauseated every time I eat meat. Yuck!
Everybody says that they can tell in my face that I'm losing. Typical for me. I lose it from the top and at my ankles, until the skinny meets in the middle. Stomach and hips are the last to show signs of shrinkage. I will say that I noticed a little more room between myself and the steering wheel on my way to work this morning. On Saturday I crossed my knee to put on my shoe and was on my way out of the door before I realized that I had just passed a marker. I haven't been able to cross my leg in FOR E VER!
Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-28597875082642691542012-12-06T18:03:00.000-08:002012-12-06T18:03:52.547-08:00It has been 3 weeks since my surgery! The first day after the surgery I was able to get about 2 teaspoons of liquid down and I walked to the door of the hotel room and back, and to the bathroom. By the second day, I had made it to the end of the hall where I walked right into someone else's suite, because I thought it was a recreation room. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was able to go to Cirque Du Soleil's Love, which had the music of the Beatles. Amazing and fun, till I had to climb the stairs to get back to my wheelchair. I almost passed out.
I was able to spend the next week and Lance's and Caetie's with the rest of the family, except for Drew, Faith, and Baby Rowan. They were sorely missed. I realized that my sense of smell was a huge trigger to wanting to eat. The ugly part of the visit happened when I took a microscopic piece of crumb topping from an apple pie to let it "melt in my mouth." But I was caught! Embarrassing and shameful!! It was awful! The doctor told us about a man who almost died when he ate a hamburger the day after his surgery. Split his stomach in half! In my mind, the size of the crumb made it not so bad, but I know how everyone was shocked because it showed a lack of commitment. It was actually a very good learning moment for me. Since then, I have had to make choices every day. I realize it's going to be a DAILY battle for the rest of my life. It's good that I could learn that lesson during the first week.
It was kind of a shocker for me and a "Come to Jesus" moment. I thought, "Oh no! What have I done?" But I almost immediately realized that I am very thankful for the sacrifices my family made to make the surgery happen.
So... a few numbers here. I started out at 330. By the time I got to the office on Thursday, November 15, I weighed 323. I had already lost 7 lbs! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is a picture of me a day after the surgery. I'm feeling a little better. I weighed on Saturday, December 1, which was 2 weeks and 1 day after the surgery. I weighed 306! Tomorrow, December 7, marks 3 weeks since the surgery. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is a picture of me tonight, December 6, wearing some red pajamas I got 2 Christmases ago. This is the first time I've been able to get the pants on and button the shirt all the way up. I'm not so thrilled about my stomach, but I can definitely see a difference in my face! Wow!
Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-43422686950174852722012-11-14T20:33:00.002-08:002012-11-14T20:33:08.837-08:00My bags are packed. I'm ready to go.So I feel like I'm living in a dream. The time ticked away slowly at work today. I'm very excited, but still a bit nervous. I always get scared that I'll miss my flight when I fly anywhere. This trip is really important, so it makes me even more nervous. I chose to spend the night with my daughter Amie so that I could get more sleep, but here I am. Up at 11:30 p.m. I left my purse in the car when my brother Kim dropped me off at my daughter's. I had to borrow a car to go get it. I hope it's just nerves and not early onset Alzheimer's. The flight leaves right before 10:00 a.m. EST and my appointment is at 1:00 p.m. in Las Vegas. Just 8 minutes from the airport. Nerves! Whew! Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-52329421614201411702012-11-10T06:07:00.000-08:002012-11-10T06:07:20.015-08:00Pre-Surgery Measurements
Here are some pictures that will serve as official "Before" shots. We had a little trouble with the camera. A couple of notes are warranted. I measured on the morning of November 2 before my feet and ankles swelled up. This was 2 weeks before my surgery date.
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And now... Onward!
Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-3694582027087812012-11-04T05:22:00.002-08:002012-11-04T05:23:13.548-08:00SurgeryI am going to have a gastric bypass surgery and I will be documenting my big adventure here. My children have offered to pay for this procedure for me to help me get healthy. A once-in-a-lifetime gift that blows you away. Some of this is going to be embarrassing because I'm going to be exposing my life through pictures and stories that will bring you into my private world. I'm happy to do this to share with my family and friends, past, present, and future my journey. I don't know that it will wind up being amazing. I expect that many of the days will seem boring and plain, just like everyone else's lives, but I plan to share the joyous, fun, and exciting moments as well as the mundane, hard, and "I can't believe she did that" times.
I'm going to have a gastric sleeve done at Blossom Bariatrics <a href="http://www.blossombariatrics.com "></a> by Dr. Tom Umbach. I found out about his practice through my doctor, May Bullecer. I thought she made a mistake because it's in Nevada, but his pricing is REALLY affordable, and his staff is AMAZING! They are the NICEST people you will ever visit with. Their desire to help people just comes across in every conversation. I cannot wait to meet them in person!!
My surgery is going to be on November 16 and I will be flying with my daughter Amie and my daughter-in-law Amy to Las Vegas the day before. We'll meet my other daughter-in-law Caetie there for a pre-surgery meeting. I hope to do something fun that night to enjoy the city with them before I have to take it easy to recoup.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-72264412851838322842012-05-09T14:36:00.004-07:002012-05-09T14:38:10.084-07:0035 years!!!!So I'm not even going to comment about the fact that I haven't blogged in FOREVER. I just want to say that I have been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints for 35 years as of May 6, 2012! It was fast and testimony day and I got to hear Cailey's testimony. She talked about how her mom and her Granny Robin can do anything and she talked about families. I also bore my testimony that because we are God's hands, we help each other to accomplish things here. He offers tender mercies and opens the windows of heaven in our behalf and gives us amazing families and friends to help strengthen us during this earth life. I know that through God nothing is impossible. I feel the Lord's hand in all that I do and I need his guidance every day. I haven't been perfect in the last 35 years, but I know my Savior more now and I have learned a lot. I have the most amazing children in the world and they all have the most awesome partners! I have 14 grandchildren and number 15 is on the way!!! Lucky! I wish I could find Ralph Nicholson to thank him again for telling me about the church. He gets an A+ for member missionary work.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-81755730731315209162011-02-13T15:02:00.000-08:002011-02-13T15:42:37.096-08:00New Calling and TaxesWell, I definitely need to get better at keeping people posted about what's happening with me. <br /><br />I got realeased from Primary today as the Sunbeam teacher. I was just getting to know my 4th class, and I'm really going to miss Primary, but I'm actually pretty excited about getting to know more of the sisters in the ward. I was feeling inadequate but certainly willing. Getting set apart always makes a huge difference. <br /><br />I've been helping people with their taxes at Jackson Hewitt. Finished up the classes and passed everything I needed to pass, so I'm helping out in a couple of the stores. I love the face time I get with people!<br /><br />I haven't been seeing a lot of the family, but I spent the night at Bryce's and then I got to see Megamind with Amie and the girls on Saturday night. <br /><br />Six weeks till our family vacation to Destin!!!Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-7771661451650442212010-10-14T02:32:00.000-07:002010-10-14T03:02:51.976-07:00Tax classes and RoachesI'm taking tax classes through Jackson Hewitt on Monday and Wednesday nights from 6:00 to 9:00. I am always the last one to finish my tests and I'm not leaving until 9:30. We haven't had books to take home and study, so it's been a challenge. I'm diggin the fact that I'll have a second income in January. I'm hoping to put together enough to get a car.<br /><br />I'll be getting some shopping tips from Bryce on the car. He just traded in his truck and bought a different truck for his new side business AND a car that he can drive to work. Not sure what he paid for the truck but the car was under $3,000. Sweet!<br /><br />So everybody knows that I have a paralyzing fear of roaches. You also know that I have seen the big ones that look like Transformer bugs with unnaturally large bodies that seem like tanks because you seriously can't kill them with less than a very powerful swat with the heaviest shoe you can find. Wimpy fly swatters from the Dollar Store are ineffective. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWxf9Cx4uCyur-_1In4XbZNh9p5P18jH0WyxOUYwlXM-Toanyto2NzzogVLFLC41DNaQ1WJhsEzFeDc8L2rORzh7suX1Llenp1uGQIm0iK33J7XW0FRxsQGROVqOYaHtVeSRvbjBGRbPO/s1600/Roach.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWxf9Cx4uCyur-_1In4XbZNh9p5P18jH0WyxOUYwlXM-Toanyto2NzzogVLFLC41DNaQ1WJhsEzFeDc8L2rORzh7suX1Llenp1uGQIm0iK33J7XW0FRxsQGROVqOYaHtVeSRvbjBGRbPO/s320/Roach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527836298026296274" /></a><br />I found one of these still alive but upside-down and flailing its ugly legs on an over-turned pot I had left out to dry. I FREAKED OUT! I grabbed some bug spray that has the attached pump sprayer and left the mutant to die in a pool of poison. Yeah! It WAS STILL MOVING after all that spraying! Well, Amie and Clay came over the next day while I was at work and got rid of that one, a dead one under my bed, and another I had left by the downstairs bathroom as an example to his mutant friends of how THEY would be crushed if they showed their ugly faces.<br /><br />They put some killing powder around the walls and put out roach traps. The next day Bryce told me he laid down 3 gallons of spray. I sleep snug as a bug in a rug now! Especially on Monday and Wednesday nights.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-23761198268279623142010-08-03T19:47:00.000-07:002010-08-03T19:58:14.746-07:00I moved!Well, I finally moved out of Amie's basement! Yay for Amie and Clay regaining their privacy! Holy smokes, I lived there for a lot longer than anybody EVER expected. I REALLY appreciate having a place to stay and I am even more thankful for this new home.<br /><br />I miss the noise! I've been to dinner and home evening and I had some time to play with Lia on Sunday before we went to a farewell break-the-fast for some people moving from the ward. <br /><br />Clay and Bryce were over here on Saturday helping to set up things like the washer and dryer, stove, and tv. Bryce looked like Ghostbusters over here spraying for bugs. The roaches are the HUGE flying kind. I found a dead one Sunday morning and didn't see another one until tonight. It's dead and is in the downstairs bathroom. I have to work up the courage to go get it and throw it away. I envision it coming back to life and crawling on me or flying in my face. I may have to make friends with a neighbor and see if I can convince someone else to come in here to dispose of it. OR... I can put on my Big Girl pants and just take care of it. Yeah. That's what I'll do. Tomorrow.<br /><br />Tonight I'm going to watch the rest of America's Got Talent.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-37551882969079258602010-07-21T20:09:00.001-07:002010-07-21T22:19:17.808-07:00Tyler and Andrea's WeddingI haven't posted a thing in forever and decided that despite the lateness of the hour, I wanted to get some pictures of the wedding posted for everyone to enjoy. I think I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlcNp7xDTZi_dVSb1ZRmKPvApc2OM809K3t2L2zbm2WC2cy7VphjY-RGBC9YPqfREVZnXTyX7iOMfY4uuW-oMRt23P-SXUwty5OhdrI1nAgBJ0S82XjQafk_4u8rLnrZZyrNkjfu7LZzQ/s1600/Tyler+and+Andrea%27s+weddking+184.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlcNp7xDTZi_dVSb1ZRmKPvApc2OM809K3t2L2zbm2WC2cy7VphjY-RGBC9YPqfREVZnXTyX7iOMfY4uuW-oMRt23P-SXUwty5OhdrI1nAgBJ0S82XjQafk_4u8rLnrZZyrNkjfu7LZzQ/s320/Tyler+and+Andrea%27s+weddking+184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496564856035034066" /></a> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqezMSk1Xe5PielZr2LRb4vliYacbdiX9lnMcFYkz56MkXw1zU3jZlFcPQtxI_ZuWXOGQoaF0F5HPEIfrLtzdD7N8luOEjaxSHaSXF4umsVdmOk25fiZxea3gWIHOqIXgMNvzQf7SIFabG/s1600/Tyler+and+Andrea%27s+weddking+143.jpg"><img style="float:right; 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I had actually lost a bit of weight by then.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSZn_IBpBMWk8ZUiBSIfjBMOZDvbgVRIV73TPD_kJfbbwTmieNrfUEsKdNL_-6M-JFhS8l3BvKG01gIJmw6FKxa7iF2moaElcSOL4l-kaXoFx95dkG6lzdB9dULs0YhLm71ZqubbPRw-xd/s1600-h/2008Winter+046.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSZn_IBpBMWk8ZUiBSIfjBMOZDvbgVRIV73TPD_kJfbbwTmieNrfUEsKdNL_-6M-JFhS8l3BvKG01gIJmw6FKxa7iF2moaElcSOL4l-kaXoFx95dkG6lzdB9dULs0YhLm71ZqubbPRw-xd/s320/2008Winter+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415798255877885938" /></a> I was feeling like I had not made any progress over the last year, but I do see a difference. Here is a picture of Caetie and me ready to go see Wicked. When I went to see them for Thanksgiving, I had a girl's night out with Caetie and it was a ton of fun! I'll be posting more pics and telling you about my best vacation EVER. For now, I am just getting myself psyched to keep up with my Biggest Loser workouts through the holidays.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoksVAbU0IyVqjDaL9cYrM_fnjFw170PegxKncU8KIRv7vaFkend9u4z7aDXWePr1OuOkiyXLdqh-NXEQMxTGr4rq4a8pu__5HzVSh0IyAvW-_F8OybF166jNsAUyrbiJ2ljxaEjuWLFYy/s1600-h/Robin's+Thanksgiving+Trip+033.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoksVAbU0IyVqjDaL9cYrM_fnjFw170PegxKncU8KIRv7vaFkend9u4z7aDXWePr1OuOkiyXLdqh-NXEQMxTGr4rq4a8pu__5HzVSh0IyAvW-_F8OybF166jNsAUyrbiJ2ljxaEjuWLFYy/s320/Robin's+Thanksgiving+Trip+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800261859659362" /></a>Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-29039659526162499952009-12-12T06:32:00.000-08:002009-12-13T01:11:36.613-08:00Telling on myself<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUu-w8fJJ2_Kj4l7uO1i5t87ozoL4zQIUZ3PFdQkAed7pVp1i1ojfDG8qQavAVWf34xzp1n_LgFxonTrDPocnLGFl_oJgtr5VZYgXbUFWwhxjOPZ-YN_bU7pgaJLTCzOxItsny97ubBY1/s1600-h/sarah+bernhardt.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414358817469579794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUu-w8fJJ2_Kj4l7uO1i5t87ozoL4zQIUZ3PFdQkAed7pVp1i1ojfDG8qQavAVWf34xzp1n_LgFxonTrDPocnLGFl_oJgtr5VZYgXbUFWwhxjOPZ-YN_bU7pgaJLTCzOxItsny97ubBY1/s320/sarah+bernhardt.jpg" /></a><br />My mother called me Joan when I was growing up because she said I acted like a martyr. Yep. Joan of Arc. She would also call me Sarah, for Sarah Bernhardt, a movie star known for being melodramatic. She would put her hand on the back of her hand on her forehead and strike a pose to mock me. Man, my mother had me pegged.<br /><br />So I guess, from an early age, I was trying to be manipulative to get my way. I do remember thinking that if I turned on the tears, people would feel sorry for me.<br /><br />My mom would make us go out to play when I was a kid, and even though I didn’t always like it, most of the time I would be playing so hard, I would lose track of time. We had a rule that wherever you were in the neighborhood, or no matter how far you had pedaled your bike, when the street lights came on, you needed to be home.<br /><br />We had a bike route we would ride that went down the Tyson’s driveway, across the street to the Rosemary Marston’s yard where we made a groove in the ditch to get around the stop sign (known in our circles as “Dead Man’s Curve”), back across to the Tyson’s yard, going back up the driveway, through the back gate, around the patio, and back through the gate to the driveway to start all over again. The hardest part for me was not Dead Man’s curve, but feeling confident enough to not lose my balance through the back gate.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZknKSeDunqKD2cxCFJvufZA46COcVcw8iej_npyshE7ESNwBJojzWs38RK5I_U6KGhE0ovHMzMRkMBMDznucBPRySp-dNgdG9LnOPg6ia4hSIClfJiSHbe-TB9Rbc0IH-osHsxIPcq5k/s1600-h/sycamore+ball.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414359922720886290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZknKSeDunqKD2cxCFJvufZA46COcVcw8iej_npyshE7ESNwBJojzWs38RK5I_U6KGhE0ovHMzMRkMBMDznucBPRySp-dNgdG9LnOPg6ia4hSIClfJiSHbe-TB9Rbc0IH-osHsxIPcq5k/s320/sycamore+ball.jpg" /></a>The Marstons had a huge sycamore tree in their yard that hung with Spanish moss.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIPmWT6rHRr-OxGxD4w8C7ubRDTscgVJxDc6KGNe6Wa3knOG2Hm-50ZOZxeL9vG_yeOqTao79Lc7JbgQgM124hEU2fMx-oFTzUEX9qDdyg2tj3AXkljmquwePVRbIQtQI7NTf022NxZRC/s1600-h/small+moss+bug.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414363418020185890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIPmWT6rHRr-OxGxD4w8C7ubRDTscgVJxDc6KGNe6Wa3knOG2Hm-50ZOZxeL9vG_yeOqTao79Lc7JbgQgM124hEU2fMx-oFTzUEX9qDdyg2tj3AXkljmquwePVRbIQtQI7NTf022NxZRC/s320/small+moss+bug.jpg" /></a>We used the moss to build forts and armed ourselves with “sycamore balls” to stage battles And yes, we did get itchy. If I had ever seen a picture of a moss bug, I might have thought twice before covering myself in moss to hide from the enemy.<br /><br />I didn’t always like being outside. When mama sent us out, we needed to really have to go to the bathroom badly or have something else seriously wrong before she would unlock the sliding glass door and let us in. One day it was unusually hot and I wanted to be inside so I threw up to “prove” to mama that I was sick. I think I could do it at will sometimes, because I definitely remember throwing up at school and getting to go home. That particular day when I "got sick" I got to go inside and sit in Daddy’s swivel recliner and watch TV, and it was so nice and cold inside, I even got a blanket. But when mama caught me making faces at the unfortunate kids who were still outside, she jerked me by the arm outta that chair, spanked my butt, and threw me outside so fast I barely had time to comprehend what had happened before I heard her tell me that I could throw up all I wanted to, but I was NOT coming back inside! It was hard to pull one over on my mother for very long.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-9783445179322562282009-05-30T22:06:00.000-07:002009-06-02T03:41:59.954-07:00Summer...YAY!I enjoyed Memorial Day weekend. Amy and Bryce came over for a barbecue and we got to sit outside. We had a feast of steak, watermelon, corn on the cob, smores, homemade oreo cookie ice cream and chocolate cake. Yes. I gained a little at Weight Watchers this week. *funny story coming*<br /><br />I went walking with Amy on Tuesday and walked a HALF MILE! Woo hoo! Got to see Maddie, Presto, Action Jackson, and Gare Bear mid-week, so that was cool. It wasn't so bad seeing Bryce either. So Amy and I are going to be walking regularly on Tuesdays. There was a downpour on the way over, but I'm glad I stuck to the plan because we were able to get to the track. She lapped me once, but that's ok. It's just nice to get some one-on-one time with ya, Amy. *keep going.. funny stuff ahead*<br /><br />Cailey had her piano recital last week. She did great! I have to figure out how to ddownload pics from my camera. When I do, I'll post some. Kendall had her ballet recital today and she was awesome. Nice cartwheel in the middle of a dance routine to "You Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me." Faith was sick last weekend but she's better now. Clay's brother Brian is here visiting with his family. His Gracie is a clone of Faith. It's insane how much they look alike, down to their glasses. <br /><br />No more suspense... Here's the funny story:<br /><br />So we were all outside eating and enjoying the wonderful summer evening. Perfect weather. Clay and Brian had the kids on the trampoline and the rest of us were visiting at the table. Amie put Lia on the grass to let her crawl around, but soon realized that she may be eating something. She moved her and told us that she had been right by a dead worm. So close call, right? Well, Lia loved that grass and soon she had booked across the lawn to the edge by the trampoline. She got some playtime there, but Clay's dad brought her back over to the deck. Amie decided to give her a little more playtime on the grass, and within less than a minute I laughed and told Amie, you'd better check to see if she's eating that worm. I was only teasing, but apparently Lia had made her way right to that worm and had it in her mouth!!!!<br /><br />Gnarly! Gave us all the jeebs.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-74019996075556775582009-05-13T01:33:00.000-07:002009-05-13T01:51:15.625-07:00Belated Birthday Post<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimreKLxUftUUjCocx1A4Ed6qiBpTdXgawYcXhg1KOrqunsEHNwhaxcNLGaJpzhrW4XKvbqcHMFQX8scEixuta7lSRsnLe70iuSO1dS_ECRKSLS74mqjmdEe4NhmGgyn654xgLFDFmY7jLd/s1600-h/Double+it.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimreKLxUftUUjCocx1A4Ed6qiBpTdXgawYcXhg1KOrqunsEHNwhaxcNLGaJpzhrW4XKvbqcHMFQX8scEixuta7lSRsnLe70iuSO1dS_ECRKSLS74mqjmdEe4NhmGgyn654xgLFDFmY7jLd/s320/Double+it.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335226000124897410" /></a><br />Happy Birthday to me! For those of you who haven't guessed, I'm not 27. I know some young grannies, but that doesn't apply to me. Amie just used what she had in her cupboard. Just so happens that you can double that and know my real age. Another odd little trivia note is that Amie and I could have used the same candles on our cakes last year. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w-TY2KXyb8dwunHc1Z_pYDDa_QJ781Q4dUs17LLJzSCP-JC3uFRZFlCgg32Uhe6Mxf97LftY_LrM6mMPdg2sXD5ekY-xVF4TLYkXquMRvuUM-KH8iF4uAfNRQgc87dW79E4yo3qJveBT/s1600-h/March+3+2009.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5w-TY2KXyb8dwunHc1Z_pYDDa_QJ781Q4dUs17LLJzSCP-JC3uFRZFlCgg32Uhe6Mxf97LftY_LrM6mMPdg2sXD5ekY-xVF4TLYkXquMRvuUM-KH8iF4uAfNRQgc87dW79E4yo3qJveBT/s320/March+3+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335226382724183634" /></a><br />I really appreciated the birthday party with balloons in MY FAVORITE COLOR! I was still on Atkins at the time, and Amie made me a special chocolate mousse dessert. Nice! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjX3ifqXDkKL5M5vFqBqSuAjOz9qhnmlaf0I959gv9EBJEbymNdwsWkgPqW5dIfY7mnWzgyJtNtH2vJH9ohrBT9RR3QP23ja3vfssn1tu50n0bmDMDx9REQ9Sf-ajiifP4FJagsUYERX5/s1600-h/My+birthday+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjX3ifqXDkKL5M5vFqBqSuAjOz9qhnmlaf0I959gv9EBJEbymNdwsWkgPqW5dIfY7mnWzgyJtNtH2vJH9ohrBT9RR3QP23ja3vfssn1tu50n0bmDMDx9REQ9Sf-ajiifP4FJagsUYERX5/s320/My+birthday+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335227444598856274" /></a>Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-30858630030430600862009-05-13T01:07:00.000-07:002009-05-13T01:32:35.812-07:00Relay for Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4jT7Q0psE_70OTQD1tkP0l16Cwpn-1HL0sCqcGMVNsFc_QY-CVpj39Y-H6AhbMQ60h0NoO1vZ8lSQldUryhbQtLjay6twR9CNac5B6v9zBO1dABbcEG6qutvh5dOGafXGSTCEY4cbpck/s1600-h/luminary.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm4jT7Q0psE_70OTQD1tkP0l16Cwpn-1HL0sCqcGMVNsFc_QY-CVpj39Y-H6AhbMQ60h0NoO1vZ8lSQldUryhbQtLjay6twR9CNac5B6v9zBO1dABbcEG6qutvh5dOGafXGSTCEY4cbpck/s320/luminary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335222034939598914" /></a> I joined Relay for Life when our bishopric encouraged us to become more active in the community. I thought that this would be a really special way to get to know some of the people better at work and help out with a worthy cause. It was amazing! Bryce helped out by offering a free 2 week cleaning that we sold raffle tickets for. We raised quite a bit of money for our team. Thank you, Doctor Carter! I also wanted to walk in the Relay as a milestone for myself. When I visited Lance and Caetie for Thanksgiving 2007, I got winded after walking just a few feet. At Relay, I wound up walking 2 miles and being on my feet for the majority of the time. We wound up getting rained out, which was very disappointing, but we still got to participate in the luminary service where <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGz5chC4DcAHRjbpEmFxF-S8DkorrFP_4Ts7x1-ioYIPlkxhXO81zPCRqNaSoR2ZkUhV1RYci5KiC38qmIxOPdNwBfaYmhmNc2jzf1UNhQvqc20VnqnjrRpdGitvp4ier48n1S95vHMsco/s1600-h/hope.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 101px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGz5chC4DcAHRjbpEmFxF-S8DkorrFP_4Ts7x1-ioYIPlkxhXO81zPCRqNaSoR2ZkUhV1RYci5KiC38qmIxOPdNwBfaYmhmNc2jzf1UNhQvqc20VnqnjrRpdGitvp4ier48n1S95vHMsco/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335222693977751250" /></a> they send lit lanterns into the night sky and have luminaries lit all along the track. It was very emotional and touching. I would encourage everybody to get involved next year.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-61608312464944861162009-02-15T13:43:00.000-08:002009-02-15T15:44:26.923-08:00A Tribute to DaddyTwenty-five years ago, I was only 28 years old. Amie was 10, Curt was 8, Bryce was only 3, Lance was just a month old, and Drew was not even born. Yesterday was the anniversary of my dad's last Valentine's Day. I remember it every year. The first 10 years were harder, and although it's true what they say about time healing all wounds, time never makes you forget or long for that last chance to say, "I love you" one more time, or "I'm sorry for not being the princess you thought I was,", or wishing for a chance to be Daddy's Little Girl one more time. <br /><br />Things I miss are hearing the song, "Robin, Robin, I've been thinking, What a fine world this would be...", "Peggy! Where's my no salt!", "Who farred that shot?", "Roostus Rastus, Johnson Brown," the song, "Peanut on the Railroad Track," and him calling me Daisy Mae. I miss lying in Mama and Daddy's expansive King bed while they simultaneously watched TV and read, and getting tickled till I couldn't stand it, and laughing, and running away from that awfully scary, children-chasing gorilla he became, or watching him wiggle his ears and whistle at the same time, and listening to the song "Cool Water" with him, and making that trip to the farm before the house was completed, and snuggling under some covers in the cold car while he grilled the best burger I've ever eaten to this day, and watching Hee Haw with him, and arguing that Eric Clapton HAD to be a better guitar player than Buck Owens or Roy Clark. <br /><br />I don't miss sharing ONE bathroom at the summer place in Bluffton.<br /><br />He gave us a good life, and while there were things that went on behind closed doors that I was never privy to growing up, I know in my heart that my dad, The Senator, as he is known in Velociworld, worked hard to provide us with privileges of music, dance, sports, the ballet, clothes every Christmas from Rich's in Atlanta, special Disney movies about the wilderness, shopping sprees with friends, drive-in movies with red Kool-Aid and brown, butter-greasy grocery bags full of home-popped popcorn (My favorite was the double feature of "The Pit and the Pendulum" and "The Tell-Tale Heart"), homes where we could spend time on the water skiing, crabbing, fishing, and shrimping, red towels that had our names embroidered on them, and, once, a long time ago, the honor of wearing t-shirts that said, "Vote for my Daddy."<br /><br />I want my children and my grandchildren to know that they have a lot to look forward to when they see him on the other side of the veil and hug him and talk with him and give out those hugs and kisses he missed in this life. I am so proud to be the daughter of Ralph Lloyd Crawford Sr.<br /><br />I love and miss you, Daddy!Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-56899243096097041682009-01-09T19:15:00.000-08:002009-01-09T19:24:30.032-08:00Happy 28th Lance!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoG9XG_ZCk0-GSDYJJ531tIJSZup8Oup1w896-vru41UorJAslRvqTz5oZU2pHOIZdFe1nhQBjYNTdd3C8xr0ZownnP-S0PnBkz4qV5IgpbOI82GTyBXpqcTqeUBLLKVfM0GU2Lr98tUWg/s1600-h/2008Winter+137.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoG9XG_ZCk0-GSDYJJ531tIJSZup8Oup1w896-vru41UorJAslRvqTz5oZU2pHOIZdFe1nhQBjYNTdd3C8xr0ZownnP-S0PnBkz4qV5IgpbOI82GTyBXpqcTqeUBLLKVfM0GU2Lr98tUWg/s320/2008Winter+137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289499827589525266" /></a><br />So here we are in the new year! Happy Birthday to Lance today! Yay! Here's a picture of him rockin' out with his bros when they got together at Curt's before the big family reunion. Good times! Check out my boys! Talk about mad skillz! Dude!Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-6730731819389653202008-11-13T02:15:00.000-08:002008-11-13T03:14:39.820-08:00Give it to Mikey..... He'll eat anything!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNt27hyhHPMmL5M6bOyt3Dlhv65kmFVObUL55i_BamYJKCUMzY-TRLIwN1x38vKF1JGx5xB7sCiP06dV72LlQPfrfZ0r3Jezd6I2veMfB7pVqR9FCY3Ox6bvgV3UxqY36THIBPia1_pAlK/s1600-h/fridge_010.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNt27hyhHPMmL5M6bOyt3Dlhv65kmFVObUL55i_BamYJKCUMzY-TRLIwN1x38vKF1JGx5xB7sCiP06dV72LlQPfrfZ0r3Jezd6I2veMfB7pVqR9FCY3Ox6bvgV3UxqY36THIBPia1_pAlK/s320/fridge_010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268085284216653554" /></a> Hmmmm..... What's on the menu tonight? What can I make on the fly? Through the years I have seen some interesting things in refrigerators and freezers. We had a cow eye in the fridge when Lindy did a science project in high school. Nice! I used to go giggin' for frogs as a young newlywed. Talk about budget food! I've had to tolerate a few minor myocardial infarctions when I lived with an avid fisherman who had a habit of leaving fish heads intact. I wasn't used to opening the fidge to find something looking back at me with an open mouth that seemed to say, "How YOU doin?" I've seen my share of white butcher paper with black magic markered labels on various and sundry (and sometimes surprising!) body parts from pigs, cows, elk, and deer. I'm tellin ya, I thought I'd seen it all. But the latest thing to hit the freezer in the Dunford home has me surprised yet again... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJPKY8GuLkzVVyVK_SVHKE-Hd_XHVA7XD0OU5aovjLU0Vx6Z1FEhxeyWc_efND-B9jt4fuwhg7-FsgYfmoylcHhX9XCg1dnFJFmMWG8LAx_2FQRHC9M-8SWIGTYXmvo5moZdXJ2jDHCnmA/s1600-h/hamster.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJPKY8GuLkzVVyVK_SVHKE-Hd_XHVA7XD0OU5aovjLU0Vx6Z1FEhxeyWc_efND-B9jt4fuwhg7-FsgYfmoylcHhX9XCg1dnFJFmMWG8LAx_2FQRHC9M-8SWIGTYXmvo5moZdXJ2jDHCnmA/s320/hamster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268093755244448082" /></a><br />Yep! It's Scamper! Amie noticed an odd smell that rivaled a pungent diaper in the office and when she had Clay check on Scamper, they learned that he had unfortunately died. I know they loved him, but I'm thinking taxidermy is a more viable option. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf2ygavAegP6LEFK7Gs01Oc88uno_n0EAU8OBOQsPyvgrfOnySw7c8p12kYHBvhv58yQogiBmgJar_oZe0F7feSFm811S9NoODKGkVclCOUJLrCjAUYrj8MWQcKko-RQhFUkXlTTVIrU2_/s1600-h/USDA-APPROVED.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 70px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf2ygavAegP6LEFK7Gs01Oc88uno_n0EAU8OBOQsPyvgrfOnySw7c8p12kYHBvhv58yQogiBmgJar_oZe0F7feSFm811S9NoODKGkVclCOUJLrCjAUYrj8MWQcKko-RQhFUkXlTTVIrU2_/s320/USDA-APPROVED.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268096300500331378" /></a><br />I was happy to learn that the cute little ball of fur that attacked me on the stairs one morning was not intended to be Amie's next culinary experiment to make my Atkins diet more appealing. Clay's just been waiting for his hectic schedule to allow him the time to preside over a befitting funeral for the family pet that is no more.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-31509840097084551772008-11-08T03:57:00.000-08:002008-11-08T08:48:42.666-08:00Good Timber<em>The tree that never had to fight<br />For sun and sky and air and light,<br />But stood out in the open plain<br />And always got its share of rain,<br />Never became a forest king<br />But lived and died a scrubby thing.<br /><br /><a href="http://stillwaterstudio.us/images/Img126.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 380px;" src="http://stillwaterstudio.us/images/Img126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The man who never had to toil<br />To gain and farm his patch of soil,<br />Who never had to win his share<br />Of sun and sky and light and air,<br />Never became a manly man<br />But lived and died as he began.<br /><br />Good timber does not grow with ease:<br />The stronger wind, the stronger trees;<br />The further sky, the greater length;<br />The more the storm, the more the strength.<br />By sun and cold, by rain and snow,<br />In trees and men good timbers grow.<br /><br />Where thickest lies the forest growth,<br />We find the patriarchs of both.<br />And they hold counsel with the stars<br />Whose broken branches show the scars<br />Of many winds and much of strife.<br />This is the common law of life.</em><br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Home > HobbGranny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-23086469066776510302008-11-01T19:25:00.000-07:002008-11-01T20:15:59.668-07:00Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long-legged Beasties"From ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties, and things that go bump in the night, good Lord deliver us." <br /><br />This has been one of my favorite Halloweens in a long time. I guess it's because I got to experience first-hand through the eyes of some of my grandchildren that excitement that builds all month long. Amie and Clay started things off with a Halloweenie Roast on a Friday when it rained all day. Poor Clay was out in the rain mowing the lawn, and the rain never did let up. It ended up being a ton of fun. Clay grilled the hot dogs, they set up a jump house in the garage for maybe 25 kids who showed up, and by dang they DID get a fire going in the barbecue pit for the marshmallow roast. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_9bYPgKRfnD2xWx6Pc4kpTywtnTCVKrQK01MJUyJY0A9QH4IraU5sDA0oPkyrbk2ToBB8Y2I0yUB8JxbQg3ox9kCN_msFhbocwYH9NA3T_wgMkdgovqBcZIpkIOu3BdMlRYaX9vsttY0/s1600-h/My+desk+at+work.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_9bYPgKRfnD2xWx6Pc4kpTywtnTCVKrQK01MJUyJY0A9QH4IraU5sDA0oPkyrbk2ToBB8Y2I0yUB8JxbQg3ox9kCN_msFhbocwYH9NA3T_wgMkdgovqBcZIpkIOu3BdMlRYaX9vsttY0/s320/My+desk+at+work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884005886287922" /></a><br />I decided to decorate my desk for work. Amie carved the pupkin for me during a Family Home Evening, and I made some spiders out of pipe cleaners and googly eyes. I had the most decorated desk at the office. I especially liked the black garbage bags I laid for the foundation. You can't see the sign I had that said, "Watch out for flying monkeys."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkxFrAA45nYIjxDjxTw_FVn1sM-1d2TtN2XSTUpeCPxiGKjwCJTOhlBdm1es1I5mAu7qfyx20MpCn_ReIwlCoDuMSnDwtw-JhP8k5YsR05My9aqG_LWBb1N2tihYIgRa7XWVHmkEO5tzC/s1600-h/Amie+and+her+bunch+plus+me.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkxFrAA45nYIjxDjxTw_FVn1sM-1d2TtN2XSTUpeCPxiGKjwCJTOhlBdm1es1I5mAu7qfyx20MpCn_ReIwlCoDuMSnDwtw-JhP8k5YsR05My9aqG_LWBb1N2tihYIgRa7XWVHmkEO5tzC/s320/Amie+and+her+bunch+plus+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263885435865169570" /></a><br />So on Tuesday before Halloween, we had a chance to dress in our costumes and go to the church for Trunk or Treat. Here's the whole crew:<br /><br />Amie went as Giselle: <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdnsQeWiyeLOvTQ9h35RJt2gean-zyZkzEJnUmlROrIQq7-kMmv-OZIwS04Jx1rV0_YuWyjIce3G-J3ePek4MwHcvALu-fo1ETzGGIwvCZ7BTgRksKwGzEn7a0OMD8mgAQkaueH3LAoTT/s1600-h/Giselle+strikes+a+pose.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTdnsQeWiyeLOvTQ9h35RJt2gean-zyZkzEJnUmlROrIQq7-kMmv-OZIwS04Jx1rV0_YuWyjIce3G-J3ePek4MwHcvALu-fo1ETzGGIwvCZ7BTgRksKwGzEn7a0OMD8mgAQkaueH3LAoTT/s320/Giselle+strikes+a+pose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263887005910806594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEG4hV_ugsMprp1KrV_gIMjyxU3pF3OM8wkEpsaXko4U1QEs7T6uyjPVmtdObGg-k-19KzuKB7kIGFeDxZb3cuyA66Iv8iuDNGvYQqq3FkKIRLeZzcFRb9y9TtWsxOchJrh1_RF1VnkUk/s1600-h/Amie+as+Giselle.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEG4hV_ugsMprp1KrV_gIMjyxU3pF3OM8wkEpsaXko4U1QEs7T6uyjPVmtdObGg-k-19KzuKB7kIGFeDxZb3cuyA66Iv8iuDNGvYQqq3FkKIRLeZzcFRb9y9TtWsxOchJrh1_RF1VnkUk/s320/Amie+as+Giselle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263886690703357218" /></a><br /><br />Here I am as a witch. When I dressed up for work, I painted my nails black. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCFzR-BZMjvmOESnbcst42i1u53mDciEqaXUdsYrWkwoLlSvWn598vCerOUcAKzm_qA9BzkarHTvB6nIUG1WmpYr7w91VSPLQticR84YlVxVtcZPSHrtil5R7-w_Xx5-gnQj4QiJc-SIo/s1600-h/DSC07814%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCFzR-BZMjvmOESnbcst42i1u53mDciEqaXUdsYrWkwoLlSvWn598vCerOUcAKzm_qA9BzkarHTvB6nIUG1WmpYr7w91VSPLQticR84YlVxVtcZPSHrtil5R7-w_Xx5-gnQj4QiJc-SIo/s320/DSC07814%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263888566789381970" /></a><br /><br />Take one more look at the group: Who is that Mullet Man? And did you see the princess, the cute witch, and the 2 kitty cats?(hint: one is fast asleep) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUJtsRn1n4E9CzjUOcn_76ab4Lzvl01Jv6pdkbgY0BsI5pO4ftYM06ZfahUb-jyTONgcRwXy_GBrqEUv-fvvjSTu5VHpg6cx5ShgkqW1KkL582HgFAu31SJnY0zqaqG2hATG-1JDuX6Xn/s1600-h/Check+out+Mullet+Man.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUJtsRn1n4E9CzjUOcn_76ab4Lzvl01Jv6pdkbgY0BsI5pO4ftYM06ZfahUb-jyTONgcRwXy_GBrqEUv-fvvjSTu5VHpg6cx5ShgkqW1KkL582HgFAu31SJnY0zqaqG2hATG-1JDuX6Xn/s320/Check+out+Mullet+Man.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263889725497999730" /></a><br /><br />When I get a chance, I'll have to show you the pics Amy took of Madison, Preston, and Jackson on Halloween. Madison was a bride, Preston was a soldier, and Jackson was the cutest puppy I've ever seen! I sat at the bottom of the driveway all decked out in my witch's garb to hand out candy to the kiddies, and I had a ton of fun! It did get pretty cold, though. There was hot chocolate for everybody when it was all over.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-23743291207959631572008-10-05T06:02:00.000-07:002008-10-05T06:34:49.070-07:003's and 8's - My response to being tagged3's and 8's <br /><br />3 Joys<br />1. My children<br />2. My grandchildren<br />3. My sibs<br /><br />3 Fears:<br />1. Dying in a fire<br />2. Drowning<br />3. Belinda’s house without haint blue shutters<br /><br /><br />3 Obsessions:<br />1. Swimming<br />2. Atkins<br />3. Movies<br /><br />3 Surprising facts:<br />1. I was a cheerleader<br />2. I played center guard on the basketball team in school<br />3. I won a doubles tennis tournament in college<br /><br />8 Things I'm passionate about:<br />1. Seeing the good in others<br />2. Force – Hate it! <br />3. The death penalty (I have a solution for Californians who think it’s inhumane. There was a case in 2006 of a guy who had brutally killed a high-school girl. One of my friends had known her. There was a lot of press about how it was inhumane for him to undergo lethal injection because … Wait for it… HE WOULD FEEL THE PAIN OF THE NEEDLE!!! So my first thought was that he wouldn’t have cared about that pain if he was diabetic and needed that daily insulin! And here’s my solution: Drive a gang of death row buddies out to the desert once a month. Tie them securely to a chair and drive away. No needles… No human interaction to cause their death… Just them and God. Each month, the next ones get the special effect of seeing others get carted off to the morgue before they take the deceased’s place. No political infractions and cost-effective, too!)<br />4. Garage sales<br />5. Old books<br />6. Music<br />7. Comedy<br />8. Reverse discrimination – I hate it! I shouldn’t have to cross a language barrier of any kind if I haven’t left the country. State and federal governments need to figure out that the same laws they put into place to avoid discrimination have only advanced it. People who move here should not be accommodated in any way. You know where you’re coming, so YOU make the adjustments. And, by the way, I don’t want to have to keep hearing how I owe anybody anything because of travesties that happened IN THE PAST. Build a bridge and GET OVER IT.<br /><br />8 words or phrases I say often:<br />1. Dude<br />2. I’m just sittin’ here lookin’ like this<br />3. Nekkified (as in, What are you doin’ all nekkified, Faith?)<br />4. Is my music on? (At the pool, I get to listen to music when I swim)<br />5. It’s hot in here <br />6. Hello Lil Boo Boo Dey, which was recently changed to, Hello little Doo Doo Day (I started calling Lia Boo Boo Dey, until I noticed the number of dirty diapers ( I have to mention here that when I was young, we were not allowed to sing the Boo Boo Dey song, because of the ugly part and the part where it says Mama tells them to shut up their mouth. My mother hated that. I can’t help it. It stuck. So I don’t mean anything bad by it when I say it.<br />7. Poo Tinky Feet (This started with Faith. One day I grabbed her foot and put it up to my face and said, “Ewwww! Poo tinky feet!” Now I do it with all my grandkids. When I come home from work, Faith will just lie down on the floor for me to get her feet. And Jackson is fun to do that with. I love how he crinkles up his nose when he laughs when I do it. Guess y’all better be ready for Granny Robin when you come for your visit, Andersin, Laycie, and Masen!<br />8. Bah choo! (When I sneeze, that’s what it sounds like)<br /><br /><br />8 Things I want to do before I die:<br />1. Get to my goal weight<br />2. Get remarried<br />3. Write a book<br />4. See Paris again<br />5. Have my own place<br />6. Water ski again<br />7. Snow ski<br />8. Go on a mission<br /><br /><br />8 Things I pray for:<br />1. Drew<br />2. Willpower<br />3. For my will to match Heavenly Father’s will<br />4. Grace under fire<br />5. Gratitude for all of my blessings<br />6. To have unconditional acceptance of others<br />7. To forgive people who give me a reason to cry <br /><br /><br />8 Things I've learned:<br />1. You can’t force anyone to do anything<br />2. There is something good in every person<br />3. Fear is the opposite of love<br />4. Everybody has a Gethsemane<br />5. To forgive others and myself<br />6. I don’t control anything<br />7. The Atonement was for me, too<br />8. Laugher IS the best medicine<br /><br /><br />8 People I tag:<br />1. Lance<br />2. Bryce<br />3. Amie<br />4. Drew<br />5. Curtis<br />6. Lindy<br />7. Kim<br />8. Anybody else who will play alongGranny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-85328817089921039232008-10-03T19:09:00.001-07:002008-10-03T19:09:29.671-07:00Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage<a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"><img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/O/storage/site1/files/58/55/42/585542_038965b0fc6e84o1q34111.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" ></a><p><a href="http://www.myheritage.com" >MyHeritage</a>: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage" >Celebrity Collage</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-genealogy-software" >Free genealogy software</a> - <a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-tree-charts" >Family tree charts</a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzA4NTgyNjQxMCZwdD*xMjIzMDg2MTU5NjI5JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89ZTAxNjJiYjU2YWExNGIyNzgzOGQyYWI*MmRjM2JmMDM=.gif" />Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-61574756908624761552008-09-18T17:53:00.000-07:002008-09-18T18:09:09.587-07:00Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-11272315188582397222008-09-13T20:31:00.000-07:002008-09-13T21:08:23.738-07:00Some Candid Shots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpcolQm1IX722akgElPrJMQO0OzTV0YhLLXgqDwuUdsMz4gNq2DpnhtyGZ6adh2AA2f78TQvu_7fcFwLCRFpIbcr2J2wyqcPxYKFvOmqxzIPlVFVyQuRqe8pOs8_nqlg16hF2HBC_xv8k/s1600-h/Faith-+Amie%27s+Little+Helper+with+Lia.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpcolQm1IX722akgElPrJMQO0OzTV0YhLLXgqDwuUdsMz4gNq2DpnhtyGZ6adh2AA2f78TQvu_7fcFwLCRFpIbcr2J2wyqcPxYKFvOmqxzIPlVFVyQuRqe8pOs8_nqlg16hF2HBC_xv8k/s320/Faith-+Amie%27s+Little+Helper+with+Lia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245715807221469634" /></a><br />Thought I would post some recent pictures.<br />This first one shows how much Faith (3) loves helping Amie with Lia. What you don't see in this picture is how Faith kisses on Lia whenever she gets the chance. Her curly hair must tickle Lia's face, and the poor thing is defenseless, except to cry when she's had enough.<br /><br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPMKGB0pNKSwQNSy6tGvGAMAz80RiGbKbrymTEA4YUOc9-sNLcGcV-xwjbKiKJP03lrjWSdGERB4SJmV40bhoOZOW-4Ee7UPgow0hgArWHeRkrwoBUHZRaD6wvZ4eoGs3mcbypNyvHbfo/s1600-h/Cailey+-+Sept+9,+2008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPMKGB0pNKSwQNSy6tGvGAMAz80RiGbKbrymTEA4YUOc9-sNLcGcV-xwjbKiKJP03lrjWSdGERB4SJmV40bhoOZOW-4Ee7UPgow0hgArWHeRkrwoBUHZRaD6wvZ4eoGs3mcbypNyvHbfo/s320/Cailey+-+Sept+9,+2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245717351747832562" /></a><br />Cailey will turn 8 on November 29th and is preparing to be baptized. She plays the piano, was on the swim team this summer, and is currently reading Nancy Drew The Hidden Staircase. As I understand it, Cailey is also a Fairy. She and Kendall were arguing the other day because I believe Cailey was using her Fairy powers to get the upper hand over Kendall.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyR5Tn9hSWq-vxbxiGl_mj23YjLSLN0HX73JE4wd5Rk0cRgME0TvyjiS9yTzLK-HU3jN3dnHBg4na7yePZeGEqOOx-S09zcIeML5VcIcaJWgruXtw7FL35guU9CJG08v24RjAAslSY66LD/s1600-h/Kendall+Doing+Homework+-+1st+Grade.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyR5Tn9hSWq-vxbxiGl_mj23YjLSLN0HX73JE4wd5Rk0cRgME0TvyjiS9yTzLK-HU3jN3dnHBg4na7yePZeGEqOOx-S09zcIeML5VcIcaJWgruXtw7FL35guU9CJG08v24RjAAslSY66LD/s320/Kendall+Doing+Homework+-+1st+Grade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245719340929723074" /></a><br />Kendall (6)is one of the most limber girls I know. Last year she was in gymnastics and ballet. This year, she is taking ballet and tap. She also swam on the swimteam this summer. By the way, Kendall loves butterflies.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169064302373548573.post-75610935327302736672008-09-13T19:10:00.000-07:002008-09-13T20:30:10.843-07:00A Ghost StoryMy sister Belinda and her family went to Scotland for a couple of weeks and I house-sat for her. The first Saturday night I spent was fairly uneventful, except that I realized at 4:45 a.m. Sunday morning, the back door was open and one of the cats came in from being outside during the night. I didn't open the door. George, the cat, woke me up and I realized then that the door was ajar. Belinda tells me that she needs to get her door fixed. I think she has a bigger problem.<br /><br />So last Saturday, I headed up to Lindy's again and got there in the afternoon. There was a car parked by her mailbox and I immediately thought that my cousin Cathy was there. When I went in the front door, I noticed flip flops under the coffee table, so I yelled upstairs, "Hey, Cathy! I didn't know I was going to have company!" <br /><br />No answer.<br /><br />I realized then that she wasn't there. I let the cats out and went oustside and watered her plants around the house. I watched a couple of movies and started playing a game on the computer. At about 7:45 p.m. the lights flickered and went out, and the TV turned off. The computer wasn't affected. About 5 seconds later, the lights and the TV came back on and I immediately heard a crash upstairs, as if someone had knocked things off a bedside table. That was followed by the sound of footsteps above me, as if someone was scrambling to maybe pick up the items that had fallen, or that he/she was headed downstairs. I called out, "Cathy! Man, you sleep like the dead! You coming down?"<br /><br />No answer.<br /><br />My body went into panick mode. You know. Heart racing while it's in the pit of your stomach. I called up the stairs one more time, "Cathy?"<br /><br />No answer.<br /><br />At this point my mind is moving like the speed of light and I think to myself, "Don't do what they do in the movies." I grabbed the phone and immediately left, barefooted, and called Cathy. She wasn't home, so I left her a message. Something to the effect of, "I heard somebody in the house and I'm totally freaked out." and walked immediately to the neighbors and rang their bell. They weren't home. I walked back to Belinda's driveway and then I saw the other neighbor pulling into her driveway with her boyfriend. I walked over and introduced myself and told them what had happened. The boyfriend went upstairs and all through the house and didn't see anything or anybody. That made me feel a little better. He told me I should call the cops anyway, so I did. I also called Cathy again from my cell.<br /><br />I sat in the dining room waiting for the police. I swear I heard foosteps above me again. I ran out the front door and the police were coming up the driveway. He went through the entire house, and asked if there were animals. Rex and George, the 2 cats, both came in while the policeman was there, so I know they weren't up there causing that commotion. I would have heard the bells on their collars anyway.<br /><br />I gathered all my things, locked up the doors and left when the police did. I wasn't going to stay there alone. By now I was convinced it was a ghost. Don't care what you think or say. No other explanation in my mind.<br /><br />I called Kim when I was en route home and he told me I needed to call Cathy so she could take a Quija board over there. He told me that Lindy's house was one of the TB houses from the 1920's. Made me feel a lot better... About LEAVING!<br /><br />Well, Cathy called me back. She said that there was static during both of my messages to her, but she could tell I was scared out of my mind. She convinced me to go back and she canceled her plans and stayed the night. She was brave enough to go upstairs, but I wasn't.<br /><br />Lindy's getting <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5645263">Haint Blue </a>paint for Christmas.Granny Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10206787797399198961noreply@blogger.com2