tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19532736152476108982024-02-21T07:18:11.887-08:00a Bit a Bout a Bunchthe stuff that life is made ofUnity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-80793993651681967342008-09-17T07:55:00.000-07:002008-09-17T08:10:16.232-07:0014 years ago...seems like yesterday {most of the time}.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWy42C-yqTK87zPVOb4znLUXg1vqo_6iTHVLf01WAjDNWHWi6DXW6ptAl6a70DhBQ9T4vthvZXVgUH7B9LZhBom7MqVRsJIDH3JVDfwKHRg8byBhjXzasN0XfzeZvCkO3_0eAr-zzTfw/s1600-h/Angela+%26+Chris+1994.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004245173093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWy42C-yqTK87zPVOb4znLUXg1vqo_6iTHVLf01WAjDNWHWi6DXW6ptAl6a70DhBQ9T4vthvZXVgUH7B9LZhBom7MqVRsJIDH3JVDfwKHRg8byBhjXzasN0XfzeZvCkO3_0eAr-zzTfw/s400/Angela+%26+Chris+1994.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>14 years.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>4 kids.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a home.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a business.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>good times.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>friendships.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>love.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>happiness.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>joy.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>comfort.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>YOU and ME.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>together.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>you've treated me like your new bride...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>all these years.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>thank you.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>happy anniversary.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>------------------------------------</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Song Refrain - I luv it!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>...."hard days, good times, blue skies, dark nights baby, I want you to take me ... wherever you're going to maybe say that you'll save me ... a seat next to you..."</em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-18014071826269652322008-09-13T16:09:00.000-07:002008-09-13T17:05:30.317-07:00I just can't get OVER IT!...and a song worth memorizing...for all of us!<div align="center">No I am not loosing it. I know I JUST POSTED this photo....</div><br /><div align="center">HOWEVER</div><br /><div align="center">I was stunned when I took some time to clean up the little chips that fit in my camera and found the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL 2007. </div><br /><div align="center">One teeny tiny year ago....SCROLL DOWN and prepare to be amazed!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDTEMrOu9rlXXx6WruVcGmAwZJaPQxYtMFIyVAP7P-rhR8ZpIHXt4f58og1O1tjDAB4-6d27L4AFsBI4GTfExp_ipAgwLYJujOQMCk07ZpW1GRITAZqkunbWXSJ44pPKVixst88wfNU/s1600-h/Boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245647311503060450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTDTEMrOu9rlXXx6WruVcGmAwZJaPQxYtMFIyVAP7P-rhR8ZpIHXt4f58og1O1tjDAB4-6d27L4AFsBI4GTfExp_ipAgwLYJujOQMCk07ZpW1GRITAZqkunbWXSJ44pPKVixst88wfNU/s400/Boys.jpg" border="0" /></a> LOOK AT LUKE in the TOP Photo - Now look at him ONE YEAR AGO right below!</div><br /><div align="center">What in the world!</div><br /><div align="center">Like a different KID!<br />The boys all changed, but I would have to say LUKE wins the <strong>DRASTIC DIFFERENCE</strong> award!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jNUQuU9P_OQcSXQQOVdF0vRNQZRI96Ep3g0LUVRMRzfucPL_nNFLIad5MuufqYJd-xLUGVVETyzLGf0IgpKAWtWm7W-197Up67wphRjZxE2IfqGOwC_UqMgydtaHjf0acuWwndzPGgU/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245647246108501058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jNUQuU9P_OQcSXQQOVdF0vRNQZRI96Ep3g0LUVRMRzfucPL_nNFLIad5MuufqYJd-xLUGVVETyzLGf0IgpKAWtWm7W-197Up67wphRjZxE2IfqGOwC_UqMgydtaHjf0acuWwndzPGgU/s400/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /></a> I wish that would happen to me! As each year passed I would get taller and skinnier. Wouldn't that be FAB!?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Thought this was a song worth sharing.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A song for my boys.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">May you always know...with certainty that I am behind you 100%, irregardless.</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-47454607354989141302008-09-09T09:36:00.000-07:002008-09-09T10:36:48.921-07:00Family & Friends....Life can't be any better!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">It's Fall!</span></div><div align="center">This calls for Friends & Family gathering at the "Hunting Shack"!</div><div align="center"><strong>{One of my FAVORITE PLACES in the WORLD!}</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUMAQ3fnCvb9WUqSUJa25HBfEYhpVZY7GCLMsfwPgBmMoNAWK-PEG2XSZqV6DPHwJyi7dk3_z6L5Bpx_2IQ_pt7RjldYOKJI7qgwqlwz2M7pWb2SCJLEtb0RpTDh_8wiCta0nrKNsasc/s1600-h/nIC-nANNY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244073729535712594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUMAQ3fnCvb9WUqSUJa25HBfEYhpVZY7GCLMsfwPgBmMoNAWK-PEG2XSZqV6DPHwJyi7dk3_z6L5Bpx_2IQ_pt7RjldYOKJI7qgwqlwz2M7pWb2SCJLEtb0RpTDh_8wiCta0nrKNsasc/s400/nIC-nANNY.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nic</span> and his Nanny getting dinner ready. Beer "Butt" Chicken. I am sure there is a better name for that, but the kids really liked this one!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFqd4s79bFfPOnulWTe5x4QXVXrm9Eiqwo5JYh7uLqGNi0-GKMTrej5ayZK2c-AkqgFeaJX0kIZEcHpYjJJ973jD3ju2fHBXTETfb-g6ZJYny24-fsAEYt0Ju1-lqPACfVxtCX72dDOI/s1600-h/fIRE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244073507500026002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFqd4s79bFfPOnulWTe5x4QXVXrm9Eiqwo5JYh7uLqGNi0-GKMTrej5ayZK2c-AkqgFeaJX0kIZEcHpYjJJ973jD3ju2fHBXTETfb-g6ZJYny24-fsAEYt0Ju1-lqPACfVxtCX72dDOI/s400/fIRE.jpg" border="0" /></a> Campfires and Brothers.What a priceless memory this will be for the boys....<br />"Remember when...." is how the conversation will start in the years to come.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l1gbD5GVt-AkLXnOA1H0x7uNmVbilfoPRlzQBIeCG1o8KXkdpSWR_-zXnyE7UVKYd-cif4wpooQUCp6w162T4PtGZ2V_Qlez9h2RImMzYSZQfXAushLBTW0PE52aKgoq5qd_o-PfNJQ/s1600-h/LUKLE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244073350043615714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l1gbD5GVt-AkLXnOA1H0x7uNmVbilfoPRlzQBIeCG1o8KXkdpSWR_-zXnyE7UVKYd-cif4wpooQUCp6w162T4PtGZ2V_Qlez9h2RImMzYSZQfXAushLBTW0PE52aKgoq5qd_o-PfNJQ/s400/LUKLE.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke measuring up the length of the NEW SHOOTING RANGE DECK! </div><div>Papa gave the family an automatic Clay Pigeon Thrower...</div><div>{I know there is a more technical phrase for that, but it escapes me}<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">So of course a SHOOTING DECK needed to be made!</span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JtC-8jpV99UeT64HAq_72bvmLh2EBgcecLRA9jQpkGelPu6yC2x8LQ3We9DrEdiLei9FJNhU62RFQH347XPC_RLLl9280TjzWEX3EIZqtDY4zAq1HmHYl2C8IJjKFIVqfsyqknrzSnE/s1600-h/Luke-Me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244073166660333810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JtC-8jpV99UeT64HAq_72bvmLh2EBgcecLRA9jQpkGelPu6yC2x8LQ3We9DrEdiLei9FJNhU62RFQH347XPC_RLLl9280TjzWEX3EIZqtDY4zAq1HmHYl2C8IJjKFIVqfsyqknrzSnE/s400/Luke-Me.jpg" border="0" /></a>I got to watch....:)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO78l0MXWObp8PRgo5pChQ76zyYcZq9NZ0kJIzNPb7RMqLx_X1N2YVV3VGiXl9qqlUFDjQCTTUjAcsQoSSXWs_fFQVc22fZW5UdNonzTLbdtlUE6SMsBYboYLRNp4itGhiQEPLLqk_FgI/s1600-h/sAW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244072906664188946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO78l0MXWObp8PRgo5pChQ76zyYcZq9NZ0kJIzNPb7RMqLx_X1N2YVV3VGiXl9qqlUFDjQCTTUjAcsQoSSXWs_fFQVc22fZW5UdNonzTLbdtlUE6SMsBYboYLRNp4itGhiQEPLLqk_FgI/s400/sAW.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chris had to work...but he LOVED every minute as he built is with his BOYS....</div><div>He was so patient and gave the boys the entire class on deck building in ONE WEEKEND!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi528GMaxgVE3t4LPx5jZlJwOCVZ4NN3GgPP7egS37Sy0pQsoP1lqraaqmKDUFnJ2_PT40B0GgrLt5GG0VTBMCKwzrcjVRDxaLoqusn9gbpjJl9RO93sFdQGwul6_dtJbLnuWM_GFUECFw/s1600-h/Building.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244072751937568642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi528GMaxgVE3t4LPx5jZlJwOCVZ4NN3GgPP7egS37Sy0pQsoP1lqraaqmKDUFnJ2_PT40B0GgrLt5GG0VTBMCKwzrcjVRDxaLoqusn9gbpjJl9RO93sFdQGwul6_dtJbLnuWM_GFUECFw/s400/Building.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Persistence</span>...Almost Finished....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvguV8tOZDoukX2QKjFeiEqzgc1xGAw0fYWmLjqXFrQp6exx30OqvY3GMbW1ivPr_IDu_i4iK0OX4IsdMpLl-ZSiXrk4vza7fT0LvB6Vsc-HzNwThzbOc9TR7VtD062jZuMQEBuwJQbk/s1600-h/lUKE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244072598200764722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvguV8tOZDoukX2QKjFeiEqzgc1xGAw0fYWmLjqXFrQp6exx30OqvY3GMbW1ivPr_IDu_i4iK0OX4IsdMpLl-ZSiXrk4vza7fT0LvB6Vsc-HzNwThzbOc9TR7VtD062jZuMQEBuwJQbk/s400/lUKE.jpg" border="0" /></a> Putting the final touches on the NECESSARY Uniqueness of the deck via Papa!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFldqRVfxSDW4HSPCBl_4x1WUSyXCe0qy8S1In48qYcD5EwzSBBVwK6W0oWrMl_reFEDLWL8i6gM50V8ovfoWDKhkGWUj9xXXvWO3nXJbOraIQ9YBMbP275Eni0GQCeTEGtyiJ7qhe280/s1600-h/cHRIS-jAMES.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244072446802317506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFldqRVfxSDW4HSPCBl_4x1WUSyXCe0qy8S1In48qYcD5EwzSBBVwK6W0oWrMl_reFEDLWL8i6gM50V8ovfoWDKhkGWUj9xXXvWO3nXJbOraIQ9YBMbP275Eni0GQCeTEGtyiJ7qhe280/s400/cHRIS-jAMES.jpg" border="0" /></a> James learning "Screw Gun" Basics. They were all SO MUCH HELP!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-CowFt6b8V_51gro50pTmciCux6_VxNEWWS5Dz2HsB47lhJYw-ufw0VRTb22b_uJ4aYcfJFbcmYkXQ-m15vSpr_99aKchg6ruDhML5Eic1ixssoETxPUUCRWBevZt-5wLIOAZ_B8kWQ/s1600-h/4-BOYS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244072270168355090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-CowFt6b8V_51gro50pTmciCux6_VxNEWWS5Dz2HsB47lhJYw-ufw0VRTb22b_uJ4aYcfJFbcmYkXQ-m15vSpr_99aKchg6ruDhML5Eic1ixssoETxPUUCRWBevZt-5wLIOAZ_B8kWQ/s400/4-BOYS.jpg" border="0" /></a> Little Superman just played with his army guys all day, but IT WAS NECESSARY to put him in the PHOTO, of course! He WAS part of the day <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">after all</span>!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXCNH2EpnRBuaPAkHdvx9nHyzFHzloHrhMQ7eJ0zNWcmRIyfUU-EU2c2t4-3qPAGS3DSWZJYivVGikliTfupdIGJl-JFZN5ziQP2Qp3SsjriCxCjZHS75-20fEonDgMDrG6Rd2HvbbnI/s1600-h/aLL-dONE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244072110915739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXCNH2EpnRBuaPAkHdvx9nHyzFHzloHrhMQ7eJ0zNWcmRIyfUU-EU2c2t4-3qPAGS3DSWZJYivVGikliTfupdIGJl-JFZN5ziQP2Qp3SsjriCxCjZHS75-20fEonDgMDrG6Rd2HvbbnI/s400/aLL-dONE.jpg" border="0" /></a> Voila! Ready to spruce up the SHOOTING SKILLS!</div><div>That will take place THIS WEEKEND! Stay Tuned!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqurQTqAII2PBYv_iFZQ1sPw3udir3AEpCGAbJiMXVehMRTPA_orW6m3aUJ4sao-WPI2nA8UkqHLg5var84hOWcwKfIw8XLNxNSMhPwdrJ8ASe3jdt_cZ3zrgmsWZJJ-jT_0DP5fOncc/s1600-h/Sawyer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071931407098882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqurQTqAII2PBYv_iFZQ1sPw3udir3AEpCGAbJiMXVehMRTPA_orW6m3aUJ4sao-WPI2nA8UkqHLg5var84hOWcwKfIw8XLNxNSMhPwdrJ8ASe3jdt_cZ3zrgmsWZJJ-jT_0DP5fOncc/s400/Sawyer.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sawyer.First Grade. Adorable. I think.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b3Yf5EWjTbZCMcU9eOMLQprunsmGptvr6BkOknrJ0MTtjBYJXyAOAlZ_pyD-H0iumO4x32wXL2Z4t3yfHujFStew2I5uBmdBJIUbRjIabSyKMwGiHStF262OiFRjH9INKfzAWdJIo7k/s1600-h/Boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071836423573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b3Yf5EWjTbZCMcU9eOMLQprunsmGptvr6BkOknrJ0MTtjBYJXyAOAlZ_pyD-H0iumO4x32wXL2Z4t3yfHujFStew2I5uBmdBJIUbRjIabSyKMwGiHStF262OiFRjH9INKfzAWdJIo7k/s400/Boys.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke looking a WEE BIT OLDER this year, don't you think?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nic</span> still holding out the HEIGHT award, not to mention the boy has some STYLE. Love it!</div><div>James, my little FOOTBALL STAR.</div><div>...and Sawyer, finally running with the big guys!<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJaO1o5gxhSZIWo7b2PHN7KlBc8MUS4TcqJZ74j9Y6Xxf7M5FB-y6VxeNPr8-TDhyphenhyphenfkgzGrJbsgZ405W7o5ALEmrOWoMncwsHexu5_xseX6Wy0FUnbN3se994wj-jV3zYv6wbAd0MfKk/s1600-h/Girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071289583830818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJaO1o5gxhSZIWo7b2PHN7KlBc8MUS4TcqJZ74j9Y6Xxf7M5FB-y6VxeNPr8-TDhyphenhyphenfkgzGrJbsgZ405W7o5ALEmrOWoMncwsHexu5_xseX6Wy0FUnbN3se994wj-jV3zYv6wbAd0MfKk/s400/Girls.jpg" border="0" /></a> More Hunting Shack Memories. </div><div>These are my girls. </div><div>Some friends are missing in the photo...but there are a ton more weekends to come!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBzH8lOaIG9wUqee5e-41GvY-kvn4IIg2E2Cls0PTTT2IVoa5ubRSwWeJhec66c2vcbKvlikySsP2Toi_wyofnCOcBY7JjJrSnc7VRagIFO7JFVcZEcTcnEkwa17hg_YL9Zb4Zk6s-C0/s1600-h/Sofia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071192155527218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBzH8lOaIG9wUqee5e-41GvY-kvn4IIg2E2Cls0PTTT2IVoa5ubRSwWeJhec66c2vcbKvlikySsP2Toi_wyofnCOcBY7JjJrSnc7VRagIFO7JFVcZEcTcnEkwa17hg_YL9Zb4Zk6s-C0/s400/Sofia.jpg" border="0" /></a> What a sweetie! Love those baby BLUES!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChFKGiCdeO7f8ZOjKlvIGYESQTdTaYbW-W0TYxI4ac_8gJX2BNUMkLO2qxeAOAYtrSID_viriloqO8wQ0kHqNbuSPsXZ3AaSoWSpGq7hSNhOB_tpF5P-Rk58t5trh0hgxUXE29NH8U4I/s1600-h/DSC03980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063642414564402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChFKGiCdeO7f8ZOjKlvIGYESQTdTaYbW-W0TYxI4ac_8gJX2BNUMkLO2qxeAOAYtrSID_viriloqO8wQ0kHqNbuSPsXZ3AaSoWSpGq7hSNhOB_tpF5P-Rk58t5trh0hgxUXE29NH8U4I/s400/DSC03980.JPG" border="0" /></a> Classic "Angela" move. Bumping <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Broman's</span> Drink all over the front of his shirt! Some "Boss"!</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Love these memories!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-60883789278584824052008-08-09T10:19:00.001-07:002008-08-09T10:41:50.461-07:00A day on the lake....the 5 of us! WE MISS YOU NIC!<div align="center">Can you see why it is called GREEN LAKE? </div><div align="center">It is not because it is dirty and dingy I can tell you that much! </div><div align="center">It is a beautiful GREEN color and it matches this boys eyes just perfectly!</div><div align="center">This is James UNDER the Pontoon. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdMEpM6i2ZcyWAD63p6kggmVzZgYzcH2kp2ePcgZB3aRkKtXVXc9lo8EEI4ts8TbKc8OoAAf7wH6y5IVAMBeoqQFkeve06bWuBibRGj2gLIoZ0-MWCETD59oPNS1U5IHgRrRtkOFBMl0/s1600-h/DSC03649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232571436750995426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdMEpM6i2ZcyWAD63p6kggmVzZgYzcH2kp2ePcgZB3aRkKtXVXc9lo8EEI4ts8TbKc8OoAAf7wH6y5IVAMBeoqQFkeve06bWuBibRGj2gLIoZ0-MWCETD59oPNS1U5IHgRrRtkOFBMl0/s400/DSC03649.JPG" border="0" /></a> Due to the fact I am spending a TON of time at Unity this boy is pretty much attached at the hip to me ALL WEEKEND. I don't mind.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUeJd1jt3vgrvGnrVyTlt7msoi1EYtSRDsgcrlRkBWsNcZyvvAh8NgSLzixoUex8IpWiFN9j73GYwcnn69RN5Y-wIBmZ7GWDU8BHJCNa5eAUlwuF8k0sW__yO4nuIYPScRwFhW7eVYkY/s1600-h/DSC03614.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232571140369477826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUeJd1jt3vgrvGnrVyTlt7msoi1EYtSRDsgcrlRkBWsNcZyvvAh8NgSLzixoUex8IpWiFN9j73GYwcnn69RN5Y-wIBmZ7GWDU8BHJCNa5eAUlwuF8k0sW__yO4nuIYPScRwFhW7eVYkY/s400/DSC03614.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Those two on the left look NOTHING like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">each other</span>.......NOT! Chris and the boys had some "fun in the sun" together. The water was warm and wonderful!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyIgiPhMdIEnoTCPatjToFjDdMZP8MUfBUmOK6Y8ATtRCS9uPpMVjAF0d5b9LR5gKp5bDGvXu6KcBsgvhXYvJe-OtzjNyd4Kiiv30ZynwLPf6d4WVHCCLJQG78AIdLmDoJQNAmTWmrYyY/s1600-h/DSC03632.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232570802898973074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyIgiPhMdIEnoTCPatjToFjDdMZP8MUfBUmOK6Y8ATtRCS9uPpMVjAF0d5b9LR5gKp5bDGvXu6KcBsgvhXYvJe-OtzjNyd4Kiiv30ZynwLPf6d4WVHCCLJQG78AIdLmDoJQNAmTWmrYyY/s400/DSC03632.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The infamous HAT! Here is Luke just hanging on the pontoon while the other boys were hanging out in the lake. Eventually he laid on the back of the pontoon soaking up the sun. James had to poke a little fun at him saying: "Luke, you are such a girl". Too funny!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uMBOqqp6VsfZUMmcrgeFJO_3Oe7XfKLt-1PxxkebKW_7UrjM3O99dJycVC87tbSTplaLU_lFgwJklBFWtW0wtkIAEhe-Yvg2yNbpiFFL4uZ6q7IM1khrAzyoEZf1U8_DG8Wt2XvEQg4/s1600-h/DSC03617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232570566576376290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uMBOqqp6VsfZUMmcrgeFJO_3Oe7XfKLt-1PxxkebKW_7UrjM3O99dJycVC87tbSTplaLU_lFgwJklBFWtW0wtkIAEhe-Yvg2yNbpiFFL4uZ6q7IM1khrAzyoEZf1U8_DG8Wt2XvEQg4/s400/DSC03617.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />James full of energy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv018RBNyg8V7ujJO4WYLEP1dOsVk4dsUocYblM_3fXn-q3FsxPeZhLaAhdSdOVjsDrr_xpaP2N4oXm_SPWa1T-SzvIJFqATXCJaRJ0s2ZDNITYwBNlLF8yjRmFBVjhvgP11jydPPxOEM/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232570299820285890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv018RBNyg8V7ujJO4WYLEP1dOsVk4dsUocYblM_3fXn-q3FsxPeZhLaAhdSdOVjsDrr_xpaP2N4oXm_SPWa1T-SzvIJFqATXCJaRJ0s2ZDNITYwBNlLF8yjRmFBVjhvgP11jydPPxOEM/s400/DSC03648.JPG" border="0" /></a> It took a little convincing, but once the little guy was in the water, there was no getting him out!<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcq_yF1x_P7724h9SjT9Kqoj5jUEIjyc_Ck6UigdxRtCfenUUpbD1NjPjHK38mhIaCwG5nQJQn-UvbT6qXzV37A9CxiCCz7eBhotsNuySsmWHDHpjiN5NPrCpLBapErEluybuvjTIGnf0/s1600-h/DSC03651+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232569578046783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcq_yF1x_P7724h9SjT9Kqoj5jUEIjyc_Ck6UigdxRtCfenUUpbD1NjPjHK38mhIaCwG5nQJQn-UvbT6qXzV37A9CxiCCz7eBhotsNuySsmWHDHpjiN5NPrCpLBapErEluybuvjTIGnf0/s400/DSC03651+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a>My Guy and Me. I love these summer days! Right in my back yard is the best summer vacation EVER! We are so blessed!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xSak2IM_6qAZnD2DfAKDbUBL1eJmDE4FNzMfMf5YtsAptjj27NMELDl_1tEoKSOUAxSNUVycaF69WhEuqGPTqUxbp36fi_7yF1Fsy2P3s3ESnZH8WrptSDE0SDVw8NtA6t7m11x5V7o/s1600-h/DSC03650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232569261723070786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xSak2IM_6qAZnD2DfAKDbUBL1eJmDE4FNzMfMf5YtsAptjj27NMELDl_1tEoKSOUAxSNUVycaF69WhEuqGPTqUxbp36fi_7yF1Fsy2P3s3ESnZH8WrptSDE0SDVw8NtA6t7m11x5V7o/s400/DSC03650.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enjoy your day. May the simple things bring you happiness!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-16637016082927485012008-08-01T15:09:00.001-07:002008-08-01T15:27:31.906-07:00Time to start UPDATING...DAILY! Take a peek!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">So much to be proud of....</span></div><div align="center">Look at my Nic! His FIRST big Salmon, and guess what the boy did? He sent it to his dad! For his BIRTHDAY! How FABULOUS is that? He is coming home in only 2 weeks! He has been gone for a month! Ahhhh....ALASKA....I am so proud of him!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5USrdUMN2uRQs-drNZsnVW4mKL4S82qMmNHI3XlZTHHKzJKvxOYJ8_kNSWA31LnH8RVihEHRHK1jtzsAsuwW29bq7Ry2yPOX9yFQ9ukMwmf0DaWcdO0IKf-sUPlJMhaqtPQIM6IQa4lk/s1600-h/100_0236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229675951151411330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5USrdUMN2uRQs-drNZsnVW4mKL4S82qMmNHI3XlZTHHKzJKvxOYJ8_kNSWA31LnH8RVihEHRHK1jtzsAsuwW29bq7Ry2yPOX9yFQ9ukMwmf0DaWcdO0IKf-sUPlJMhaqtPQIM6IQa4lk/s400/100_0236.JPG" border="0" /></a> Nic and his Salmon....HOORAY!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgT3B9n7iH8TNSaL93bdvU2TYq1H1TpESWWZQurN8eUrwA5WGS3WMfDvme8S_HmnPNzPlqjrj3Jxpbs15Ivcv_WaCnZSt7z8laEy6xcl6R57asJktAFb8MCsLDBIn6l67cc1PPhNU5-4/s1600-h/DSC03496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229675278279201954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgT3B9n7iH8TNSaL93bdvU2TYq1H1TpESWWZQurN8eUrwA5WGS3WMfDvme8S_HmnPNzPlqjrj3Jxpbs15Ivcv_WaCnZSt7z8laEy6xcl6R57asJktAFb8MCsLDBIn6l67cc1PPhNU5-4/s400/DSC03496.JPG" border="0" /></a> Where did he get those GREEN EYES? Love Em! This is our boy James at his very last baseball game of the summer. He is a champ, the kid has an arm - I'm telling ya! This was not his night - he injured it a bit...When you golf for 8 hours a day, it could get a little difficult to throw a fast ball in the evening. GEEZ! The kid is busy....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Life is not slowing down - the days are melting into one another, although you won't hear me complaining. I love every moment {well...most of them anyway}....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I am going to try to update this thing daily! Check back soon!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>"Do not fear what may happen tomorrow. The same loving Father who cares for you today will care for you tomorrow and everyday. Either he will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace then and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginings."</strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">St. Francis de Sales<br /></span><br />LOVE THAT!</div><div align="center">Weekend ahead looks YUMMY! </div><div align="center">Join us! </div><div align="center">We will be out Saturday Evening! </div><div align="center">GOOD TIMES!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">OH! Happy Birthday Big Brother! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">THE BIG 39 Today!!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">YOU ARE THE BEST! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"> LOVE YOU TONS!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-58544737200687949212008-06-21T08:12:00.000-07:002008-06-21T10:17:37.906-07:00one moment long....I was in my forum at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Splitcoast, </span>there is a conversation going based on a sweet mother that is so tired because she was up with her little one in the middle of the night. Bless her - those are long nights. I think someone could easily write a parenting book called "3 am". These days I don't miss 3 am, but I am grateful for 12 am. That is curfew. I am consistently in awe of the comfort the door opening and closing at that hour brings. (typically) I don't worry while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nic</span> is gone, my faith is strong and I stay in a postive state of mind...but I will admit I am always relieved to hear his voice say "I'm home, mom...goodnight."<br /><br />These days life doesn't slow down. Each time my children leave the house I swear they come back 1 inch taller. Luke arrived home from camp yesterday. The door to Unity opened and in he walked after a week at Bible Camp. He gave me a big hug - and proclaimed the enjoyment of his week looking <em>down </em>at me as he spoke. I stepped back , listening to this tall handsome 13 year old tell of the memories he had made, I fell in love <strong>with that moment.</strong> I felt so proud. That boy...I adore him.<br /><br />James has left our home for the week as well. He is full speed ahead, that one. He is not content unless he is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">movin</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">groovin</span>. He camps this week with friends, next week with bible camp, and the week after with his family. Dare I think he may appreciate being home after that? It is highly unlikely. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Livin</span> it up, that kid is. I won't stop him for a moment though. What a gift to be that in love with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">livin</span> life. Takes after his Dad. Social. On the move.<br /><br />Then we have the little one. He still is around keeping his mama company. This may be the very reason I appreciate the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Independence</span> of the older boys. Sawyer = 4 children. I never knew 1 small boy could have so many questions, stories and thoughts to share. He <strong><em>never</em></strong> stops talking.<br /><br />I know that this lifetime really is one moment long. All the memories will be tied up into one simple moment one simple feeling. Love. I am so filled with that emotion I sometimes feel as though my heart may burst. To have been given so many opportunities to love. I can't even believe it! The very best part? It will only get better. I just can't wait!Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-3608560368686117412008-06-16T20:09:00.001-07:002008-06-16T20:22:53.037-07:00The CAMERA did not come out BUT...<div align="center">The food, laughs and golf clubs did! We had a story book Father's Day. Who gets to do that? We are so blessed. Our day consisted of being surrounded by <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ahhhhh</span>....family.</em> It was pure comfort, pure fun, perfect memories. The good Lord has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> blessed us immensely. To top off the celebration we received the wonderful word that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Magnuson</span> Family is growing by yet one more....NO! It is not me! I should say the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mateja</span> Family so as not to scare anyone! Chris's sister Jessica is having a NEW BABY in December. Does life get <strong>any</strong> better? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So Father's Day arrived and departed in perfect fashion. We enjoyed life. We enjoyed one another. We took a moment...all together in prayer and pronounce how <em>amazing</em> this life really is. The simple miracles that are found in simple moments are nothing short of splendid. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I watched my husband's face, decorated with a handsome "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">perma</span>-grin" all day long. What a blessing to share my life with a man who enjoys life so very much. You can sense it. Just being in his presence it is simply evident. His eyes sparkle. I love that. I love him. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">To the amazing men in my life that call themselves DAD - Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-33875723714083767322008-06-12T21:19:00.001-07:002008-06-12T21:50:08.368-07:00A bit of rambling....I am watching my son put chicken patties on buns for his buddies. Several of them have taken over my basement. He gathered the assembled sandwiches, set them on top of one another and passed them out accordingly. They are all waiting patiently for The Hulk midnight showing to begin, and I am wondering why in the world I told them they could go! Now I have to prop toothpicks in my eyelids and manage to stay awake till the movie is complete.<br /><br />Nic comes home from Lake Beauty Bible Camp tomorrow. He has been there since Sunday. I miss him terribly and I have no idea how I will cope with the boy leaving us for the summer. He is going to be working at a fish camp in Alaska for 6 weeks. He is the sort of child that will take every moment out of that experience that he can. It will be amazing, his mama will just need to learn to cope. He is beyond excited to start his adventure. Nothing like bidding farewell and taking on the adventure of a lifetime at a mere 16 years of age.<br /><br />Life is as I have always dreamed. Sure we still take our bumps along the road but as I sit and ponder the circumstances that surround us, I feel extremely blessed. We all have our health, we all have our dreams, yet we are content.<br /><br />Enjoy your life....make sure you add that to your "To Do" list, because really - THAT is what it is all about!Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-78302808773214844942008-06-04T21:54:00.000-07:002008-06-04T22:28:46.372-07:00Ahhh...to turn 6 on the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjss9n5yYvRqnnhH-eAIzrSgGxV7FcNqrrIaIvZcK3gQCro8cy5yW5jm4YBHyzKTP4mix_DWi5VMOU4WJwGq6PmluiBNeYWOLrZlUbpMIkzOyTPZCKarmgQZ2DrFZKcGdBUQ1rRWa7vrmk/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208256393886318498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjss9n5yYvRqnnhH-eAIzrSgGxV7FcNqrrIaIvZcK3gQCro8cy5yW5jm4YBHyzKTP4mix_DWi5VMOU4WJwGq6PmluiBNeYWOLrZlUbpMIkzOyTPZCKarmgQZ2DrFZKcGdBUQ1rRWa7vrmk/s400/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" /></a> My baby boy is 6.</div><br /><div align="center">The freckles, the look of excitement and wonder, the part in the hair, the knowledge that indeed the entire world DOES revolve around just YOU for an entire day?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So this is the year I used to contemplate in my mind. One leaves kindergarten and becomes officially in GRADE SCHOOL, one leaves GRADE SCHOOL and enters MIDDLE SCHOOL, one leaves MIDDLE SCHOOL and enters JUNIOR HIGH and one leaves JUNIOR HIGH and enters SENIOR HIGH! Wow, am I seriously the LUCKIEST gal in the world or WHAT?! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I am launching a HUGE new business, watching my boys grow by leaps and bounds, loving each and every step of the way. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I will be honest, in my weakest of moments I wonder "Who I think I am" to handle all of it, but that normally only happens when I am informed I have one child going to TWO different bible camps on the SAME DATES, or when MY FAMILY is one of the ONLY ONES that are not pictured in the church directory, and then sometimes I get a little overwhelmed when I am shopping for BIRTHDAY gifts 1 hour prior to the 6 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">olds</span> arrival home from his last day of kindergarten....other than that (and the condition of my laundry room) I typically have it ALL TOGETHER! What can I say? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hope you Enjoy your Day!</div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-17384717013713682342008-06-02T17:59:00.001-07:002008-06-02T19:01:49.647-07:00Brand New Boy....GUY?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoB_Hd5RmpWBFwwxBxFxWuIktdG3pB-XsHRtuuD1m_Fvk3J8bSaYeJCaiwEFB5qX8anBD6btJalUD15EVbOnVasm9ZGVAb7Pj01UKcyeq6keMH8BHS-5j0s8iV0G68aY0rfiCV7pgC5E/s1600-h/DSC02756.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207454211478920178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoB_Hd5RmpWBFwwxBxFxWuIktdG3pB-XsHRtuuD1m_Fvk3J8bSaYeJCaiwEFB5qX8anBD6btJalUD15EVbOnVasm9ZGVAb7Pj01UKcyeq6keMH8BHS-5j0s8iV0G68aY0rfiCV7pgC5E/s400/DSC02756.JPG" border="0" /></a> Before....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPebkIfAJnwWcKTPDbenAjHgEBmzpo1mzOnadiXeKhsKMj0NDmuhgXcAV8f5StFwTXYCYHbSJlmcaEVIF5pzhh8nYwGwp3iMoB509N0BkyqyEles0H5L_HrN3z1EFqWSIYOsptONSqu-Y/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207453839671981090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPebkIfAJnwWcKTPDbenAjHgEBmzpo1mzOnadiXeKhsKMj0NDmuhgXcAV8f5StFwTXYCYHbSJlmcaEVIF5pzhh8nYwGwp3iMoB509N0BkyqyEles0H5L_HrN3z1EFqWSIYOsptONSqu-Y/s400/DSC03093.JPG" border="0" /></a>...... <strong>AFTER!</strong><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This kid is not looking like a "kid" so much anymore! Saturday we were sitting in the back yard of our friends house watching the guys build a garage. Luke walks outside, sits in the chair next to me and says..."OK, it's time to cut it ALL OFF." My friend Sabrina just HAPPENS to be a hair dresser and without hesitation the scissors came out and the cutting began. This boy has not had hair this short since he was in 4th grade! He is now going into 8th grade looking like a Senior. Standing nearly 6 ft tall, he is literally shooting up before my eyes. I am so proud of him. Luke is amazing! The kid (guy, whatever) has a heart of gold and I am consistently proud of the person he is becoming day by day.</span> </span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:75;">------------- </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:75;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of person's character lies in their own hands."</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Anne Frank</span><br /><span style="font-size:50;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:50;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><br /></em><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:50;"></span></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-73989930678361108962008-05-06T07:38:00.000-07:002008-05-06T07:39:45.022-07:00No Accidents...<div align="center">Love this!</div><div align="center">My friend, Sabrina sent it to my inbox - Thanks Sabrina! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>If it's appeared on your life radar, this is why: to teach you that dreams come true; to reveal that you have the power to fix what's broken and heal what hurts; to catapult you beyond seeing with just your physical senses; and to lift the veils that have kept you from seeing that you're already the person you dreamed you'd become. </em></strong><strong><em></div><div align="center"><br />And believe me, that was one heck of a dream.</em></strong> </div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-29975214246886812392008-04-24T13:34:00.001-07:002008-04-24T14:28:49.779-07:00Memories for a year on the 25th!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkaHsdc0dlY4vXGy2RfN5O7bgxMehf6csJCuqXHZc76TkHRR8XunSG98UbtbFTAEHnPNVZux9wuEOLDFE00NITA9NTOS7XRBq6JdnUAIG-JFEfg6A5Ge0irfgAXdV74qP4SZNSq3LVbs/s1600-h/2438296613_a904d3dbf1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192913131509171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkaHsdc0dlY4vXGy2RfN5O7bgxMehf6csJCuqXHZc76TkHRR8XunSG98UbtbFTAEHnPNVZux9wuEOLDFE00NITA9NTOS7XRBq6JdnUAIG-JFEfg6A5Ge0irfgAXdV74qP4SZNSq3LVbs/s400/2438296613_a904d3dbf1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Christi Snow, Design Team Member for Unity had this on her blog. It intrigued me so I followed the link. I found this SPLENDID idea <a href="http://www.shimelle.com/classes/331/all-systems-go?commented=1#c004155">here</a>. Shimelle is a genius and<em> I am all game! </em>Take a peek at her blog, she will even send you a reminder when the 25th is approaching! If you are in, leave a comment below so I know who's blog will have some eye candy around the 25th of each month! FUN STUFF!<br /><br /></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-58600250374410367762008-04-21T09:51:00.000-07:002008-04-21T10:26:25.652-07:00After 40 years....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRUe2xIktSmQDcDM22-BBC1_h3_IeK944eipGS_TcuZhXKfGpCBjke2KUMUWOWGq8ylw9pJFMNghMrgaUmF3rwmEy54c4k59b5nnHCKrkzchkv2aEfpPg_GeIefUQrR7eQYC9TIpqwRQ/s1600-h/DSC02659.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191747197435401106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRUe2xIktSmQDcDM22-BBC1_h3_IeK944eipGS_TcuZhXKfGpCBjke2KUMUWOWGq8ylw9pJFMNghMrgaUmF3rwmEy54c4k59b5nnHCKrkzchkv2aEfpPg_GeIefUQrR7eQYC9TIpqwRQ/s400/DSC02659.JPG" border="0" /></a> You can eat like a King & Queen courtesy of the children you have cooked for all your life....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPX3qk_-ozkopv18FmPy34QNpaAbX5ZCpVYpgxwG7IdhsPCx9plZqdl2eHyFd9c_m88yOm1Ptz7nt33ft7wUh7ou1F8dtodt43-ZbS8CMUOEwp7gEk8xwYhxBfcTA49oZZ4LhkuZ2UggE/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191745724261618546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPX3qk_-ozkopv18FmPy34QNpaAbX5ZCpVYpgxwG7IdhsPCx9plZqdl2eHyFd9c_m88yOm1Ptz7nt33ft7wUh7ou1F8dtodt43-ZbS8CMUOEwp7gEk8xwYhxBfcTA49oZZ4LhkuZ2UggE/s400/DSC02670.JPG" border="0" /></a>.....you can enjoy grandchildren that ADORE <em>you</em> but may be a teenie bit jealous of one another(Sawyer was eyeing cousin Jackson on his brothers lap.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QFDdFQPBrbf6KvsUrRWQZ5OMoHwu6nlXq8yt4-Ubmg9PhrvM9v9PvSyeTF5DfU8511ISE-Qi3g1xzS2CPH00SOUI3i6k4J54oiM97VftRiBa98qKxQ_vjzI_foR3HQiCADSZodU3AxM/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191745238930314082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QFDdFQPBrbf6KvsUrRWQZ5OMoHwu6nlXq8yt4-Ubmg9PhrvM9v9PvSyeTF5DfU8511ISE-Qi3g1xzS2CPH00SOUI3i6k4J54oiM97VftRiBa98qKxQ_vjzI_foR3HQiCADSZodU3AxM/s400/DSC02668.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />...you love one another dearly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwfAQHYoCfDdxIyoOePpS3BnR0ZlohyOd-4O_yk8fRvshdl80xjECBOyt6KzshG1uKA7UgC-h6ztCL3GUrbeQOuFRFy8WoPTQaM1OHXh_qPRJ2EgHxSzDWrjXzLLNe3VRdh_nmz3rv9c/s1600-h/DSC02638.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRmZnz5YQ6132t3mRaIzI12hVDtENIka_EpQ3a6-F6iyUrgqlRYITOHF3FULd2PasBxxFez2mEMM-dRjstzSKcCHx_fe6faHYL8ZWHKDfsYZ_8RvCJa7hVed8ux7xDlIUluzz7kjBZAM/s1600-h/DSC02638.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jycAVqbi28nr55yru3-A249gL6EcsGxIlBGktRa5adxJrBT-y5iHCVatfLpZixtCilmOS6ZypOKLBQAm9kvPl9ynMKiatwwlb6Nl12QyHvdjKA5UTNmDV7IqNFPUbFH4rMs5L9FlLLo/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743267540325154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jycAVqbi28nr55yru3-A249gL6EcsGxIlBGktRa5adxJrBT-y5iHCVatfLpZixtCilmOS6ZypOKLBQAm9kvPl9ynMKiatwwlb6Nl12QyHvdjKA5UTNmDV7IqNFPUbFH4rMs5L9FlLLo/s400/DSC02634.JPG" border="0" /></a> ...you inspire, and in return <em><strong>we love you dearly</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgoZO4ZsbzAd1-5fUOFlZeQpnpM0a3hufwfFeli8FXqZgR2plMvPLo-EPBKIbhxBKw-TvuROmXMtE9u8_6A14hN1LU83mi3uDqG9i9CYrCxGtfHYX99msQVlJZ7jyAKNBgzNRaSzOuCo/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191743031317123858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIgoZO4ZsbzAd1-5fUOFlZeQpnpM0a3hufwfFeli8FXqZgR2plMvPLo-EPBKIbhxBKw-TvuROmXMtE9u8_6A14hN1LU83mi3uDqG9i9CYrCxGtfHYX99msQVlJZ7jyAKNBgzNRaSzOuCo/s400/DSC02633.JPG" border="0" /></a> ...you are used to the bear hugs of my hubby<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vk8Qud5LTxPzKlHuHCLmp330vGVHcRtkV4_19vrTYitsjof9U19lEgngrwNEFTtBnWyl6EK6pc4jl_ELt4FfpPFx1GUghsh9chXct-jM2RiPvn4SEJZsayer4GAjybN9dTJhwfjeG90/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191742679129805570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vk8Qud5LTxPzKlHuHCLmp330vGVHcRtkV4_19vrTYitsjof9U19lEgngrwNEFTtBnWyl6EK6pc4jl_ELt4FfpPFx1GUghsh9chXct-jM2RiPvn4SEJZsayer4GAjybN9dTJhwfjeG90/s400/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />....you make us look forward to <em>our </em>future together.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>simple love</div><div>so much appreciated</div><div>thank you dad & mom.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-19200867721617260602008-04-19T19:35:00.000-07:002008-04-20T06:01:00.648-07:00Why am I cleaning cupboards?!We are on the verge of releasing at Unity...10 days to go...why am I cleaning cupboards?! <em><strong>Maybe</strong></em> because there is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tupperware</span>, color crayons, play dough, pans, plates and dish towels in cupboard #1 - and as I open the next we have grape nuts, coffee filters, red hots, plates, bowls, a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hershey</span> bar and coffee saucers. What in the world?! THIS is what happens when you find it important that the entire family "help out" - even the 5 year old. Laugh. I sometimes wish that kicking things to the side DID qualify as suitable means of clean up - or how about the whole "out of sight, out of mind I'll just stick it in ....HERE" thought process? Anyone have individuals in their home with that mode of thinking? My personality tends to be on the laid back side and I can live with a little dis-order - but when I decide to clean, <strong>I clean.</strong> Nothing half hearted about it. When I was little, I remember being sent to my room to tidy up, and I literally would pull <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">everything</span> out of it's place and start FRESH. <strong>I still do that.</strong> It's a lengthy process, but when I am finished things sparkle! So as I sit in my "sparkly" living room, I have a keen little sense of accomplishment - it will last all of 2 days. The female to male ratio in my house is 6 to 1 - A consistent tidy environment is nearly impossible, I have been brought to the "dark side" of messiness. I often refer to my house as a snow globe that has been shaken and set down. I beg you, call before you come.<br /><br />Life at Unity is <em>exciting!</em> I am being contacted by so many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">significantly</span> relevant people in this industry with support regarding our new mounting system. I am going to stay silent with specifics. I can tell you it is BIG and it is EXCITING - our dreams are manifesting on a daily basis. As I look through my journal & even go back to the beginning of this blog I note all the quotes, and words of inspiration that I have been drawing from for months. I am a devout advocate of positivity, faith, and taking responsibility for the life you are living. I have been studying faith & spirituality from every angle for years - I love the place it has brought me in this lifetime, each and everyday I wake up with warm sense of contentment with where I am, yet excitement for where I am going.<br /><br />I have a request in on my Unity blog for people to leave RANDOM or AMAZING facts about themselves. I thought I would take a moment to list a few "randoms" about ME.<br /><br /><ol><li>3 of my 4 babies were born nearly 10lbs & every single one was 23 inches long. </li><li>I love to FiSH! Sunfish are my favorite. On any given warm sunny day a fishing rod, nightcrawlers and a fishing boat is considered prime entertainment.</li><li>Last March we became the "Cub Foods" family. Television showcased the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Magnuson's</span> in a local grocery store commercial filmed in Minneapolis. My kids still get grief at school...not to mention the slack we take when caught grocery shopping at Super <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Walmart</span>! </li><li>I move my furniture around about every 3 months, DRIVES Chris NUTS! (thanks for the reminder Susan, i guess that is a little random - not EVERYONE does that, do they?)</li></ol><p>Big day of cooking tomorrow! It is not every day your parents celebrate 40 years together! </p><p align="center">Inspirational Quotes that I love, courtesy of Mr. Albert Einstein:</p><p align="center"><strong>"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science."</strong></p><p align="center"><em>"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."</em> </p><p align="center"><strong>"</strong><a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px" href="http://quotes.gaia.com/Albert_Einstein"></a><strong>If at first an idea isn't absurd, there's no hope for it."</strong></p><p align="center"><em>"Imagination is more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">important</span> than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."</em></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-71350623848546472652008-04-15T18:13:00.000-07:002008-04-15T19:25:15.374-07:00Time for an addition....This very minute we are sitting in our living room. 7 of us. It's cozy, we will just put it that way. Bringing Kyle into our home has been nothing less than <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pleasant</span>. He is still a little distant and I can see there is some deep thought going on, but overall it has brought the best out of everyone. The boys are all sincerely happy that he is here. He can stay - as long as he wants. He is a great kid. I am proud of him - he has managed to keep his flair AND follow our rules. He is respectful and kind, and fits in with the rest of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Magnuson</span> clan. Now it is time for an addition. One more bedroom, and a dining room is in order. Looking forward to accomplishing that in the near future...it is beyond time.<br /><br />We are SUPER busy at Unity! Our pad printer has arrived and the images that it imprints on our stamps are <em>incredible. </em>We have some tuning up to do and within days we will be able to consistently complete each and every order that comes in. We are running a small night shift to keep up with the demand. We have 9 saws running, cutting our images with perfection. High quality is key for the success of Unity - our product is beautiful. I couldn't be happier with the way everything is coming together.<br /><br />Now, the only thing missing in my life is MY MOTHER. That little absence will be filled tomorrow. She is FINALLY coming home from Florida. I miss her terribly and it will be splendid to have her back in Minnesota. Sunday my parents will celebrate their 40<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> wedding anniversary. How fabulous is that?! Chris and I are going to cook a gourmet dinner in celebration of the occasion. Hopefully we will get through the day without a hitch. He cooks in a neat cleanly manner and I am complete chaos. He measures, I dump, He stirs, I whip, He cleans, I toss, He has a plan, I just dig in. We could easily do a reality cooking show called "Too Many Cooks in the Kitchen". He tolerates me fabulously...I give him a ton of credit.<br /><br />Loving Life...looking forward to each and every day! I actually heard myself say this out loud yesterday...something I NEVER thought I would say - " I LOVE MONDAY" - Is that weird? I am surrounded by unbelievable people each and everyday. My design team, our help at Unity, our family, our friends, even the random <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">interaction</span> I have on a daily basis. A huge THANKS to each of you for making my life a fabulous place to exist everyday!<br /><br />Story time for Sawyer - He is ready for "Winnie the Pooh Adventures", it is calling our name!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>"We find greatest joy, not in getting, but in expressing what we are... Men do not really live for honors or for pay; their gladness is not the taking and holding, but in doing, the striving, the building, the living. It is a higher joy to teach than to be taught. It is good to get justice, but better to do it; fun to have things but more to make them. The happy man is he who lives the life of love, not for the honors it may bring, but for the life itself."</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">R.J. Baughan</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-67602725310818536192008-04-07T10:50:00.000-07:002008-04-07T11:17:21.878-07:006 + 1 = 7<strong></strong><div align="justify"><br />We were given an opportunity this past weekend, and it was a <strong><em>doozy. </em></strong>Isn't it amazing how the good Lord gives you all kinds of chances to feel Joy? It is just a matter of what perspective you look at it. Our opportunity came in the form of a child in black. Black clothes, black hair, black fingernail polish, black eye makeup (which you would only notice if the hair is slightly moved away from his good looking face) He is now part of the Magnuson clan for a bit. He has been in the lives of our boys for as long as we can remember...his big brown eyes used to greet me at the front door several times a week, but in the past year the visits were much less. He has a<br />"flair" - let's just put it that way. I am all about individuality, but some guidance is what we hope to offer. We are opening our home with the hope of giving him some support, some perspective and some security. Perhaps he will take a new direction. His choice. So our lives have been sprinkled with some diversity to say the least, but our family is happy to have it. That's what livin' is all about. My hope is that this 13 year old boy realizes that life does not have to consist of drama and being the victim. He has a choice now to take what is being offered and find some way to turn things around. It is going to take some sacrifice, but he is smart...he'll figure it out!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>'My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,' the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. 'Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.'</em></strong></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Paulo Coelho</span></div><div align="justify"> </div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-54898236848574691122008-04-04T17:38:00.000-07:002008-04-04T18:23:12.609-07:00If your reading this........Say a prayer...a prayer for his family - he was young. He left too soon. Cancer.<br /><br />Lance helped us. He was smart, determined, & motivated. He was kind, intriguing, and quiet. We liked him...a lot. We are grateful for his part in Unity. He passed away this week - I told him how smart I thought he was, but I never told him Thank you. I hope he knows how much I appreciate the part he took in making our dreams come true.<br /><br /><strong>sym·pa·thy;<br />1 a: an affinity, association, or relationship between persons or things wherein whatever affects one similarly affects the other</strong>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-47082007807423426892008-04-03T14:11:00.000-07:002008-04-03T18:31:27.008-07:00Tagged - 7 random & weird factsI was tagged by Lori! <a href="http://www.sentimentalmomentsintime.blogspot.com/">http://www.sentimentalmomentsintime.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />1. When I put on my boots, consistently one pant leg goes to the proper place around the bottom of my boot - yet the other is always scrunched up at the top of the boot. Several people call this to my attention, and I simply don't see the need to fix it! Originality is good, right?<br /><br />2. I love the smell of rubber stamps cooking in the vulcanizer just as much as I love the smell of fresh laundry! How weird is that? Perhaps because if we cook enough rubber stamps I can HIRE someone to do my laundry!<br /><br />3. I WANT my children to travel across the country after they graduate and THEN decide what to do with the rest of their lives. College is important, I know! Don't email me! I hope they go to college, but I want them to dream BIG and know why they are there when they go!<br /><br />4. I would love to be an advice columnist - but after the statement I have made in #3 I don't know that any level headed person would ask my advice!<br /><br />5. I WILL NOT be told what to do, HOW to do it, or what to think. Let me figure it out and then let me ask questions. I think this makes me a bit of a free spirit. (My poor mother...although I am pretty sure she loves me dearly regardless)<br /><br />6. I don't like wind. Ticks me off. It blows in my ears and I can't hear anything, nothing stays in place and if it is blowing in just the right direction every one's belongings on the entire block ends up in MY BACK YARD!<br /><br />7. My lip twitches when I do public speaking. I am like Elvis Presley reincarnated on stage with that twitchy lip. The right corner...it is uncontrollable!<br /><br />I am now supposed to tag 7 people - therefore I am picking on my DT, artist, and talented friend. Once you get my tag, do as I have done - pick 7 people to tag yourself and <strong>leave a comment on their blog to let them know they are UP!</strong><br /><br />I will now tag:<br /><br />Brooke Lien - <a href="http://www.brookelien.blogspot.com/">www.brookelien.blogspot.com/</a><br />A.J. Otto - <a href="http://www.thewillowgarden.blogspot.com/">www.thewillowgarden.blogspot.com/</a><br />Amy Bass - <a href="http://www.littlefishdesigns.blogspot.com/">www.littlefishdesigns.blogspot.com/</a><br />Karen McLaughlin - <a href="http://www.karenmclaughlin.blogspot.com/">www.karenmclaughlin.blogspot.com/</a><br />Jen Erickson - <a href="http://www.shut-up-its-true.blogspot.com/">www.shut-up-its-true.blogspot.com/</a><br />Christi Snow - <a href="http://www.alteredambitions.blogspot.com/">http://www.alteredambitions.blogspot.com/</a><br />Robyn Weatherspoon - <a href="http://herebygrace.typepad.com/here_by_grace/">http://herebygrace.typepad.com/here_by_grace/</a>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-17333449579174047282008-04-03T06:52:00.000-07:002008-04-03T13:14:45.044-07:00Smooth Sailing...My Hope for You.I read this quote - by Abraham Hicks, and pondered it:<br /><br />If you are ending up where you want to be, what difference does it make whether you went fast or slow? Or what difference does it make whether it was painful before it got really good? <br /><br />Isn't that the point of free will? You get to choose.<br /> <br />We do get to choose, that is SO GREAT! Life does not have to be full of heart wrenching tradgedies to learn what we are meant to learn while spending time on this earth. This life is "termed" as a gift from God - live in abundance, live in joy, live with gratitude and LIFE is what it was meant to be.<br /><br />You have choices. They can lead you onto rough road till by messing up so much you finally see the light OR you can choose to sail the smooth waters and only have the wind blow enough to keep you on course. Smooth sailing is what I wish for you. Small mistakes along the way to keep you on the smooth path. Learn fast, Love life, and Enjoy the ride.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>A few of my favorites, today:</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><em>"The person who sends out positive thoughts, activates the world around him positively and draws back to him positive results."</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;">Norman Vincent Peale</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles....but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly."</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;">Budda</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">"Your true passion should feel like breathing;it's that natural"</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;">My Friend: Oprah Winfrey</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#000000;">Off to breath! Loving Life!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-46991252162546733242008-03-29T14:32:00.000-07:002008-03-29T14:39:05.598-07:00These small hours....Listen to this song:<br /><br />"Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder - Don't you know, the hardest part is over. Let it in, let your clarity define you - In the end, we will only just remember how it feels. Our lives are made - in these small hours, these little wonders, these twists & turns of fate, time falls away, but these small hours, these small hours still remain...."<br /><br />Without going into a ton of detail, my day yesterday was filled with moments, small hours, twists and turns that changed my emotions from moment to moment." Life - it never seizes to amaze me.<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>A run down of my day: business plans and discussions(feelings of hope) - new fun opportunities for Unity Stamp Company (feelings of excitement) - life altering news(feelings of sadness) - birthday parties (feelings of appreciation) - news from a DT member that she has new opportunities (feelings of happiness - yea Jen!) - black belt test for my olderst (feelings of nervousness) - early evening dinner (feelings of contement) - state tournament home town game with 1 point lead(feelings of excitement) - MORE news from another DT member of publication (more happiness - yea A.J.!) watching a Disney movie with my littlest ( again, contentment) teenager breaking curfew (utter TERROR) teenager arriving home safe and sound (relief and ANGER!) heart to heart with my boy (exhausting combination of every emotion I had already experienced ALL DAY tossed into one!)</em></strong><br /><br />I sure was tired when my head hit the pillow late last night! Goodbye FRIDAY! Loved you for all those "twists and turns of fate" just like this beautiful song teaches us - however - I am ready for a new set of small hours!Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-51862697781088942062008-03-21T09:56:00.001-07:002008-03-21T10:13:57.392-07:00Snow on Easter....Proof.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIvE8JMTkgD-i77tCf0WdNAv365ibvBql74OEcEAv2qonENVR8ECpf2fn_UavPx6NT2vntGh7geLJTvl3a92NCvUCtW6jFKUgvSKAumF23dLJLBsz6PhEYGR3kYJTsGhAvVSNxSfqkMY/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180241767998150786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIvE8JMTkgD-i77tCf0WdNAv365ibvBql74OEcEAv2qonENVR8ECpf2fn_UavPx6NT2vntGh7geLJTvl3a92NCvUCtW6jFKUgvSKAumF23dLJLBsz6PhEYGR3kYJTsGhAvVSNxSfqkMY/s400/DSC02103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtfszSnynPyb37Xtqc3iZzeIWg0LnNCCdhbRs6fl3Ay3nwHWRcRQN5pfWfJ5vMysR6etYlzCyQDa4W03U4xr1cr8W1eGabiJOSeUKFjO1_EDBCJMjWueCGOC1v7xjKjVRkIdEzDzEujM/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180241261192009842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtfszSnynPyb37Xtqc3iZzeIWg0LnNCCdhbRs6fl3Ay3nwHWRcRQN5pfWfJ5vMysR6etYlzCyQDa4W03U4xr1cr8W1eGabiJOSeUKFjO1_EDBCJMjWueCGOC1v7xjKjVRkIdEzDzEujM/s400/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgHgK_LycR8RkW9N60JKiYdxlLMpDwtY5skulFSwXH1y419EnvrIBThS8aHo3coX8GRcOXWA5BHIkp2zjsJkX_2k6owy-GaxZeaw3Q3Kc04zKv8Au_ydNNFRBZF5jOtmp2n4NYQ7UROA/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNXLEpv8y-qMT8Jf-m-2ZwgI4bAWzCiAWS9K1q02UIeRmxqtfFSKieNBUxO29tzl0nR4lCzoD4d7Wx7iRuXARTjRW8Zr2GUNkIXNY9Y6C8d_cULHL2Y9LZPCD6nD3Vic8REvgf1gd15M/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180240715731163218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNXLEpv8y-qMT8Jf-m-2ZwgI4bAWzCiAWS9K1q02UIeRmxqtfFSKieNBUxO29tzl0nR4lCzoD4d7Wx7iRuXARTjRW8Zr2GUNkIXNY9Y6C8d_cULHL2Y9LZPCD6nD3Vic8REvgf1gd15M/s400/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>do you see this snow? - poor little easter bunny....<br /></strong><br />schools out for spring break? </div><div align="center"><em>spring break? is that some sort of joke?</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><strong>i was going to stay home today and work....</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>ARE YOU KIDDING?</strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">due to the weather change, my boys are like super bouncy balls in an empty gym that hit the floor with the force of a jet.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>going to unity, see ya ....bye, bye! be home later...much later.</strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">in all reality...</div><div align="center">the boys like me here so they don't have to hear their mama plead with them to play uno.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>if you are somewhere that actually has tulips please bid one hello from me.</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em></div></div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-36993802614769610752007-11-06T07:07:00.000-08:002007-11-06T07:10:57.045-08:00love this...<strong>True religion is the life we lead, not the creed we profess.<br /></strong><br />-- Louis NizerUnity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-5052723805304557692007-10-10T09:18:00.000-07:002007-10-10T09:19:18.343-07:00new concept to me....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Never face reality unless your reality is just the way you want it to be.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Jerry and Esther Hicks - Excerpted from a workshop in San Antonio,TX on Saturday, May 17th, 1997</span><br /><br />Wow – That is something you don’t hear very often! Any thoughts?</div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-26799654081247469202007-09-26T08:28:00.000-07:002007-10-04T14:53:54.327-07:00dream it....<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>We grow great by dreams.</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">All big men are dreamers. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.</span></div><br /><div align="center">Woodrow Wilson</div><div align="center">28th US President </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Now is the time to dream. Today. This moment. Don't wait. Take your souls deepest desire and dream it till you feel it. Live it like it is happening, and before you know your life will become the what you have longed for. It is within your reach - all you have to do is believe it!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div>Unity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1953273615247610898.post-30647306661688565192007-09-19T09:56:00.000-07:002007-09-19T09:57:54.008-07:00love what you are doing?"Chance can allow you to accomplish a goal every once in a while, but consistent achievement happens only if you love what you are doing."<br /><br />Bart Conner: Olympic Gold-Medal gymnast and entrepreneur.<br /><br />"Love what you do and an amazing byproduct is born — Passion. When you’re passionate about what you do, your career soars. Watch the clock, arrive at eight, and leave at five, and you’re destined to be like everyone else. Or, set yourself apart by waking each day with an unbridled level of energy and passion to achieve vastly more in your business and life than you could possibly fathom. Live every day embracing this philosophy and there’s no limit to what you can achieve."<br /><br />Taken from Nightingale.comUnity Stamp Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09720856784613428243noreply@blogger.com0