tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433042281756362672024-03-12T15:56:13.157-07:00Finding FocusSam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.comBlogger718125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-43096434563549193632016-02-02T12:20:00.002-08:002016-02-02T12:20:35.655-08:00FOCUS #OLWSo I know usually these posts occur a little closer to the New Year, but hey it is only February, so close enough. This year my word, my theme, my mantra is FOCUS. I am a mom of 4 kids. I am a wife to a work aholic. We recently bought a puppy from a local shelter. I am a slight social media addict. I still love <u>looking</u> at Pinterest. My mind and focus are easily distracted. I typically feel like I'm running behind and just not quite getting everything on my list done. So this year, I decided to try to decrease some of the distractions. To increase my personal focus. <br />
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What does that mean specifically for me? (Part 1) <br />
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Well a big goal is to become a morning person! There I said it! If you ask my husband, he will tell you that you basically shouldn't talk to me in the morning and if at all possible let me sleep in as long as you can. But that is going to change this year. <br />
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Two main thoughts on this. One is being more pleasant in the morning. Trying not to, well basically trying not to lose it on people because I'm a grouch in the morning. So I've been trying to be more conversational with my husband. And kiss my kids and tell them good morning to start my day. <br />
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Second thought is trying to get up earlier and get my workout done in the morning. This is definitely easier said than done. But here is the non-beating yourself up way of thinking about it. Every day I successfully do this is a great day and one day toward my goal. And the days I don't, I won't dwell on them. I am someone who requires a lot of sleep to function. So if I don't get to bed early enough getting up early is more than "just likely" not to happen. So to be successful in this my night habits have to change. It is February and I can tell you I didn't make it there in January. But I did get up early more days in January than I did in December- so WIN!<br />
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More thoughts for another day. Focusing on my home, becoming more minimalistic, physically improving, etc. <br />
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#OLW #FindingFocus<br />
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Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-22794559136130160532015-04-21T20:37:00.001-07:002015-04-21T20:37:31.189-07:00The journeyLife has been its usual whirlwind lately. Not sure I want to stay up late enough to write it all out tonight. But we are now days away from being in our new house in Olathe, KS. And while I have resisted this decision and cried a lot of sad tears over it... I know this is the journey I'm supposed to be on. I felt prompted strongly at the beginning that the Lord wanted us to move. I felt his reassuring love as things weren't going well and after fervent prayer they started working out. And while we are still hoping and praying that everything lines up for us to close Friday, I felt peace tonight. Peace that comes when you follow the Lord's way. I'm excited for the changes this will bring to our family. To actually have James home at a decent hour during the week. To not worry about his long commute that always has people getting in accidents. To be able to just do lunch with him when I want because he's 10 minutes away. So many little and big changes are coming by removing his long commute to work. And I have no doubt that the Lord has big things in store since I know I've felt his hand in the process. Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-82753422228531021382014-12-15T18:45:00.001-08:002014-12-15T18:45:58.289-08:00Corralling 4...on my ownSo James still travels for work. Thankfully it is only one week a month right now. That compared to three weeks a month truly feels like a blessing to me. But it still means doing things on my own. And in December it means doing more things on my own now with a newborn too. <div><div><br></div><div>Growing up we had a few traditions but not many. And I have made this little commitment to myself that I want to try to give my kids traditions and as magical of a month I can in December. So we have started a few. One thing that keeps us on track/extra committed is our advent calendar. In each day there is a felt ornament that goes on the top but also a little card that says a Christmas thing we will do that day. Sometimes I wish I hadn't started this because it can also be overwhelming. But I like that it gets us going. </div><div><br></div><div>A few things that are tradition, I would much rather not do alone but this year if they are going to happen they are happening without the hubs. He was working late hours last week which meant doing the "Christmas in the Park" lights at Longview Lake on our own. And tonight we went to the live outside Nativity without him. So I'm learning to corral all four. Which isn't always pretty. Thankfully Eli did not get ran over when he ran ahead to the car. Yes our coats are probably covered in icing from the donuts after. But we managed to walk around with 2 cups of hot chocolate without spilling. However I drank some to check the temp not thinking about how I'm currently not having chocolate to see if it helps Elayne (whole other story). </div><div><br></div><div>We still have to manage to go see Santa on our own which I'm not looking forward to. But moments like tonight when Ben turns to me while watching the Nativity and says "Mom I know this story!" Those moments bring me to tears and make doing it worth it in every way. </div></div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-62781036810373472632014-12-06T09:00:00.001-08:002014-12-08T20:36:27.469-08:00Cool kidsI know I fall victim to the nasty comparison bug and as much as I try to resist the voice that I know is untrue, it's still pops up from time to time. <div><br></div><div>Yesterday I went to a birthday lunch for a friend. A person who seriously just attracts people to her because she is so loving and thoughtful. Really truly the kind of person I am inspired by and want to be more like. So naturally the other woman attending are...amazing. </div><div><br></div><div>This is where the little voice comes in. Their hair and makeup are great. They are all super fashionable. They basically have it all together. Then I start feeling out of place. Like I've come to a party with all the cool kids and well I'm just not that cool. </div><div><br></div><div>Then I mentally try to smash that little voice. Seriously why do I think things like this? I'm hoping some of it is just induced my emotional sleep deprivation. But I also think it goes back to not taking time for me. I haven't spent a lot of time developing my talents lately and so I don't feel very talented. And sometimes I have to recognize that I'm talented in areas that maybe aren't as "cool". I may not be super fashionable but I'm a very good accountant. :). Yeah accounting doesn't really add up on the cool scale but it is a worthwhile talent. </div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-24062461700666241362014-12-01T06:32:00.001-08:002014-12-01T06:32:54.458-08:00Take time for me?So I've actually thought about this a lot lately. Even before the baby came. But then I also read a great blog about being more hospitable to yourself. Taking time to replenish yourself so you have more to give to others. <div><br></div><div>I'm still not sure I have a great answer for how or what I should do for this. I haven't crafted for a long time. And I know my creative soul longs for that. I feel a pull to have more scripture study and more meaningful spiritual connections. I desire to be a better and more connected friend. And in a few weeks I will be able to get back on the exercise bandwagon. I also have to balance my exhaustion that always comes with having a newborn. Any free time usually goes to taking a nap which is needed for my body but doesn't fulfill my soul's needs. </div><div><br></div><div>But how to find time. Or rather take time. Because time truly is a limited resource. And I do feel that I have to take time from other places and give it back to myself.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>So I don't have a good solution but I know I have a problem. đ. Hopefully I can work out a good solution too.</div><div><br></div><div> And just for cuteness. Look how chubby her little face is getting. Finally filling out those perfect cheeks. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qRKaOiOIAoI/VHx8FOYXFrI/AAAAAAAAH_Y/k4TajvIISBA/s640/blogger-image-259721165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qRKaOiOIAoI/VHx8FOYXFrI/AAAAAAAAH_Y/k4TajvIISBA/s640/blogger-image-259721165.jpg"></a></div></div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-43761124850404774242014-11-19T09:07:00.001-08:002014-11-19T09:07:27.833-08:00I miss my snoring bedThis has probably been one of the harder weeks having James gone. Last night I missed coming back to bed to find him snoring. I missed my bed being warm. <div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My life with 4 isn't quite what I imagined. One aspect is that James was originally supposed to be done traveling before the baby came. The traveling has cut back but will continue through the new year I have no doubt. It isn't that life with 4 is awful. In fact I think it has been an easier transition than 3 was so far. </span></div><div><br></div><div>I have lots of help and people have brought meals but it doesn't quite match up to actually having your spouse home. So thankful there is only 1 travel week this month. And thankful we get a few extra days with him home from the office next week. I kinda want to skip Thanksgiving and just stay home as a family all weekend. Is that bad? <div><br></div><div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-71230994414618899492014-11-17T14:51:00.001-08:002014-11-17T14:51:37.233-08:00Life changesWe are in the process of finding a new norm. I sort of feel like we've been in this process for a while. Like since I got pregnant. First finding a routine for while I was sick. Then James' dad moving in with us. Then James changed jobs which also meant he started traveling for work. Than getting big and pregnant with no energy. Also having the basement finished so workers at our house and stuff taking over the garage. Then having the baby ....<div><br></div><div>And this is our first week with James traveling and new baby on our own. So lately it seems once we find our groove something changes. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm also trying to carve "me" out again I feel like. Life has been kinda busy/all consuming. And I haven't made time for any outlets for myself. So in the new norm this time I'm trying to find something for me. Since I haven't blogged consistently for a long time, I'm pretty sure no one reads this. So I'm hoping to start one outlet here. Writing helps work through and get things out, right? </div><div><br></div><div>So in all my nursing, holding baby, burping baby time.. Some of it will be writing here. Using my phone. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PfUtIQlgZb8/VGp79llboXI/AAAAAAAAH-4/HkQU0eslRYY/s640/blogger-image--1634493483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-PfUtIQlgZb8/VGp79llboXI/AAAAAAAAH-4/HkQU0eslRYY/s640/blogger-image--1634493483.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-24374944243417222322014-08-25T13:29:00.001-07:002014-08-25T13:29:00.806-07:00Ramblings of life<p>I donât think anyone really reads my blog anymore, and that is actually okay with me. Iâm pretty sporadic about posting and I donât know that my life is all that interesting. But I still want to keep some journaling so this is more for me than others. </p> <p>Life doesnât slow down. I think Iâve finally learned and accepted this fact. I pretty much always think we are crazy busy no matter how hard I try for us not to be. And I used to thinkâŠ..once we are done with________ than life will slow down. Now Iâve learned that the blank just gets filled in with something else. :)</p> <p>So life right now consists of a lot of doing it on my own. James travels M-F now; meaning leaving Monday morning like 4am and getting back Friday night usually 6-7pm. It isnât a permanent thing- I think I would actually lose my mind if that were the case. But heâs been doing it for about 3 months and probably has one more month to go. Some weeks are good and some weeks Iâm kinda a wreck. Last week was an emotional wreck week- being 7 months pregnant with your 4th kid doesnât help. This week is a little better so far. But it means learning to just get things done. Not much use waiting for James to do it as well Saturdays fill up fast when that is the only real day you are home. It also means lots of doing bedtime alone- not my fav. But it means a weekly date night every week since that is now high priority. It means a better job that James loves and a much happier husband. So for now I will suck it up and take it! (And maybe eat a lot more chocolate)</p> Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-88832640009475208962014-08-10T14:39:00.001-07:002014-08-10T14:39:04.262-07:00Consecration<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Sunday thoughts:</span></div><div><br></div>To do with sacred dedication. What in my daily life do I do with sacred dedication?<div><br></div><div>Also look up;</div><div>Elder Maxwell talk called "Settle T<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">his in your hearts"</span></div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-56395572630445317732014-07-08T16:35:00.001-07:002014-07-08T16:35:49.158-07:00Travel adventuresI'm on my way...sort of. I booked my tickets to have really short layovers. It is a long trip to Argentina and I don't travel well so I wanted to minimize as much as possible. Yeah apparently that is a bad idea. My first flight got delayed. Delayed by so much I missed my connection. <div><br></div><div>I was just going to go home and fly out tomorrow but James insisted I take the option to stay in a hotel in Houston for a night. I'm not spontaneous. I don't like the unknown. The idea of figuring out another airport and how to get to a hotel and back to the airport, etc kinda gives me anxiety. But I'm supposed to go and enjoy a quiet night to myself. Maybe see a movie tomorrow. Hang out and rest. Relax... So I'm going to try not to let it all freak me out. I'm going to be adventurous and enjoy my night without kids. </div><div><br></div><div>Well that is once I actually get there. Currently just sitting at the airport in KC. But the plane has come and I will board soon.....</div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-22534561902402494002014-02-16T19:54:00.001-08:002014-02-16T19:54:00.268-08:00When my kids take picturesI love when I find my surprise pictures from my kids. Often I know they are taking photos but sometimes I don't. I'm always intrigued and humored by the photos they take. So here is a little joy and everyday life from Ben. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981210995247003138'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3tj_z-3uEAo/UwGHtdpbtgI/AAAAAAAAH3I/7SdxaIP4u98/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211012550870882'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5NBXcEuCV3o/UwGHueG_x2I/AAAAAAAAH3Q/FxUNDUc-M2I/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211023359608178'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DohVx06t7-4/UwGHvGYABXI/AAAAAAAAH3Y/uAtSlgCPKsA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211043331423202'><img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aMfOc2tL22c/UwGHwQxpu-I/AAAAAAAAH3g/J3vPOpax2_U/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211056072557778'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-aH0dxVvY0dQ/UwGHxAPYBNI/AAAAAAAAH3o/aa2Vig0kQAY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211075717908354'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2pv8i9KFUMk/UwGHyJbMR4I/AAAAAAAAH3w/CmyqxKYxniY/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211108428285042'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1ly22QBJiZs/UwGH0DR9BHI/AAAAAAAAH34/8Iq50MenjSw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/106030148812677924705/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKyjLvOts_TzQE#5981211129107468338'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GDobgoAjrqc/UwGH1QUQUDI/AAAAAAAAH4A/BP_rMDWm3Qw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-18203034387016336492014-01-29T18:06:00.001-08:002014-01-29T18:06:59.977-08:00Get back in your bedI'm currently sitting outside Eli's room. I just finished folding a load of laundry on the floor. And I'm sitting here repeatedly saying nope get back in your bed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh the wonderful world of twos. For quite a few weeks bedtime has been a battle. Battle of wills. Eli has won a few nights but hopefully the war will ultimately go to me. I've tried locking him in his room. We currently have the light bulbs unscrewed so he can't play with the lights all night. And yet there is still plenty of wailing and gnashing of teeth. Tonight's strategy.... Trying for quiet. I'm letting his door be open but not letting him come out. Hoping if we can conquer the getting out of bed then nighttime will go more smoothly. Time will tell. As a parent you learn, even if the plan makes perfect sense it may not work. I don't have the time to sit outside his room every night for hours. Nor will my butt bone handle the floor that long. But tonight we will try it. And try to remember that I should cherish his littleness because this won't last forever. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-71072006817129532582014-01-24T18:06:00.000-08:002014-01-28T18:06:45.993-08:00Do you smell cheese?<p>I was trying to get the house back in order before heading out to a baby shower. I was upstairs doing laundry and had just started a load. I went into the hall and smelled a weird sort of cheese smell. I went into my room and the smell went away. I thought that was odd. But in my busy state I was trying hard to finish getting laundry done. </p> <p>About 10 minutes later, Ben comes up. âUmm mommyâŠ.Eli is downstairs spraying parmesan cheese everywhere.â</p> <p>Yes, the weird cheese smell was parmesan cheese. Which now covered pretty much my entire wood floor. From the front door, across the wood path, throughout the kitchen and dining room. And let me tell you that stuff is hard to sweep up. Just moist enough it sticks the broom, but fine enough that it is hard to get it all. </p> <p>Boys! </p> Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-52231469341638375612014-01-17T20:22:00.001-08:002014-01-17T20:22:31.173-08:00Thank you WalterTonight I am thankful for the movie Secret Life of Walter Mitty. If you haven't seen it you should. It is beautiful and sweet and leaves your heart feeling warm. <br /><br />It reconnected me with my dad in the best of ways tonight. One of my biggest lessons of my dad being so sick was to cherish time with those we love. To really live life to its fullest. I knew my time was numbered with him and numbered much shorter than I would have ever wished. Anytime he called I seriously dropped everything to be with him. We did breakfast a minimum of once a week. I took him to appointments. It was some of my most cherish times, because I could really recognize how special it was. I would watch him with my babies and try so hard to mentally burn the images into my memory. It was my ghost cat pictures if you will. <br /><br />Watching the movie just made remember those days with him and how wonderful and exciting it was to really be in the moment. Often my life is so full and I feel like I'm running every day all day long. And truly with my two boys I kinda am. But I hope I can refocus a bit. That I can recognize those moments again. Those glimpses of the purpose of life. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-57594775425304524032013-12-23T08:29:00.000-08:002013-12-24T08:32:01.300-08:00Mayo Kids Exchange<p>I love that every year my family gets together and it gives me an opportunity to take a picture of each of the nieces and nephews (that are local). Sadly, my two brothers donât live here and so I canât easily get pictures of them. But of the MO Mayosâ here is the lineup. </p> <p>The Ransom Edition:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3x-Mrb9ejeY/Urm2XsKBv9I/AAAAAAAAHxg/4XDuWDW5-2c/s1600-h/IMG_2056%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2056" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2056" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-n6LGG_DU90k/Urm2Y0Epi_I/AAAAAAAAHxk/kCWeWh-YSXA/IMG_2056_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-D_BiwUzRAf0/Urm2Z2Q7LxI/AAAAAAAAHxw/yOgyOMK5QAI/s1600-h/IMG_2065%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2065" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2065" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-4G2SBsTK8LM/Urm2a0wHFdI/AAAAAAAAHx4/Kdy7kH0XQb0/IMG_2065_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jueoI8Fq8RQ/Urm2cGrBhgI/AAAAAAAAHyA/fufUL3behXw/s1600-h/IMG_2069%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2069" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2069" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-89lZZM51yWg/Urm2dGMcBrI/AAAAAAAAHyI/WQwLd_nBwnM/IMG_2069_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Pp1cv-rRIn4/Urm2eTS3ZsI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/9vcjEblSkZo/s1600-h/IMG_2061%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2061" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2061" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LVtv_3Y5mmI/Urm2fWWTU-I/AAAAAAAAHyY/fSRS38f2iz8/IMG_2061_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>The Wiley Crew</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RweHiEDREDQ/Urm2hQH15LI/AAAAAAAAHyg/nQpBt2B2bAI/s1600-h/IMG_2084%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2084" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2084" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wpGRinM73tc/Urm2iZFa5xI/AAAAAAAAHyo/WqLrQiCvL9U/IMG_2084_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4_gA4cv9waU/Urm2jMF_r8I/AAAAAAAAHyw/XKkVZiGlXSI/s1600-h/IMG_2074%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2074" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2074" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-D_y4sPGU7X4/Urm2kVu0wwI/AAAAAAAAHy4/cooctvA0pGE/IMG_2074_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>The Pennington Clan</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-A880mEbNVIU/Urm2lTpe6YI/AAAAAAAAHzA/LYo9M5iiGn0/s1600-h/IMG_2071%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2071" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2071" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-i_l74TahXXw/Urm2mZfBFpI/AAAAAAAAHzI/9RNw_Q3GKmA/IMG_2071_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="604"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uVh_9Lk9nFc/Urm2nfNXLSI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/xtRI9qpZRsI/s1600-h/IMG_2100%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2100" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2100" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YVOq_UeD60A/Urm2ocASplI/AAAAAAAAHzU/nnjz7tNpfBM/IMG_2100_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OJ8a0zuDj3c/Urm2pSarxLI/AAAAAAAAHzc/0spS5pGcTX4/s1600-h/IMG_2088%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2088" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2088" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1RkVA4N_S_0/Urm2qDcvmhI/AAAAAAAAHzk/xSMYQDYM8P8/IMG_2088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-a4PyYVxpttU/Urm2qyofruI/AAAAAAAAHzw/tDwUEd2IP3k/s1600-h/IMG_2076%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2076" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2076" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kQHd5P8bFC8/Urm2riewxLI/AAAAAAAAHz0/J-CKvP9EJyM/IMG_2076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>And the Smith Group</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CNo9D4u5JS0/Urm2spocZxI/AAAAAAAAH0A/kTZrGreLjDw/s1600-h/IMG_2081%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2081" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2081" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-l1kfYmXaIOc/Urm2vKzz3_I/AAAAAAAAH0I/Km4ef9Spsco/IMG_2081_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-eP2kKsG9aXI/Urm2wkOG1eI/AAAAAAAAH0Q/SQaXlv-nac4/s1600-h/IMG_2111%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2111" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2111" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2YOYR9SuiUY/Urm2xguuB_I/AAAAAAAAH0Y/f9dm86NI0Ko/IMG_2111_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="604"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aNHksMIkDuw/Urm2yVLtm1I/AAAAAAAAH0g/GU3pvVw6ZBo/s1600-h/IMG_2078%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2078" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2078" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BcBjcrtIoWU/Urm2zlWdQ3I/AAAAAAAAH0o/ZKpGdu6_J7A/IMG_2078_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DUgls9Ho-eM/Urm21KcTMuI/AAAAAAAAH0w/ulBfXET1MaA/s1600-h/IMG_2120%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2120" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2120" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4bQwmjnMbUo/Urm22Ing18I/AAAAAAAAH00/u-tjZGnBKOc/IMG_2120_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>And the newest subgroup?? The Farrimonds</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Y1p6AJR0G_8/Urm23IMuHgI/AAAAAAAAH1A/Kk1aolpSvSM/s1600-h/IMG_2112%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2112" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2112" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-V8G-p2Ae0Rs/Urm24UFA5GI/AAAAAAAAH1E/DRE6wQibERU/IMG_2112_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qyO_USK1oGI/Urm25FKvExI/AAAAAAAAH1Q/6Fla8Ylmd3I/s1600-h/IMG_2124%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2124" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2124" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8I0NAZW5Rlc/Urm26IwzRzI/AAAAAAAAH1Y/25EjTWTA-2k/IMG_2124_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bC-vbKpTBvo/Urm26_Ign7I/AAAAAAAAH1g/X81QSlLX-m8/s1600-h/IMG_2115%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2115" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2115" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aDpK5nPZhQo/Urm27twsStI/AAAAAAAAH1k/xcQx_TpukrQ/IMG_2115_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>And lastly me with my fabulous SISTERS! </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vs5fvBTJbVU/Urm28lmsCPI/AAAAAAAAH1w/bBhKms0jCMc/s1600-h/IMG_2129%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2129" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2129" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_zQhJk1DIsg/Urm29g4hEhI/AAAAAAAAH10/pOleVHG0Py8/IMG_2129_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3cD2nPIPufI/Urm2-sCWYCI/AAAAAAAAH18/AMJBArNl5gw/s1600-h/IMG_2130%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2130" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2130" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-z5zuGdhRC4Q/Urm2_vtlHiI/AAAAAAAAH2A/tbbUIVe0yBA/IMG_2130_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-2345378289554101752013-12-03T08:16:00.000-08:002013-12-24T08:16:47.423-08:00Decorating the tree<p>December was booked everyday and double booked many days before it even started. So finding time to squeeze everything was a challenge. James wasnât home when we decorated the tree so I only got a few pictures. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xI8DsB2IPA4/UrmzSIvxflI/AAAAAAAAHwM/OfEc1amApAs/s1600-h/IMG_2046%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2046" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2046" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lTJVuA-ZBjQ/UrmzS9oNbLI/AAAAAAAAHwU/lMIUdu0cETc/IMG_2046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zKSbk27TIRI/UrmzUmq0CHI/AAAAAAAAHwc/KYe_BYYFeMk/s1600-h/IMG_2047%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2047" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2047" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-v8FeVAgs7Dk/UrmzV-spj5I/AAAAAAAAHwk/uu8XnwQHkj0/IMG_2047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-uoy945cRj_E/UrmzWgSM93I/AAAAAAAAHws/_XBbUgns7T0/s1600-h/IMG_2048%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2048" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2048" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AKCyNQYczN8/UrmzXvVunzI/AAAAAAAAHww/riBM63xOE7k/IMG_2048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-T77mtLjVPjQ/UrmzYu57AqI/AAAAAAAAHw4/GRKPN6ktrUY/s1600-h/IMG_2050%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2050" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2050" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JGAyM6-TnAg/UrmzZloC4DI/AAAAAAAAHxA/VgvY2WawA_o/IMG_2050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zk59CD3wH6o/UrmzaoCGg5I/AAAAAAAAHxE/cLQ2ooCe4Ms/s1600-h/IMG_2049%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2049" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2049" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-IvpNE2mgzSo/UrmzbS-zYPI/AAAAAAAAHxQ/SfF_MKppJX8/IMG_2049_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-35259458555348762322013-11-30T08:10:00.000-08:002013-12-24T08:11:29.104-08:00Eli is TWO<p>Not a lot of fan fare this year. And it took us a few day to celebrate fully due to the closeness to Thanksgiving. But he didnât mind. And was super happy with a chocolate cake. And somehow he knew the minute he turned two and cranked up the sassy. </p> <p>I love this sweet little man though. He is our biggest kid by far as he is already wearing 3T and a few 4T clothes. He loves to wrestle his brother Ben and grab him around the waist and slowly lean over to pull him down to the ground. His grin and eyelashes still melt my heart even when he is being ornery. He is completely in love with Sariah. Every day when we go to pick her up from the bus, the minute he sees the bus he starts yelling- RIA RIA RIA. </p> <p>He is now super into puzzles and trains. And loves to claim the iPad as his own. </p> <p>Not a big talker, but still knows how to get his way. And when he says woove you momma- gosh he can get whatever he wants. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ry47Jb5urv8/UrmyCTcU-4I/AAAAAAAAHus/HBnt78mxzcE/s1600-h/IMG_2032%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2032" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2032" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bZw9LfLVJNE/UrmyDXo9LvI/AAAAAAAAHuw/FlG0UHHF6AE/IMG_2032_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-c8-EBYPW728/UrmyEDxwJyI/AAAAAAAAHu8/xABgHaaz_iI/s1600-h/IMG_2031%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2031" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2031" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M2XkJfCaG1A/UrmyE-WHFoI/AAAAAAAAHvE/FI7krU1KzXY/IMG_2031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--P8wVseYxpA/UrmyF5R37xI/AAAAAAAAHvM/qroCyZft42A/s1600-h/IMG_2037%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2037" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2037" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q3HT-qmZ8ik/UrmyGidpE7I/AAAAAAAAHvQ/AB_fXuMGnS4/IMG_2037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-f91ek4QNtNo/UrmyHYf17mI/AAAAAAAAHvc/5lXpoN2CDtc/s1600-h/IMG_2043%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2043" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2043" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DoD4bCYX9Ao/UrmyIFNpFuI/AAAAAAAAHvk/DU9FGp4vGc0/IMG_2043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gylYzE8f6YM/UrmyI3FSrTI/AAAAAAAAHvs/79VnN_4PjC4/s1600-h/IMG_2035%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2035" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2035" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-W6UOWT-UooU/UrmyJ-5PWuI/AAAAAAAAHvw/ow1ACqLbeic/IMG_2035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3NyvS1FwXPk/UrmyK__3VeI/AAAAAAAAHv4/4MzEYLtViuc/s1600-h/IMG_2045%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2045" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2045" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vocEKxXPuwA/UrmyLiIWRRI/AAAAAAAAHwE/8jUu63Pu5BQ/IMG_2045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-70393076202217016612013-11-29T07:50:00.000-08:002013-12-24T07:59:07.993-08:00Cookie day<p>As the Mayo tradition continues, cookie day was the day after Thanksgiving. Started by my mom, we get together and make a bunch of cookie dough. We bake some up to enjoy that day and then freeze the rest for all those events you need last minute cookies for in December. This has now passed on to the grandkids. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-hUCyGTY7axI/Urmux5wULCI/AAAAAAAAHr4/3KrpHUur54A/s1600-h/IMG_1991%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1991" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_1991" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-S6oE9O-X10Y/UrmuzC2KPoI/AAAAAAAAHsA/tp3rDv6JRl4/IMG_1991_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BYMTqOUimxA/Urmu0CPnsJI/AAAAAAAAHsI/GWMQSSI5reY/s1600-h/IMG_1999%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1999" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_1999" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VFVhX1Qcq0o/Urmu1COyBPI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/YeNwN-nKQ7Q/IMG_1999_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Hrae4BMzZpI/Urmu2YJ1sqI/AAAAAAAAHsY/5g_fADdtxCo/s1600-h/IMG_1998%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_1998" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_1998" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pIQ657Gn96Q/Urmu30MKeMI/AAAAAAAAHsg/zQR6aQCUZLA/IMG_1998_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-V5n06ni6J-k/Urmu5LMcNPI/AAAAAAAAHso/w9nd8yI4ONg/s1600-h/IMG_2000%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2000" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2000" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iy4FkGLNVso/Urmu6D-q8iI/AAAAAAAAHss/7SMvMEaa3Tw/IMG_2000_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bLizAtSDpIE/Urmu76NLR2I/AAAAAAAAHs4/h-Pzhyehucg/s1600-h/IMG_2004%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2004" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2004" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mam5ESxbRQc/UrmvG6GvIkI/AAAAAAAAHtA/HIRYT3fsng0/IMG_2004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Ee3DqVxSPuI/UrmvHjywqPI/AAAAAAAAHtE/2i8_tY6A-7o/s1600-h/IMG_2008%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2008" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ppsXTzdD4eQ/UrmvIW_1FVI/AAAAAAAAHtI/x2mXjEsi0ww/IMG_2008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TcKuPIRM5CA/UrmvJQbZvgI/AAAAAAAAHtU/eHAeHZ9A2Z0/s1600-h/IMG_2010%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2010" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gJrAk8lwCJw/UrmvKcAw4GI/AAAAAAAAHtc/Z92mCeKHi9U/IMG_2010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>And the newest sweet baby making her appearanceâŠ. Brielle. I always knew I was great, but it is official now. Iâm a great aunt. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iHU0EdgvdOw/UrmvMJygyLI/AAAAAAAAHtk/VAz6iZay9hA/s1600-h/IMG_2019%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2019" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2019" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YGejFx4AsbU/UrmvM6AC9jI/AAAAAAAAHto/qzcPmkg1HVw/IMG_2019_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bCZXrBDDfMc/UrmvN-tFUdI/AAAAAAAAHt0/kCCuj6lsgP8/s1600-h/IMG_2021%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2021" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2021" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3cQT4gqs9W4/UrmvOn-UVJI/AAAAAAAAHt8/5qT6nCdRPnc/IMG_2021_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p>My nephew Tim is a daddy and my sister is now a GRANDMA!!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-AXjXXqstu9g/UrmvPtohutI/AAAAAAAAHuE/bHNwatrn47E/s1600-h/IMG_2024%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2024" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2024" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KiIe0W1fDHk/UrmvQm2XrRI/AAAAAAAAHuM/QUXQG9zSd9s/IMG_2024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m_r-lBxZeJ8/UrmvRuqK5kI/AAAAAAAAHuU/UqBHJPN9pRg/s1600-h/IMG_2028%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2028" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="IMG_2028" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RM9QkrZWEjE/UrmvSSrzMHI/AAAAAAAAHuc/jgjkBPk_Mt8/IMG_2028_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="604"></a></p> Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-23624343460076831492013-11-28T07:23:00.000-08:002013-12-24T07:49:40.205-08:00ThanksgivingThis was my first year to host Thanksgiving for the Ransoms. Usually my mother in law has hosted, but this year it was at my place. Thankfully, we do potluck so I wasnât cooking every single dish. But I had never cooked a turkey before so I was pretty stressed that I would give everyone food poisoning and salmonella. <br />
Wednesday, we made apple pie. The kids wanted to help with the dough. <br />
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And the glorious birdâŠ. Thankfully it was cooked all the way through. No one got sick. And it even tasted good. Thanks to my sister Meg who walked me through it and told me how to do it all. Of course getting up at 5 AM about killed me and I hate nightmares all night about forgetting to start the turkey, so hopefully someone else will host next year. <br />
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Some family shotsâŠ.<br />
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Jamesâ brother Mark wasnât there. So this isnât all of the grandkids. Not sure they will all fit anymore. <br />
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The siblings and spouses minus a few sets. <br />
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We barely squeezed into the front room. But it was lovely to have all the adults at one table. <br />
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So my little man turned 4 today. Ben is so many things and always has me on my toes. I have probably yelled the loudest at him and yet felt such overwhelming love for him. He is the kid that will snuggle up to you and say "Mom your my buddy, I love you." He is so hard to photograph, because he won't even hold still enough for the DSLR camera. He has boundless energy and will be on the go for as long as he can, but still needs his naps. He still gets up at night and usually wants to "snuggle for 1 minute" before getting back in his bed. He would still follow Sariah anywhere and is now happy to lead Eli around too. </div>
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Love you Ben! You crack me up and make me feel loved, along with wanting to pull my hair out. I sure hope you are always the momma's boy that you are now!ï»ż</div>
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<br />Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-51657916098605813422013-10-19T12:03:00.000-07:002013-10-19T12:10:13.717-07:00Second marathon<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxKrHXG1AYY/UmLZGBG82sI/AAAAAAAAHlM/bdAiw7fXeX0/s1600/photo%2B1-713717.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxKrHXG1AYY/UmLZGBG82sI/AAAAAAAAHlM/bdAiw7fXeX0/s320/photo%2B1-713717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5936545956227766978" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY3byCxXoos/UmLZHaSCc7I/AAAAAAAAHlY/Nxocu1OeNgw/s1600/photo%2B2-718291.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY3byCxXoos/UmLZHaSCc7I/AAAAAAAAHlY/Nxocu1OeNgw/s320/photo%2B2-718291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5936545980165026738" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BJtMh23LZo/UmLZIVPsquI/AAAAAAAAHlk/2m-Qwn7BVjU/s1600/photo%2B3-724206.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BJtMh23LZo/UmLZIVPsquI/AAAAAAAAHlk/2m-Qwn7BVjU/s320/photo%2B3-724206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5936545995992902370" /></a></p>Finish time 5hr 24 min 19 sec.Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-19583739516344914102013-09-13T19:30:00.001-07:002013-09-13T19:30:27.152-07:00ConclusionSo yesterday was day 3 of my juice fast. It didn't end quite how I wanted. I had barely started my afternoon juice when we needed to go get Sariah from the bus. I debated on taking it with me but thought we would be quick so I left it home. <div><br></div><div>We came home to find that one of the boys locked the inner garage door and we were now completely locked out of the house. So by the time we got back into the house I was feeling awful. I tried the juice but since they were the more potent green and red varieties I simply couldn't stomach it. So sadly I ended a little early. But I stayed healthy. I had grilled chicken breast, brown rice, and peas. Then the fruit I would have juiced for dessert with a few raw almonds. </div><div><br></div><div>So today I weighed 141.6. Which means I lost a total of 4.8 lbs. That is pretty significant to me. Now the fun will be seeing if I keep it all off. </div><div><br></div><div>My waist went down 1 inch to a 32. And my legs went down just slightly. </div><div><br></div><div>So I'm happy with the physical results. It did get me motivated again to eat healthier. Today I did fairly good. I did splurge on a frozen pizza tonight as I was too burned out to cook. But the rest of the day I did awesome. </div><div><br></div><div>I think I would do it again. And I somewhat plan to after the marathon. I do plan to still juice just not exclusively. </div><div><br></div><div>Yay for being healthy!!</div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-28458611469009562452013-09-12T12:03:00.001-07:002013-09-12T12:03:02.624-07:00Day 2So I'm down another pound now at 143.4. Not sure why the .4 is staying the same but oh well!<div><br></div><div>Yesterday was rough. Way rough. And now starts the point where I share too much information. So I tried one of the recipes with beets. It is pretty alarming to poop beets. Just sayin. But beyond that the diarrhea came. And came all morning long. It was bad. I felt so crummy by lunch time I drank half of my green juice and then slept for several hours. Thankfully Eli took a long nap and a friend of mine brought Ben home from the birthday party he was at. </div><div><br></div><div>Although I felt better from my nap, I had accomplished nothing that day. So I ran around like a crazy person trying to get the rest of my juice made and clean house and get prettied up for a baby shower I was going to. </div><div><br></div><div>So feeling pretty decent I get out of the house and head to the shower when I see a voicemail from my sister. She was surprised my kids weren't at dance class. Crap. I thought juicing was supposed to help with memory and mental clarity. Guess I'm a complete lost cause because I COMPLETELY forgot both kids had Dance class. Total mom fail. </div><div><br></div><div>I went to the baby shower that was serving a complete dinner and cake. And yes just frantically chewed gum the whole time. It was fun and hard. </div><div><br></div><div>Then my sis started getting really sick. So I got a text after the shower that she won't be able to keep the juice fast with me. </div><div><br></div><div>So I came home tired, still not feeling super great, and just emotionally down. </div><div><br></div><div>Yeah don't make me repeat day 2. </div><div><br></div><div>But today is day 3. I'm halfway through the day. And I've decided that the 3 day plan is enough for me. I will probably still juice some tomorrow but not exclusively. </div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-72300886347116912812013-09-11T06:28:00.000-07:002013-09-11T06:28:01.614-07:00Start of Day 2So I'm down 2 lbs today. My weight this morning was 144.4. I'm assuming this is mostly water weight so not to big of a deal. <br />
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I slept well last night until I had to get up to go to the bathroom and then felt super hungry and had trouble getting back to sleep. <br />
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But on to the day. I'm drinking my hot water and going to make my morning juice in just a minute. <br />
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Here we go again. Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-843304228175636267.post-4882309240250149992013-09-10T20:21:00.001-07:002013-09-10T20:21:07.789-07:00Day 1Day 1 is done. <div><br></div><div>It was way harder than I expected. The hunger was mostly manageable. Aka I didn't starve although I was hungry. But after each juice I still felt like I needed to "eat". Maybe it the chewing, feeling like I need substance. </div><div><br></div><div>Going grocery shopping was hard. Boy did everything sound amazing!!</div><div><br></div><div>Cooking dinner was hard. I was yearning for the scrambled eggs. They still sound good now. </div><div><br></div><div>The coconut water and I weren't real friends either. I did find some other today that has fruit purée in it that I'm going to try. </div><div><br></div><div>But the juices were pretty good. Some just tolerable. :). Let's be honest. But I didn't gag or have to pinch my nose. </div><div><br></div><div>And I'm willing to do it again tomorrow. </div><div><br></div><div>:)</div>Sam Ransomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279729350195280884noreply@blogger.com0