tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88347114965586619622024-03-13T13:17:32.489-04:00The Smilie Muylle'sJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-31555802556466400832010-09-08T21:07:00.003-04:002010-09-08T21:25:30.232-04:00Creepy crawlersOn Monday we went to the Muylle's house for a BBQ. While we were eating Taylor spots a spider on the table cloth just off the side of the table. Keep in mind that Taylor has got a huge fear of spiders. (This is the same kid that puked while cleaning his deer after shooting it, and stopped puking to run from a spider.)<br />Anyways, after we left the house my Father-in-law calls and says "they caught a huge spider in the kitchen". Now I'm think OK big spider, but then they brought it over to show us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TIg1VhpNXBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LYsi_vO1fiQ/s1600/P9070010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TIg1VhpNXBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/LYsi_vO1fiQ/s320/P9070010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514716387639909394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TIg1VFaW-KI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dZx0JUklcoM/s1600/P9070002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TIg1VFaW-KI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dZx0JUklcoM/s320/P9070002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514716380061431970" border="0" /></a> Well the body of this thing is a full inch. YUCK!!!<br /><br />But it gets better. We are keeping it as a pet. I got a cotton ball put it in water placed it in a coke cap and Mike went out to find a cricket. He brings in a cricket the same size as the spider and we had the best show ever. The spider must have be real hunger, it drank some water and then attacked that cricket and ate the whole thing. WOW<br /><br />It was awesome. <br /><br />Poor Taylor will never have another good nights sleep until the spider dies.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-33677781270399184092010-07-18T11:36:00.005-04:002010-07-18T11:55:39.657-04:00Braces are gone!!!After three long years Tiffany finally gets to say good bye to her braces.<br />We have been thinking all week what she will pick to eat. I think we decided on corn on the cob. However the poor girl is in more pain now and is unable to suck a noodle.<br /><br />They do things different now, they do your impressions while you still have your braces on. This way the day you get your braces off you have a retainer to wear. This means your mouth hurts like you just got your braces tightened, and your month has to get used to a big chuck of plastic on the top and bottom. Poor girl will have to wait another week of her corn on the cob.<br /><br />I can't believe I had to get up this early<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg4DHwPGI/AAAAAAAAA8c/TdgM4NeQU8Q/s1600/100_1679%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg4DHwPGI/AAAAAAAAA8c/TdgM4NeQU8Q/s320/100_1679%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272117604727906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On our way to the dentist. At 7:50am after a long day a cedar point the day before.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg4guH_2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/fPfyt6YLasI/s1600/100_1680%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg4guH_2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/fPfyt6YLasI/s320/100_1680%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272125550296930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Getting ready and wishing my mom would put the camera way! heheh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg5MVpF9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/hlNUNmDrE1s/s1600/100_1681%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg5MVpF9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/hlNUNmDrE1s/s320/100_1681%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272137258768338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />They are finally off!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMhL8w0y_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/bXtl3gBecrY/s1600/100_1685%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMhL8w0y_I/AAAAAAAAA9M/bXtl3gBecrY/s320/100_1685%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272459495328754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Putting in retainer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg5520kNI/AAAAAAAAA88/qS42qBN1Vxc/s1600/100_1683%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg5520kNI/AAAAAAAAA88/qS42qBN1Vxc/s320/100_1683%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272149477527762" border="0" /></a><br />Retainer in for the first time! (ouch!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMhLnI9PVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/iEiihCFQk8Q/s1600/100_1684%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMhLnI9PVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/iEiihCFQk8Q/s320/100_1684%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272453690965330" border="0" /></a><br />They are off and my teeth feel slimmy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg5pS_iaI/AAAAAAAAA80/pDTJbZxXEv0/s1600/100_1682%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMg5pS_iaI/AAAAAAAAA80/pDTJbZxXEv0/s320/100_1682%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495272145032284578" border="0" /></a>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-53873828059815838942010-07-18T11:01:00.009-04:002010-07-18T12:35:58.690-04:00Cedar pointWoohoo, the long awaited trip to cedar point has arrived and so has the heat.<br />We were on the road by 6:30am on Thursday the 15th of July, and arrived to Dawn's disappointment 1 minute after the had park opened. However the ride down there was entertaining. I'm sure my children will be talking about Dawns iphone music for years to come. As well as the singing that came from the front of the van that provented everyone from sleeping except Audrey.<br /><br />Well standing in one of the lines for a water ride, a group of girls changed there minds and were jumping the fence to get out of line. When one of the girls fell face first onto the ground. Her poor face swelled up so fast. As we were trying to find someone to help, she ended up passing out. What a sad situation, a group of 16 year olds at the park with no parents and a freak accident ruins there trip.<br /><br />As for our group it was a great trip I think all of the kids enjoyed there time at the park. Steve ran out of energy shortly after lunch and was ready to sleep for the first time in 36 hours. However the rest of us were energized after a snack and ready to hit the rides. We left the park at about 9:10 and were on the road by 9:45 after most of us changed our clothes and ate a sandwich.<br /><br />It was Mikes turn to drive and all seemed to be going well until a group of semis caused me to have a little anxiety. So Dawn and Amy got to see and hear my Hic-a-burps in action. (I'm so glad I did not vomit!) Althought it sounds funny to others it sucks for me.<br /><br />We arrived home in good spirits and tired.<br /><br />Here are a few pics of our trip, not many pictures were taken due to the heat the camera was left in the van after lunch. I was replaced by frozen water.<br /><br /><br />Audrey slept the whole way.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMcuOz4LGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kOsZATEpkqA/s1600/100_1644%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMcuOz4LGI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kOsZATEpkqA/s320/100_1644%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495267550897384546" border="0" /></a>Dawn the walking jukebox<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMctdMSHRI/AAAAAAAAA7c/lvudX3TOvQI/s1600/100_1643%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMctdMSHRI/AAAAAAAAA7c/lvudX3TOvQI/s320/100_1643%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495267537577975058" border="0" /></a><br />Amy at the controls of the iphone<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMctN_e72I/AAAAAAAAA7U/u4kX_d-cg_s/s1600/100_1641%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMctN_e72I/AAAAAAAAA7U/u4kX_d-cg_s/s320/100_1641%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495267533497757538" border="0" /></a><br />Taylor enjoying Stroke it! LOL<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMcsuC28VI/AAAAAAAAA7M/sqi_9LtouEg/s1600/100_1639%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMcsuC28VI/AAAAAAAAA7M/sqi_9LtouEg/s320/100_1639%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495267524921979218" border="0" /></a><br />Steve and Tiffany wondering when they will hear a song from at least the 90's.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMcsPPag8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/zmWTjn7psdI/s1600/100_1638%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMcsPPag8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/zmWTjn7psdI/s320/100_1638%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495267516653142978" border="0" /></a>Maxair<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdZpv3qeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/D4TO_MhO6u0/s1600/100_1670%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdZpv3qeI/AAAAAAAAA8U/D4TO_MhO6u0/s320/100_1670%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268296862706146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdNXE483I/AAAAAAAAA8M/5b4UOQngeYs/s1600/100_1673%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdNXE483I/AAAAAAAAA8M/5b4UOQngeYs/s320/100_1673%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268085692167026" border="0" /></a>Roller coarsters<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdMeLFIWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zravM4qnAlk/s1600/100_1668%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdMeLFIWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/zravM4qnAlk/s320/100_1668%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268070417310050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdMDco1EI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ppoo45OA40A/s1600/100_1666%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdMDco1EI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ppoo45OA40A/s320/100_1666%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268063243195458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdLofbPWI/AAAAAAAAA70/jiqL3BIgfQI/s1600/100_1665%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdLofbPWI/AAAAAAAAA70/jiqL3BIgfQI/s320/100_1665%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268056007130466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdLE-GUyI/AAAAAAAAA7s/S4_Mx0s5zOo/s1600/100_1664%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TEMdLE-GUyI/AAAAAAAAA7s/S4_Mx0s5zOo/s320/100_1664%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495268046472106786" border="0" /></a><br />Dawn and Amy thanks for helping to make our vacation a great one.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-1880348665042514722010-07-06T20:33:00.005-04:002010-07-06T21:45:47.202-04:00SURPRISE!Here is how my Thursday was planned.<br /><br />I had to work from 6:30 to 1:30, clean house, do laundry, pack for up north, make a list for the pet sitter, hope to go to doctors, take Taylor to work, eat super and go to sleep early because I have been feeling under the weather. With all of this to do, of course I leave work late, get stuck by a 15 minute train, and in the process of sitting there waiting the doctor calls. They need to see me right away. I call Mike and tell him I will be late getting home.<br /><br />At the Doctor's office I find out I'm taking medication that is causing my sinuses to swell, making me sick. He gives me a shot, 3 prescriptions, and an over the counter pill.<br /><br />Now I'm way behind on getting my list finished before I collapse.<br /><br />I rush home and Mike is mowing the lawn, so I go in and make a list, start laundry, take Tay to work and head to Walmart. It took what seemed a life time at Walmart to get my prescriptions filled. So I thought I would be productive and plan supper. I'm going to grab steak and a marinade, so we can just grill and eat.<br /><br />When I go to pay for everything I notice that the pills the doctor tells me to by over the counter is $20 for thirty days and I could get it for $4.95 with a prescription because my insurance will cover it. So I call the Doctor and have them call it in and now I have to wait another 45 minutes.<br /><br />So Tiffany and I run home, put the groceries away and start to marinate the steak and chop food for up-north as well as for dinner. I remember that we had just recently ran out of propane for the grill so now we have to get that before we can eat.<br /><br />(I know I'm babbling but with reason it was an eventful day.)<br /><br />By this time we have to go get the prescriptions, fill up the gas for the grill, and oh I forgot I bought the first bottle of pills so I do have to return it before we leave Walmart for the second time. (And the returns line was huge!) I can almost see supper on the table when Tiffany says Lauren wants me to come by and look over what she has packed and if its the right stuff for up-north. I'm thinking "Are you kidding me!". I tell Tiffany to call Amy and make sure I have to do this, cuz I think Amy should know what is ok, but no, Amy tells Tiffany that it would be better if I would just double check.<br /><br />So we decide to stop on our way home from the store. As I'm getting out of the car I see that Mike stayed put so I say to Mike "Come on in and make sure Lauren has the right underwear packed!" As I walk in the door I hear a lound "SURPRISE!" and low and behold they all got me!<br /><br />The big 40 birthday did not go unnoticed.<br /><br />I got several wonderful gifts, had a lot of great company and wonderful food. (while the steak I was marinating sat on the counter getting warm!)<br />By the way I also had the greatest B-Day cakes! I will have to post pictures later, because I did not have a camera.<br /><br />Thank you all:<br />Dennis, Amy, Lauren, & Emily<br />Joe, Dawn, Tommy, Austine, & Ashley<br />Paul & Lisa<br />Paul O<br />Mike, Steve, Taylor, & Tiffany<br />Jeremie<br />Lupe<br />Susie<br />KristineJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-37441527000588259812010-06-25T15:54:00.005-04:002010-06-25T17:42:50.996-04:00Boredom comes to an end!With Mike being off of work for a week with his illness, everyone has gotten bored staying home. So today I had the day off and decided to try and fill the day with free activities.<br /><br />Taylor had to work at 3:30 so there is a time restraint. As we are walking out the door, I feel we need to make sure both of our kittens are not in the kitchen with the dogs. Low and behold we can not find one kitten. Everyone looks through the whole house at least three times and the kitten was nowhere to be found. It seemed like forever and I was about to give up thinking that he must have gotten outdoors somehow. The kids are sad and I'm worried to leave with out knowing the cat is OK, as the children will not enjoy the day. As I walk back into the house here sits the kitten looking at me like I'm nuts. What a wasted 20 minutes of my time!!!<br /><br /><br />So we started the day with a fishing and swimming trip to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Muylle's</span>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKMk860hI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wOJG7IVaHGU/s1600/100_1363%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKMk860hI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wOJG7IVaHGU/s320/100_1363%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486802932214714898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKMckRjhI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HBTHoG1y0UA/s1600/100_1361%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKMckRjhI/AAAAAAAAA6M/HBTHoG1y0UA/s320/100_1361%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486802929963863570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKL64f6vI/AAAAAAAAA6E/489EK5Ahrzs/s1600/100_1358%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKL64f6vI/AAAAAAAAA6E/489EK5Ahrzs/s320/100_1358%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486802920921885426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKLSxkbKI/AAAAAAAAA58/XQPgFQCmtpU/s1600/100_1353%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKLSxkbKI/AAAAAAAAA58/XQPgFQCmtpU/s320/100_1353%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486802910155402402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKK69nsQI/AAAAAAAAA50/QknNfSfT8S8/s1600/100_1350%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUKK69nsQI/AAAAAAAAA50/QknNfSfT8S8/s320/100_1350%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486802903763497218" border="0" /></a><br />Then for part two of the day we went to Bay City to see the River Roar boats practice. We had never been to the River Roar and did not know anything about it. What an exciting activity. We will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> be going to the River Roar again in the future.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK2cWVYLI/AAAAAAAAA68/2wL_LYvBlmA/s1600/100_1393%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK2cWVYLI/AAAAAAAAA68/2wL_LYvBlmA/s320/100_1393%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486803651459899570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK1uzYhhI/AAAAAAAAA60/5rlAb4V6z8Q/s1600/100_1399%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK1uzYhhI/AAAAAAAAA60/5rlAb4V6z8Q/s320/100_1399%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486803639233709586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK1OHm_TI/AAAAAAAAA6s/fLao84rcjyU/s1600/100_1379%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK1OHm_TI/AAAAAAAAA6s/fLao84rcjyU/s320/100_1379%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486803630460173618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK0sCQ9yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/_1tiIWBj-Wo/s1600/100_1410%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK0sCQ9yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/_1tiIWBj-Wo/s320/100_1410%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486803621310953250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK0HG13WI/AAAAAAAAA6c/1s9Jo5mEmx4/s1600/100_1369%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUK0HG13WI/AAAAAAAAA6c/1s9Jo5mEmx4/s320/100_1369%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486803611398036834" border="0" /></a>Now everyone is ready for a nap!!!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-21563741768565035382010-06-25T15:52:00.005-04:002010-06-25T17:36:31.687-04:00You do the DishesOur last outing for the school year was a trip to You Do the Dishes.<br />Most of the staff attended and here are our master pieces.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUJM78OcDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hAc8U9QJF2s/s1600/100_1348%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUJM78OcDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/hAc8U9QJF2s/s320/100_1348%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486801838874193970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUJLh2oarI/AAAAAAAAA5c/PQOuWdWXI7o/s1600/100_1346%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUJLh2oarI/AAAAAAAAA5c/PQOuWdWXI7o/s320/100_1346%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486801814691539634" border="0" /></a><br />Amy's is the bowl, Lisa's is the cup, Susie's is the box, Dawn's is the lg. jar, Kristine's is the monkey cup, Gabbie's is the butter dish, and Mine is the mug with feet.<br /><br />They all turned out great and I think I can speak for everyone, we had a great time!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-23053390912418408642010-06-25T15:46:00.005-04:002010-06-25T17:35:21.155-04:00Country Music Fest here we come. (bummer it's on family bowling day!)<br /><br />We ended up all going to the Fest together. We checked out the car show and the crafts as a family and then Taylor and Mike left Tiffany and I at the Island and went bowling.<br />Tiffany and I met up with Steve and Jessica to see the concert. It was a great day for an outside concert, however after 5 hours in direct sunlight we had enough of the concert and left before the end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIK6TZ1pI/AAAAAAAAA40/DsI998m08HM/s1600/100_1325%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIK6TZ1pI/AAAAAAAAA40/DsI998m08HM/s320/100_1325%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486800704563173010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIKPe9VAI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gAJvEtRgBpM/s1600/100_1324%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIKPe9VAI/AAAAAAAAA4s/gAJvEtRgBpM/s320/100_1324%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486800693068911618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUILVu55HI/AAAAAAAAA48/AWNgIFI2wjk/s1600/100_1328%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUILVu55HI/AAAAAAAAA48/AWNgIFI2wjk/s320/100_1328%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486800711926277234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We walk about half way home and then had Mike come and pick us up.<br />When I got home, Mike calls me into the bathroom to show me his arm.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIiR4hHiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/x9S-6I-aL_8/s1600/100_1339%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIiR4hHiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/x9S-6I-aL_8/s320/100_1339%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486801106029846050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIMvDmd8I/AAAAAAAAA5M/lK-IT-jEK98/s1600/100_1334%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIMvDmd8I/AAAAAAAAA5M/lK-IT-jEK98/s320/100_1334%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486800735903840194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIMF2N9yI/AAAAAAAAA5E/C9xLTGBrud8/s1600/100_1332%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/TCUIMF2N9yI/AAAAAAAAA5E/C9xLTGBrud8/s320/100_1332%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486800724841854754" border="0" /></a>What a mess. He caught poison oak over a week ago and it was not going away. Come to find out that he got a secondary infection and it turned into cellulitis. The poison oak was between his fingers and the secondary infection started to travel from his hand and up his arm. All I know is that he felt horrible and he is driving me nuts with his boredom. He has been unable to work since Monday and he is not to exert himself (which means lay on the couch and do nothing!).<br /><br />All I can say is Lord help me!!!!!!!!!!!!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-89150348408651383582010-04-24T10:18:00.005-04:002010-04-24T11:50:20.709-04:00Strange neighborI do have one of the worst neighbors (TONY). He is confrontational and doesn't understand that his opinion is not fact, he talks to everything (Yes I did mean thing, like grass, trees, fences, flags everything).<br /><br />He has been fling his USA flag up side down sense 1991. I understand that it is his right to do this as a way of his freedom of speech. But seriously how long is it going to take him to figure out that no one cares about why he is doing it, we just want it flipped over.<br /><br />While in one of my fits of rage toward this issue, Mike says "You ask the tough questions, TV 5 gets the tough answers." I took that as he was telling me to contact them, so I did. (Apparently he was being funny!)<br /><br />I emailed TV 5 at 2pm on Thursday the 22nd of April and at 3pm the same day I had a response. I really did not think they would even give my story a first look more less a second. To my surprise Friday the 23rd of April they tell me they will be at my house and the story will be on the 11 O'clock news. All I could think is what is this man going to do now. What have I done.<br />TV5 came and it went well, they talked with us, a few other neighbors and Tony's mother. Tony was not home, so it was not as bad as I thought it could be. Until one of the other neighbors went and got Tony and brought him home.<br /> All I can say is what an idiot!!!!!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyX58GAl5Y0FYPhs2Qk13l-wqzqOQk5QrR2Pcyh9a3DJkfb2_MMz9n1w8ZDHg_ZLBiepMdcODewQRKyIGW7lg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S9L-MDT_tGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ip6-uFH1x4s/s1600/100_0987%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S9L-MDT_tGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ip6-uFH1x4s/s320/100_0987%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463708780954891362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S9L-LzrHHvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/oJx23wCt3Q0/s1600/100_0986%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S9L-LzrHHvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/oJx23wCt3Q0/s320/100_0986%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463708776756879090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S9L-LY5VxUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/cnr_0mhJS8E/s1600/100_0985%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S9L-LY5VxUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/cnr_0mhJS8E/s320/100_0985%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463708769568802114" border="0" /></a>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-32143748241799096482010-04-10T15:05:00.006-04:002010-04-10T15:29:43.291-04:00Let me know what you think?Ok Here goes!<br /><br />Tiffany went shopping with Lauren to the Somerset Mall. When she gets home she is laughing and has a gift for me. Her and Lauren gather the Taylor and Mike and read me my gift. They were laughing and Mike was laughing it was funny. However it got even more funny as the night went on. Here is a photo of the gift she bought me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S8DNcBMB9bI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3FLaYT2S0xI/s1600/P4100208.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S8DNcBMB9bI/AAAAAAAAA4M/3FLaYT2S0xI/s320/P4100208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458588629611967922" border="0" /></a>So she explains to me that Mrs. Bojo told her to get it for me.<br /><br />Later I make popcorn and cover it with melted butter so that the popcorn became soggy. Tiffany asked why I put so much butter on the popcorn and I say "because I'm fat! Remember I need Girth Control." The Girls both start laughing and say that's not what it means. I say "It most certainly is what it means!" Then I asked what do you think it means and they say "nothing, whatever!"<br /><br />So now I have to look it up to make sure I have not lost my mind and sure enough Girth means "The <b>girth</b> of an object is a measurement around it."<br /><br />I also looked up the company to see what they thought and here is one of the many comments that I found "Girth Control, definitively marketed to women in a weight loss-obsessed world"<br /><br />Which brings me to my "Let me know what you think?". Does Amy think I'm fat??????<br /><br />As a side note, while moaning out loud in enjoyment over my bowl of hot buttered popcorn, Lauren proclaims to Tiffany "I think your mom is having an orgasm!!!" HAHAhahAHahah!!! I about choked on the kernels of ecstasy.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-61364851770571384062010-03-14T22:09:00.002-04:002010-03-14T22:12:28.820-04:00Fuddruckers after Tommy's game at the JoeAfter Tommy's game Amy and Tiffany were SOOOOO Hungry, so we went to fuddruckers for the after party. What great food and friends.<br /><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2ODYxODkwODkzNyZwdD*xMjY4NjE4OTUyMjE4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNTUxMjIwOTQzNDQ*/NjJjODg5ZTFiNjNlOGRhODkwYiZvZj*w.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/jillmuylle/d90ff225.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-89335359160886040562010-03-14T21:47:00.002-04:002010-03-14T21:54:24.631-04:00Tommy's game at the JoeI went to the Joe Louis Ice Arena to see Tommy play hockey. This was one of the most intense games ever. Tommy's team is listed as Bay Co. on the score board.<br /><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2ODYxNzU1NjI5NiZwdD*xMjY4NjE3NjE5MDAwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNTUxMjIwOTQzNDQ*/NjJjODg5ZTFiNjNlOGRhODkwYiZvZj*w.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/jillmuylle/88b90fbd.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed></div><br /><br /><br />Way to go Bay County Blizzard White 2001!!!<br />I had a great time thank you for letting us join you. <br /><br />GREAT GAME TOMMY!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-66522150085113893802010-01-20T18:53:00.007-05:002010-01-20T20:14:04.525-05:00The CRASHESOn Thursday, January 7th, I got home from work about 2:30. I decided to take Taylor to work early, because it was snowing and the roads were a little slippery.<br /><br />As I was driving we saw several bad drivers. So I took that as a teaching moment. I put the truck into 4 wheel drive and told Taylor and Tiffany to watch the cars slip and slide all over the place. As I just start to accelerate from putting the truck into 4 wheel drive. One of the kids say "HE IS GOING TO HIT US!". Sure enough the dumb ass hit us.<br /><br />Now my anxiety level is high! I'm instantly sick to my stomach and I NEED Mike for help. So I call 911 and I tell the kids to call there Dad. So the call to 911 went really well and fast, but the call to Mike was not so easy.<br />Tiffany "Dad, we were in a car accident and Mom wants you to Come."<br /> "Cuz she, Yes, I don't no."<br /><br />Me "Just tell him forget it! I just wanted him to come!"<br /><br /><br />So several minutes later Mike rounds the corner. I step behind the truck so I can mouth to him "can you believe this." When Tiffany Yells "DADS GOING TO HITS US!" (thank God for the yelling!)<br /><br />So I step out of the way, and sure enough I get hit again!! Yes by my husband.<br /><br />He gets out of the car and said something like "How did that happen?"<br />(I don't think anyone wants to here my answer!)<br /><br />I'm standing there with one man I don't know, that smashed the front of my truck, and a man I called for help, that smashed the back of my truck and the front of my car. Please tell me who am I upset with, and why does Mike think this is funny?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S1egI7A2ANI/AAAAAAAAA38/wsO0PUQdxtA/s1600-h/0107001546.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S1egI7A2ANI/AAAAAAAAA38/wsO0PUQdxtA/s320/0107001546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428983950959050962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S1epaBwuEEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HEao1ba0iD4/s1600-h/0107001529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S1epaBwuEEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HEao1ba0iD4/s320/0107001529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428994140432896066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It took the full weekend before I was able to laugh about this double crash moment. Amy had ask Tiffany what I said when Mike hit me? I know the F word was part of what I said, but I'm not sure what I said. (I think I was in shock, cuz he is still living! haha)<br /><br />However Tiffany just wants to know "How many times do you think the spouse hits a spouse that has already been hit?"<br /><br />This is a late post but I could not pass it up!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-91396470641181888862010-01-14T19:50:00.004-05:002010-01-14T20:14:31.481-05:00The MouseWednesday I came home from work, to have Mike tell me Talyor thinks he has a mouse in his room. We have a rule about not eating in any room other then the kitchen. Taylor thinks this rule does not apply to him. So lets just say there was a lot of trash up stairs and most of it was food products. So we set a trap.<br /><br />Moments later Tiffany is in her room and says "mom I think there is something in here!". So I go in her room to find a critter has eaten her Christmas candy. I clean up her room and continue on with reading my book. <br /><br />It took about 2 minutes before Tiffany is freaking out. "Mom It's on my desk, it's brown, It's huge!" I yell for Mike, and go to calm Tiffany down. As I sit on her bed next to her, she see it again.<br />(This next step will not surprise anyone who knows me!)<br /><br />I ask her if she has her camera. I run to the kitchen and get a spoonful of peanut butter, a paper plate, and sat it on her desk. Then we wait.......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BEusZ1VI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iGCGQBUZRRA/s1600-h/100_0143%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BEusZ1VI/AAAAAAAAA3E/iGCGQBUZRRA/s320/100_0143%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426768363002647890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BEPBaPqI/AAAAAAAAA28/zY11SEXkFo8/s1600-h/100_0142%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BEPBaPqI/AAAAAAAAA28/zY11SEXkFo8/s320/100_0142%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426768354500820642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BD04CYKI/AAAAAAAAA20/sRi_5ZA5-38/s1600-h/100_0147%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BD04CYKI/AAAAAAAAA20/sRi_5ZA5-38/s320/100_0147%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426768347482185890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BDc9BiWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/i9mK5UpSalA/s1600-h/100_0152%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BDc9BiWI/AAAAAAAAA2s/i9mK5UpSalA/s320/100_0152%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426768341060651362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BDFFRi8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yHXw9r-_vBI/s1600-h/100_0158%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/S0_BDFFRi8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yHXw9r-_vBI/s320/100_0158%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426768334652804034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well as you can see she had a mouse. It was brown, but not huge. She named it Fred. She fell in love with the little guy. So guess what happened next. Dad set a trap and killed Fred before Tiffany even got into the bathroom, and she is NOT happy with DAD!!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-36575061251661302572009-12-03T20:49:00.002-05:002009-12-03T21:08:14.283-05:00Holiday HousewalkOn my way to work Wednesday, the radio station was talking about the Holiday Housewalk. Tiffany and I thought it would be a fun thing to go to, however it was $20 per ticket, so I said "not so close to Christmas". She got out of the truck to go to school and the Radio Station said they would take the third caller. Sure enough I was the third caller. <br /><br />So today after work and school Tiffany went on our Housewalk. We started in Saginaw where there were three houses, then to Freeland for one house, off to Bay City for one house and three condo's. They were all really nice houses. However the House in Freeland (owned by the president of SVSU) was amazing. It was huge! They had four kitchens, one outside, the main kitchen, one in the in-law wing, and one in the basement. They had a garage for the golf cart, as well as a regular garage that I think fit three cars. I could go on and on to was so huge.<br /><br />They would not let us take picture of I would have tons.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-23445984777213242722009-11-30T13:10:00.003-05:002009-11-30T13:23:14.745-05:00WOWIt has been a long time away from the blogging world. I must say I miss it.<br />So I will restart my blogging with an email that I received from my Mom.<br /><br />This is a true story and this is all in the backyard of her home.<br /><br />Real men catch and release........<br /><br />For those who haven't heard the story. The deer must have wandered into the dog pen that doesn't get used much. The door was open, but he must have closed it behind himself and then was captive.<br /><br />We don't know how long he was in there probably several hours. The pen was bent where he was jumping, trying to get out.<br /><br />The resident hunter here, ran and got the camera and took the pictures and then released his catch....<br /><br />What a guy. That's what the deer said as he ran along......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM7sBqhfI/AAAAAAAAA18/fT8iu7wk_qk/s1600/real+men1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM7sBqhfI/AAAAAAAAA18/fT8iu7wk_qk/s320/real+men1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409963271948764658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM7XOpSXI/AAAAAAAAA10/qOzItMRIC-s/s1600/real+men2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM7XOpSXI/AAAAAAAAA10/qOzItMRIC-s/s320/real+men2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409963266366065010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM60i-VpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LPtYWJ2kBmk/s1600/real+men3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM60i-VpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LPtYWJ2kBmk/s320/real+men3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409963257056089746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM6eMrMlI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CboaYM998VA/s1600/real+men4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SxQM6eMrMlI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CboaYM998VA/s320/real+men4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409963251056980562" border="0" /></a>I just think that is so cool.Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-68339778386622206212009-08-14T18:31:00.002-04:002009-08-14T18:45:34.635-04:00Today started with Tiffany and I taking a walk in the garden. While we were outback I noticed a Morning Dove under the little kids Jeep. Tiffany was not having any part of getting close to it. She did not want to get bit or scare it. So she took the camera and I decided to come up from behind the Jeep, to see how close to the bird I could get. To our surprise the bird did not move. I was able to touch it and then go get some seeds and touch it again. <br />We went to a yard sale and came back to see if it was still their. It was gone, so I figured it had the wind knocked out of it, and needed to regroup. Thus allowing us to get close, otherwise I have know idea why it did not fly away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SoXmFaGWoWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ipYFpY5AHOU/s1600-h/P8140047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SoXmFaGWoWI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ipYFpY5AHOU/s320/P8140047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369951111288889698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SoXmFxuPg3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/9q7-A9VGr_s/s1600-h/P8140051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SoXmFxuPg3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/9q7-A9VGr_s/s320/P8140051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369951117630210930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SoXmGJZ5QNI/AAAAAAAAA1c/w3Kmusd1YVA/s1600-h/P8140054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SoXmGJZ5QNI/AAAAAAAAA1c/w3Kmusd1YVA/s320/P8140054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369951123987316946" border="0" /></a>WeJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-46818238203925917312009-08-12T21:09:00.006-04:002009-08-12T22:02:35.311-04:00Playing at workToday I took the children to Green Point Nature Center in Saginaw. Oh my, was it fun. The Rangers taught the children to fish and helped the children when they caught a fish.<br />Anyone that knows me, knows that I would fish any day of the week. (I love it)<br /><br />I like to also teach others to fish and truly just enjoy watching them learn and have fun.<br /><br />My little buddy Austin is my work in progress. I have been trying to teach him to cast and wind with NO help. It is hard to see him struggle, but when he gets it, I know he will be so proud of himself. Well here is a proud moment for me. I just come to tears typing, I just love this kid!!!<br /><br />Check out the pictures at the <a href="http://childcarelittlebloomers.blogspot.com/">Little Bloomers blog</a>.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyyTwY7tJTujfIDl0_KQb0ZwuOCFD8ACmBIQQi4SUrz5rALtG9d_SlrBbsDetkDqYPHchkRU9MJbFmeYpoFfg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-11636830786137339222009-08-09T18:39:00.007-04:002009-08-09T20:57:57.408-04:00Dinner with FriendsThis a little late, but darn it, it's getting done!<br /><br />Last Thursday the Papesh's, the Bojo's, and the Muylle's took some time out of their busy schedules to celebrate the birthdays of Dawn, Dennis, and Jill. We try and get together for the birthday of the month at the restaurant of choice of the birthday person. Since there were 3 birthday's relatively close together we combined the dinner date into a single night.<br /><br />This would be the first of such dates that were children free! I think we all looked forward to an adult night out. The Muylle's waited intently at the Bojo's for the Papesh's to arrive from dropping off their kids at Dawn's mothers. This will be the first time the restaurant of choice will have to be a consensus pick. Jill was not picky about where to eat but did state a few places she did not want satisfy her hunger. I do not recall Dennis suggesting any places, but Amy had chosen a few places we had not attended yet, one being Jake's in Old Town Saginaw. When Joe and Dawn arrived she volunteered her places of choice and one of them also happened to be Jake's. It was agreed upon that this would be our destination.<br /><br />We piled into the Papesh's van. Amy was given the duty of giving Joe directions to the fine eatery. Well, it took all of 5 houses before Amy screamed "WAIT!!!". Yes, this was the 1st turn we were supposed to take and Amy missed. Joe applied his brakes and casually drove the van in reverse 3 houses or so in order to make the turn. A few blocks later... "WAIT!". Again, Amy missed telling Joe another turn. I learned that Amy is easy to distract. It is kind of like a child who seems to be paying attention, then says "Oh, look, shinny things!" and you lose them. We agreed to not allow Amy to talk so we could get to our destination before Labor Day.<br /><br />We arrive and all pile out of the minivan... picture being at the circus and clowns piling out of the car. We approach the front door when someone reads a sign in the foyer. It's a dress code. No hats are to be worn. No sports Jerseys. Dennis firmly states that he will not be taking his hat off while dining.<br /><br />Our hostess greets us, takes us to our table where we eagerly look over the fine dining menu. Within minutes our server comes to the table, explains the soup of the day and casually leans into Dennis and politely asks him to remove his hat. Dennis was not pleased and was putting up a little fight in hopes of not having to remove his skull cover. Amy, fearing Dennis was overstepping his bounds starts flicking his arm over and over believing this may get his attention to just abide by the rules. After numerous flicks, Dennis raies his voice "If you do not stop flicking me I will throw it at her!". Awkward! Dennis succumbs to the evil tyranny of the restaurants rules and places his hat in his lap. Whew....<br /><br />When it comes to our time to order, Dawn wanted a glass of wine for dinner. The server informs Dawn they only sell bottles (CHA CHING). Joe tells Dawn to get the bottle of red wine and he would share it with her. Our server then asks Dennis what he would like, he asks for the T-Bone, to which she replies " I am sorry sir, we our out of the T-Bone and Whitefish." Oh crap, more fuel being added to the fire. You would think our server would let us know what they are out of before we order. Dennis glances through the menu and makes his second choice. I can just imagine what he is thinking. The rest of us order our meals, which except for Dawn, came with either a sweet potato or a baked potato. More on the potatoes later. The wine glasses come with many spots even after Amy spotted the server repeatedly trying to clean them before bringing them to us.<br /><br />Before the appetizers that Joe and Dennis ordered had arrived.... Dawn was beginning to show signs of giddyness. ( if thats a word) The wine was working fast. Slowly she was laughing at everything, her voice was getting louder and Joe was thinking "This could be my night!". Numerous times Joe would have to turn to Dawn and with his hand in the air and motioning it to the floor and say "Tone it down, tone it down". She was becoming flush in the face. She was now telling stories about her and Joe that only a hotel in Florida knew about. Joe and I traded many of fist fives as he was headin down the road to a night of passionate wine sex!<br /><br />Keep in mind, this is a "Fine Dining" establishment. Joe brought to our attention that the server would not refill their wine glasses. Even after numerous hints from Amy and Dawn. We had to ask to have our water glasses refilled. The plates we were finished with slowly piled up. It was not because they were busy, there wasn't any more than 15 people in there.<br /><br />Our food came, Joe's sweet potato was half the size of his steak (which was not very big), Amy, Jill, and Mike's baked potatoes were so over done, you could not mash them. They were burnt nearly all the way through. Not even burying them in sour cream and butter could save them. The meats we had chosen were pretty good. Dawn had chosen a Surf and Turf dish. It looked pretty, not sure what was all in it. Dawn had taken a picture of it to show friends. Shortly after our server approached Dawn handed her a card and whispered to her, so we could not hear, that if she was going to post the picture of her meal, to please use the name of the Chef, that it was the Chef's signature dish and to say where she had purchased it. Please... it wasn't anything that special and with how we feel about the experience I do no think the Chef would want to see a public comment.<br /><br />The dessert tray was brought over. Joe asked about the apple pie, wanting to make sure it did not have a dry crust. Amy and Joe had ordered the apple pie ala mode. Amy's was a perfect looking piece, the same size as the sample that was shown. Joe's, well, it was at least half the size. I think his sweet potato was bigger.<br /><br />I am sorry to say to any of you planning to patronize this establishment, Jake's , that the service was bad, the food was on the most part below average, a dress code is in effect and since our bills combined for almost $250... I rate it 1/2 stars. Only because the meats were good.<br /><br />Shoot, before I forget, during our meal, at the table next to us Joe pointed out a gentleman who had his shirt unbuttoned half way down his chest, his napkin firmly stuffed in his shirt. Trying to escape out of his shirt over the napkin was a small wookie. There was so much hair escaping over the napkin. I believe we will try and get a picture up of it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sn9pcG6LgoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hh6W4AqlWd8/s1600-h/dawn+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sn9pcG6LgoI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hh6W4AqlWd8/s320/dawn+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368125212460810882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sn9o5VML0mI/AAAAAAAAA08/MPaV8s0t77Q/s1600-h/dude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sn9o5VML0mI/AAAAAAAAA08/MPaV8s0t77Q/s320/dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124614999003746" border="0" /></a>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-49081951774315537472009-08-01T16:41:00.002-04:002009-08-08T11:33:13.350-04:00Golf 2009<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Sorry people I lied, no golf update this year. <a href="http://saintprairiedawn.blogspot.com/">Dawn</a> gave a great update, you must read her blog.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /> Golf update soon!!<br /><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*OTE1OTI4MjQwNiZwdD*xMjQ5MTU5MzI1ODU5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNTUxMjIwOTQzNDQ*NjJjODg5ZTFiNjNlOGRhODkwYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/jillmuylle/4a081a3d.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-18405918330562011592009-07-18T11:59:00.002-04:002009-07-18T12:00:59.917-04:00Tiff's last ball game.<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzkzMjcxMzkzNyZwdD*xMjQ3OTMyNzUyNDA2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNTUxMjIwOTQzNDQ*NjJjODg5ZTFiNjNlOGRhODkwYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/jillmuylle/00c6f168.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-58186994026094586842009-07-18T11:45:00.002-04:002009-07-18T11:48:27.267-04:004th of July Muylle PartyHere is 26 photos out of the 300 taken at the Muylle party!<br />What a great time and a perfect day! Thank you to all of my friends and family that came to spend the day with us.<br /><br /><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzkzMTkyNzIzNCZwdD*xMjQ3OTMxOTUwNDA2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNTUxMjIwOTQzNDQ*NjJjODg5ZTFiNjNlOGRhODkwYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/jillmuylle/57640fba.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-56992659245298123132009-07-18T11:13:00.002-04:002009-07-18T11:19:11.866-04:00Forth of JulyBoy I am behind on the blogging!<br />Every 4th we go to the downtown Saginaw fireworks. I just like them better then the other near by cities and there is less travel and traffic.<br />This year Steve, Jessica, Courtnie & Molly joined us. While we were there my sister Donna and children stopped by to join in on our fun and games.<br /><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzkyOTk3MTA5MyZwdD*xMjQ3OTMwMDMwMDc4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*yNTUxMjIwOTQzNDQ*NjJjODg5ZTFiNjNlOGRhODkwYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w279.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w279.photobucket.com/albums/kk148/jillmuylle/2a052cfa.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-78077698962045934752009-07-09T21:38:00.003-04:002009-07-09T21:50:13.192-04:00Ladder BallWe when to my parents for three days. While we were there we played a game called ladder ball. My parents have had this game for a while and I've always wanted it. But you see it looks so easy to make, I can't see buying it.<br /><br />So today Mike and I are were alone, Tiffany still at Grandparents, and Taylor at work. Mike and I could not sit all day and do nothing, so we decided to make ladder ball.<br />We did it with out one argument. (wink, wink)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Slac-eFOU0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/-iFcFCcqx5s/s1600-h/P7090259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Slac-eFOU0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/-iFcFCcqx5s/s320/P7090259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356641403844580162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Slac-GNnXkI/AAAAAAAAA0g/k8cU3alCODc/s1600-h/P7090257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Slac-GNnXkI/AAAAAAAAA0g/k8cU3alCODc/s320/P7090257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356641397437324866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Slac-z1gvKI/AAAAAAAAA0w/gXgpj2v_DCM/s1600-h/P7090262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Slac-z1gvKI/AAAAAAAAA0w/gXgpj2v_DCM/s320/P7090262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356641409684257954" border="0" /></a>We stopped at the store to see what it would cost to buy, before we went for supplies just in case it would be cheaper to buy. It was $49.99 on sale at Dunham's. It cost us, are you ready, wait for it, $37.46. However if we were to make another one it would only cost $25.<br /><br />I actually think mine is sturdier then the one at the store.<br />I'm so proud!!!!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-84634585527762473232009-07-07T10:57:00.006-04:002009-07-07T11:31:48.160-04:00Fun Filled Day!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn6GQGoCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/krbNn-uSpII/s1600-h/P7060124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355738629681881122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn6GQGoCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/krbNn-uSpII/s320/P7060124.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn5jKIwUI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/YwkqI1w1FQ8/s1600-h/P7060110.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355738620261613890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn5jKIwUI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/YwkqI1w1FQ8/s320/P7060110.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn5Qz7GrI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iBI8wNid-Wo/s1600-h/P7060108.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355738615336606386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn5Qz7GrI/AAAAAAAAA0I/iBI8wNid-Wo/s320/P7060108.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn46__S9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/c8511rd9yDA/s1600-h/P7060105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355738609481632722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn46__S9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/c8511rd9yDA/s320/P7060105.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn4bhLYZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-KPp3bKgw_E/s1600-h/P7060092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355738601030902162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNn4bhLYZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-KPp3bKgw_E/s320/P7060092.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmbOMCsuI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Jd17PpXzX-A/s1600-h/P7060039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736999724757730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmbOMCsuI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Jd17PpXzX-A/s320/P7060039.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmaZiJlbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zDeR7AK2Jfk/s1600-h/P7060031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736985590404530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmaZiJlbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zDeR7AK2Jfk/s320/P7060031.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmaPBg71I/AAAAAAAAAzg/6pga-TCMFx0/s1600-h/P7060029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736982769168210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmaPBg71I/AAAAAAAAAzg/6pga-TCMFx0/s320/P7060029.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmZj3sWCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yLdtwARlVP4/s1600-h/P7060025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736971185248290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNmZj3sWCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yLdtwARlVP4/s320/P7060025.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNlqdZAjJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4Juc7b0_CGo/s1600-h/P7060024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736161992084626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNlqdZAjJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4Juc7b0_CGo/s320/P7060024.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNlp1RCJ3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZC97KMQN61k/s1600-h/P7060020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736151221217138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNlp1RCJ3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZC97KMQN61k/s320/P7060020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736146390118578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNlpjRNcLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/ay5KWAYhg4g/s320/P7060014.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355736136423384370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/SlNlo-I9JTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/7VF59FxS9aY/s320/P7060003.JPG" /></div><br /><br />Some picture we took Friday after arriving in Interlochen at my mom's!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834711496558661962.post-60047667538293839192009-06-21T11:10:00.005-04:002009-06-21T11:21:28.923-04:00Just cute!This weekend we had three graduations parties to attend. I of course forgot my camera, so I have no great pictures to showoff. I just don't feel right going the whole weekend with out a cute picture to share.<br /><br />So here is the only thing I could come up with. Taylor's best friend Mitchell had his party yesterday and they had nut cups sitting on each table. After eating most of the cup, we noticed that we were eating Mitchell.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sj5PKGs2hlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5WE--S6VB1o/s1600-h/P6210002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sj5PKGs2hlI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5WE--S6VB1o/s320/P6210002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349800442378749522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sj5PDv0tNEI/AAAAAAAAAyo/4VmEnHkGzt4/s1600-h/P6210001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rP643fyAAI/Sj5PDv0tNEI/AAAAAAAAAyo/4VmEnHkGzt4/s320/P6210001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349800333158462530" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't that just the cutest thing ever?Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722676401484930490noreply@blogger.com3