tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37410570248405374912024-03-05T18:16:20.660-08:00Ode to a Perfect Snow DayThe Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-86036259522978518832012-06-03T16:14:00.000-07:002012-06-03T16:14:19.073-07:00Fasting for a FriendI had a dear friend lose his wife. She was in a fatal car accident in Utah. I fasted today for her family- her sweet husband and 4 boys. I asked my children if they would like to fast with me...<br />
These were my responses:<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"But mom I'll be HUNGRY all during church!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"What are you making for lunch. If it's something gross then I'm not doing it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"No I don't think I'll do that."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"I'm not going to fast. But if YOU die then I'll fast."</span><br />
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Apparently we need a Family Home Evening Lesson on Fasting and Prayer. Anyways I hope my friend Nate is buoyed up by some of the other people fasting for him and his family. I'm pretty sure the prayers from my family were all about being tortured by their mother. If any good came from fasting today it was that most of my kids didn't have breakfast spilled all over their church clothes today.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6doIzv2kxtjtGdHfIHjVdGI1-6ROSkORxGd3Afvp-trEUWVqCbEwG6p2HxxTe69aWi6nazmF3esgmPCR5OrzVhf59o7SL4I_KEdVOs1C3R1ZYhDAK00TfjmXiSkfvtQ-iGAy4-RNF1GE/s1600/02342012+482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6doIzv2kxtjtGdHfIHjVdGI1-6ROSkORxGd3Afvp-trEUWVqCbEwG6p2HxxTe69aWi6nazmF3esgmPCR5OrzVhf59o7SL4I_KEdVOs1C3R1ZYhDAK00TfjmXiSkfvtQ-iGAy4-RNF1GE/s400/02342012+482.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-29194891083012374402011-11-21T22:42:00.001-08:002011-11-21T23:10:16.271-08:00What if Our Christmas Card were for REALS?<div><br /></div><div>Okay so it's the time of year again when everyone expects a card that says how wonderful the year was and how thin I am and how smart the kids are and how rich my husband is, and how happy we all are together... well I just can't fake it this year. Don't be surprised if you get a Christmas card/family picture of the Snow Family that includes: Melissa in her brown sweat suit, Dave will be in the picture but wishing he was at another race, Phoenix and Poppy will be wrestling/fighting/poking each other. Willow will have a sour look on her face because her mother just told her she couldn't wear whatever it was that she wanted, and Lily will have a night gown on her head (as Rapunzel hair), and a purple and black scarf stuffed into her panties(so she can be the King Lion). I wonder what people would think if I sent a card out with what we really looked like? Do you ever read peoples cards and think they must be lying? Yeah me too.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3v_plOq4aSDE_KjzwyYOJjAtqhe0ZzzAzHcCy2EKcPF1rH-uxW8qFVGRJl5krUYsZ3YKwSBiI6asJObxWRqBhj5bZBrVz74Ppgd7lTMfnYns9D3gGiJt78J6L8nNN7_t5NPgNJj6QNQ/s1600/02032011+237.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3v_plOq4aSDE_KjzwyYOJjAtqhe0ZzzAzHcCy2EKcPF1rH-uxW8qFVGRJl5krUYsZ3YKwSBiI6asJObxWRqBhj5bZBrVz74Ppgd7lTMfnYns9D3gGiJt78J6L8nNN7_t5NPgNJj6QNQ/s320/02032011+237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677712208245534722" /></a> Yes that is Willow hitting Poppy .<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzjIlG8YciZTXyDDial-sn3_aLfKPWfyprnM7qPj4DIJCQ2XOKUmBzIs1UQphRUiFSbeJecREPyL2b-8TVCrKCIIjoOANgrCCHEe8rsfGeGssQz97gkLVhpepHikU18Fu4XYthYC4mLg/s1600/09152011+007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzjIlG8YciZTXyDDial-sn3_aLfKPWfyprnM7qPj4DIJCQ2XOKUmBzIs1UQphRUiFSbeJecREPyL2b-8TVCrKCIIjoOANgrCCHEe8rsfGeGssQz97gkLVhpepHikU18Fu4XYthYC4mLg/s320/09152011+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677712201874832306" /></a> Yes that is Dave modelling his new motorcycle helmet<br /></div>The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-36162480573128552452011-11-13T18:27:00.000-08:002011-11-13T18:35:38.170-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIuFgylzfOciNtGc8pC48tOSshfKJUvX0Z0wPBSb69AVrUGXbZRoqh8uLMbMhiKwvEeSXIBN-zLncsKiCi0L0__2g0NJWGf0GWTWwx081sjUxBTTIicedsIwcWbmIPG-ipYg1xuxJS9g/s1600/7222011+067.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIuFgylzfOciNtGc8pC48tOSshfKJUvX0Z0wPBSb69AVrUGXbZRoqh8uLMbMhiKwvEeSXIBN-zLncsKiCi0L0__2g0NJWGf0GWTWwx081sjUxBTTIicedsIwcWbmIPG-ipYg1xuxJS9g/s320/7222011+067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674673779822281410" /></a>These two never cease to make me laugh. This is a picture taken this summer, but very little has changed. I think that they will forever be this, the bobsey twins. Sometimes it's him teasing her and sometimes it's her beating on him. I keep telling her that "someday he'll be bigger than you and he will really let you have it...." but I don't think he has it in him to "let anyone have it". Funny huh.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-28773791493884783442011-04-22T13:44:00.000-07:002011-04-22T14:03:03.636-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-Oeh0olmAEAC5CITiLAYJ_96Z5FQQwl3DQlyGG-fKA6Rh5-YCfTEbWwUks3C3cQPogdRaqPF5CJRTjzCJn4VcZKts1heRleMMXk_QxiEbZH13ICAh1btRH-JDkMhAkx-7WLPZkH-71U/s1600/02032011+340.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-Oeh0olmAEAC5CITiLAYJ_96Z5FQQwl3DQlyGG-fKA6Rh5-YCfTEbWwUks3C3cQPogdRaqPF5CJRTjzCJn4VcZKts1heRleMMXk_QxiEbZH13ICAh1btRH-JDkMhAkx-7WLPZkH-71U/s320/02032011+340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598513745632085874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOtSHCJ6eTbn4ld2zSbqt2n9qNOp6ByyaVG4YUvwZtYyJnwvRX3IPeYvyk4Iy0jYhTERc0hIHqua28o7WgOIMIduqtU12ZvLvgSSTcnxCBEyUHB6EmAbPt5ewKTgmfNSJL5n_B6Yxbbg/s1600/02032011+270.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOtSHCJ6eTbn4ld2zSbqt2n9qNOp6ByyaVG4YUvwZtYyJnwvRX3IPeYvyk4Iy0jYhTERc0hIHqua28o7WgOIMIduqtU12ZvLvgSSTcnxCBEyUHB6EmAbPt5ewKTgmfNSJL5n_B6Yxbbg/s320/02032011+270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598513739435693106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8UiXfMaICTS_6nFGun_yOoXeV7K7mb6TGV7UWLgDX2udO8wkmMhLDsTOWwjJJmZTmjN89beN8RhCyKEcndUa03BCXvmOyeCWTyYTq6bTeochumgVE_7FH2f6QTvfhgwFHVi3CwD02L8/s1600/02032011+267.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8UiXfMaICTS_6nFGun_yOoXeV7K7mb6TGV7UWLgDX2udO8wkmMhLDsTOWwjJJmZTmjN89beN8RhCyKEcndUa03BCXvmOyeCWTyYTq6bTeochumgVE_7FH2f6QTvfhgwFHVi3CwD02L8/s320/02032011+267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598513736822458834" border="0" /></a><br />San Felipe for Spring Break! The weather was perfect, and so were the fish tacos! I actually had shrimp which were even better! We rode the motorcylces and quads, and the barney(sand rail). We swam, and picked up shells for the summer sale. We shopped in town and helped the local economy which is so sad. Dave took the kids fishing in the boat and each one reeled some in. The neighbor Joe helped the kids fish from the shore. Then in the evening on Thursday the grunion ran! It was a crack up to watch the kids flop down on the beach to catch them! We ate smores, and dutch oven goodies! It was so relaxing!<br /><br />The car ride down is always a treat. 6 hours. The car ride home was even better this time. Dave didn't bathe the WHOLE time we were there. His man stink was a little much for me. At one point I wondered if he would notice if I tried to sit in the back with the kids. The border patrol agent passed us through faster than ever before. NO Secondary Check Point to search further for us. I think we could have camouflaged the stink from a dead body!<br /><br />PS I took these pictures but not in San Felipe. I still haven't downloaded those pictures yet! Lazy I know.<br />LovesThe Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-29260727826425565962011-01-22T08:32:00.000-08:002011-01-22T08:35:08.127-08:00A Weekend OwedSo Dave went to the races and got to do all those greasy things that happen in a pit crew. Now it's my turn. All I really want is to eat and have a pedicure. Where to go on a girls weekend?The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-15453310184299576412011-01-19T09:28:00.000-08:002011-01-20T14:17:39.363-08:00Dave's Many Adventures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jNBLVMUuv7651LhNsqsxhCiCdkn-27EHxwRsUpul-29J_wvCARbPhf8ksaBs_rhvO7lQM4nBE8iEEGMIrdJim_0QbbMGLbwTYZq7go5WqAFzW8iw3VLqpyGHvl6vYhZ40S7_QyuJDF0/s1600/01172011+401.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jNBLVMUuv7651LhNsqsxhCiCdkn-27EHxwRsUpul-29J_wvCARbPhf8ksaBs_rhvO7lQM4nBE8iEEGMIrdJim_0QbbMGLbwTYZq7go5WqAFzW8iw3VLqpyGHvl6vYhZ40S7_QyuJDF0/s320/01172011+401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563951553992708770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipm7zu9mAqZFKi0vImZ15Ala3kKBheUsmKA8N46n8IsQ-uIXR2RQuvqSRe8y06c3a1xtTA7mf2V75LusF4eEPngqYtpFPM0idx3G3dE1v4rCzV3lqdeX4O0F1cU6rPBAiwbjZKRps_Yik/s1600/01172011+259.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipm7zu9mAqZFKi0vImZ15Ala3kKBheUsmKA8N46n8IsQ-uIXR2RQuvqSRe8y06c3a1xtTA7mf2V75LusF4eEPngqYtpFPM0idx3G3dE1v4rCzV3lqdeX4O0F1cU6rPBAiwbjZKRps_Yik/s320/01172011+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563951542097822850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXXAMsAXxyJ8z2bWI6AA8h1qB1HGpVppNY8apvjPZ12hOzlmflYjShhkuvmARF3qh7ul7HeGxbPfRjO2omxwhSCoIBXWmJRD3G4aqXBAqTjCPXFIn3CydrAxFBb1CbV95KGaLnCsDHOU/s1600/01172011+275.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXXAMsAXxyJ8z2bWI6AA8h1qB1HGpVppNY8apvjPZ12hOzlmflYjShhkuvmARF3qh7ul7HeGxbPfRjO2omxwhSCoIBXWmJRD3G4aqXBAqTjCPXFIn3CydrAxFBb1CbV95KGaLnCsDHOU/s320/01172011+275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563951538348239394" border="0" /></a><br />Dave the High Adventurer went for another little weekend getaway. This time he went to Laughlin to work with the pit crew for a race team(BJ Balldwin)! He flew home with James and JD in James's 4 seater plane! <br /><br />PS Sorry I had to delete a few posts. They had too much personal info in them. We don't want any unwanted visitors... or maybe we do!The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-9640147521537257322010-08-04T12:44:00.001-07:002010-08-04T13:11:08.233-07:00The Omen<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4MDk1MDk*MTY*MCZwdD*xMjgwOTUwOTgyMTI1JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*5ZWFlNWQxODZjMWE*/OTY3YmFkMGU3N2RkYmZiZDVkMSZvZj*w.gif" /><a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c11/IrishStud022/?action=view¤t=bird_poop.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c11/IrishStud022/bird_poop.jpg" border="0" alt="bird pooping"></a><br /><br />I have been feeling an unusual amount of stress lately. I won't get too graphic with the details, but suffice it to say that I have been in a funk. Really since Lily was born.... but that's a whole other post or multiple posts. I have been worried about money, I have been worried about Dave, I have been worried about the kids. I worry especially about the lack of motivation I seem to feel about cleaning, among other things. I also way over-booked myself last month. So this morning I decided when I woke at 6:00 because I couldn't sleep that I would go walking. So I donned my tennies and left. I got myself all worked into a tizzy and then a felt a splat on my cheek. I thought I'm not crying what is that? Well it was bird poop. A bird pooped on my face today. Gross. I thought great, that's just great, you know kinda like icing on the cake, but not. I think it might have been an omen. I think things are going to get crappier. I sure hope not! There's my positive side, I knew I had one somewhere! (that was sarcasm) sigh. Being deficated on by a bird is about all the extra feces I can take right now.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-71537570278339603562010-07-20T15:24:00.001-07:002010-07-20T16:03:52.006-07:00Backyard Baptism<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpYokSNbsfxWS9X3u_G-M0e3NwnTFe5HO4W_92s0B-uQLP6k66AuwRFM7HpmuEk5ykZi8dW301TzH366sIEeXP6LNt_RwCVgLqy53v-momJzW_e765z5m8gDgz4g_avmXWw8mr0FepnY/s1600/Pool+2010+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpYokSNbsfxWS9X3u_G-M0e3NwnTFe5HO4W_92s0B-uQLP6k66AuwRFM7HpmuEk5ykZi8dW301TzH366sIEeXP6LNt_RwCVgLqy53v-momJzW_e765z5m8gDgz4g_avmXWw8mr0FepnY/s320/Pool+2010+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126148828609554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6Salv32MdmUpmx67Ra7SDWx5UwGLpY4jWfYRLmXwBMDeJxBvh8UV1H7SOe83WE066Scn-tw4ORFGRNRN6EqmpMOIY8_KMssnGpT5R186gyPa62id-HkMbQeJSFzJByps7Gu-O8Twi5Y/s1600/Pool+2010+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6Salv32MdmUpmx67Ra7SDWx5UwGLpY4jWfYRLmXwBMDeJxBvh8UV1H7SOe83WE066Scn-tw4ORFGRNRN6EqmpMOIY8_KMssnGpT5R186gyPa62id-HkMbQeJSFzJByps7Gu-O8Twi5Y/s320/Pool+2010+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126137184150322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLqk5SVFodH-CSRVui3n06MIB5Y6NsQcBeR2mJPVuYPKXFjGS-F6RL6HVPTUBnUujoQ-sbyht4XWECOAJW5APhJPu_Vlm-yF03LyZqLP3qPr7poA1FiJLtNj0zcFQ3sN7LDNLkvWu74k/s1600/Pool+2010+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLqk5SVFodH-CSRVui3n06MIB5Y6NsQcBeR2mJPVuYPKXFjGS-F6RL6HVPTUBnUujoQ-sbyht4XWECOAJW5APhJPu_Vlm-yF03LyZqLP3qPr7poA1FiJLtNj0zcFQ3sN7LDNLkvWu74k/s320/Pool+2010+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126128869124626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgE2N_Fz9F-NaFId_jMrH6jGdgqn3Mr0S5poAtivSKEqNfmY9RmGlM4TdHY7EooAsl9WSm0tvdGFV81EO_ZJTfWNUrmj29UMhFmG3zXD5kcuKhFcvGa3dRyKSQ3p3ik3l-SjL0Qm7oiv8/s1600/Pool+2010+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgE2N_Fz9F-NaFId_jMrH6jGdgqn3Mr0S5poAtivSKEqNfmY9RmGlM4TdHY7EooAsl9WSm0tvdGFV81EO_ZJTfWNUrmj29UMhFmG3zXD5kcuKhFcvGa3dRyKSQ3p3ik3l-SjL0Qm7oiv8/s320/Pool+2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126120836309906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7frrxQL1qFj-zxFtzLPwlBJodtqTKqixWv6knP-ymB4DslcmgpvOpb1OFcqHopY-WxgaplITuEbLyefKpzuL33qFyahciUD6Gb9iPlTTtvTsY7A_USN1Wj0ROtLxUHtmO98ifM0KUX8Y/s1600/Pool+2010+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7frrxQL1qFj-zxFtzLPwlBJodtqTKqixWv6knP-ymB4DslcmgpvOpb1OFcqHopY-WxgaplITuEbLyefKpzuL33qFyahciUD6Gb9iPlTTtvTsY7A_USN1Wj0ROtLxUHtmO98ifM0KUX8Y/s320/Pool+2010+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496126114054445058" /></a><br />I shared this story in Relief Society on Sunday. I am a spiritual giant. The lesson was on supporting the Priesthood, it was the priesthood's birthday:<br /><br />Phoenix came to the backdoor asking for a white t-shirt. "Mom, can I have the big white t-shirt that Willow sleeps in?" I say, "no, you're swimming right now." "Mom, I need it for in the pool." "No, Phoenix I don't want a bunch of laundry to add to the mess I already have to clean up in the back yard." "Okay." Then Phoenix asked the same question 30 more times until I yell, "DO NOT ASK ME FOR ANYTHING." I am sitting near where they are swimming but not watching very closely. All of a sudden I realize Poppy is drowning and Phoenix is holding her under. I jump up to reuscutate her. When I have surmised that she is well and breathing again, I yell at Phoenix. "WHAT THE CRAP ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO KILL HER?" He looks at me and says in the most innocent voice you have ever heard, " I was baptizing her, she was really sin-y." Ahh the priesthood is alive and well in the Snow household.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-72792134854555789572010-06-04T13:38:00.000-07:002010-06-04T13:38:29.286-07:00HQ ~ SWAGGER WAGON ~ MINIVAN RAP ~Okay so if you know me, you know I love my minivan. It gets good gas milage it holds a bunch of people and it has leather seats....What more could you want? I'm not impressed by cars. I'm wierd. I know. I just don't get it. The more dumb and the fewer miles to the gallon they get the cooler? Anyways I saw this on my friends fb and oh my I love it.<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/u7coJ0mc09Q/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7coJ0mc09Q&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7coJ0mc09Q&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-26973825245505538162010-05-20T12:20:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:43:44.441-07:00FOOD FROM LECA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSug-sYSHiSx_3WdDsdJMG83AF372aGy5_Zazq2WM7oWvfCcARs7IJhNHS9yhICp8HrCIYdZMIq4tpIVUdh3RqGoOGeUYJ2_0Sib9rYKnuZtuWLehXJvoxKKEYbzEyBDRhhD50xurtPo/s1600/Chilis_logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSug-sYSHiSx_3WdDsdJMG83AF372aGy5_Zazq2WM7oWvfCcARs7IJhNHS9yhICp8HrCIYdZMIq4tpIVUdh3RqGoOGeUYJ2_0Sib9rYKnuZtuWLehXJvoxKKEYbzEyBDRhhD50xurtPo/s320/Chilis_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473435113003303554" /></a><br />Leca's the funniest thing in town. She's also giving away free food. Check it out. To get to her blog click the title of my post or her name here <a href="http://lecaunplugged.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-birthday-giveaway.html">LECA</a>The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-55692795012037508262010-05-10T13:43:00.000-07:002010-05-10T14:12:51.027-07:00I Miss My OB<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgPQbYEEvgRuq_TjkYdniHhRjJp_3IITlrHR_tIQffpol1UP49y0MW3zhyphenhyphenYoSx22tWWhCWQvVOXXVgaM1F8SOT1_Nry6_JPfHtmmA8XqEcC9L7bt701MxtQaCriXJl3U2ADyVUceK5Q8/s1600/MedSpeculum.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgPQbYEEvgRuq_TjkYdniHhRjJp_3IITlrHR_tIQffpol1UP49y0MW3zhyphenhyphenYoSx22tWWhCWQvVOXXVgaM1F8SOT1_Nry6_JPfHtmmA8XqEcC9L7bt701MxtQaCriXJl3U2ADyVUceK5Q8/s320/MedSpeculum.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469751656546074290" /></a><br />I know you are thinking huh? That has to be a typo, right? Well it's not. I have gone to the same OB/GYN for almost all of my 4 children for prenatal and postnatal care. Her name is Rita. She's the greatest thing since, well, tampons. I even saw Rita when I had some trouble before I had children! That means I have been seeing her for nearly 9 years. She has been witness to some of my finest moments and some of the ugliest. <br />This is what makes a good OB in my opinion:<br /> <br /> <strong>They can make jokes while giving you an exam. <br /> They can entertain an extra kid with a speculum<br /> They don't laugh when you are so hormonal and cry to them <br /> They laugh when you are so hormonal and cry to them<br /> They don't say anything when you didn't shave because you couldn't see <br /> They look just as shocked as you when you are pregnant at your 6 week check-up<br /> They don't hang up when you call them on their personal line<br /> They give you an extra ultra-sound when you just need to SEE the baby<br /> They love the miracle of life<br /> They don't care when a kid barfs in the waiting room<br /> They will check other parts on your body so you don't have to see another doc<br /> They make you appointments with mental health when you really are crazy<br /> They give prenatal care to rockstars and refuse to be videoed by MTV</strong><br /> <br />You see about 2 1/2 to 3 years after I have a baby I have always returned to see Rita to start over again. This time I will not be returning. There will be no more babies. I am sad. That was always a fun part of being pregnant, seeing Rita every month or more. I guess I could fake something?The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-31987780966775739112010-05-06T19:47:00.000-07:002010-05-07T18:37:11.228-07:00For the LoveI have followed Nie's blog for a long time. Actually, since I started my own blog. I laughed with her before her accident about her children, and then I cried with her during her accident. I got to know her sisters who cared for her children while she was sleeping. <br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KHDvxPjsm8E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />I add my testimony to hers, that we can be close to our Father in times of need. He loves us. He loves me (and you too)!<br /><br />If you want to check out Nie's blog just scroll down on my side bar and there's a link that says, "I read Nie Nie"The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-48686266827109401392010-04-26T11:59:00.000-07:002010-05-16T18:37:49.511-07:00POPPY: Hear Her ROAR<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ShFURmbmjZd82aGnsC2UXv8RzbVbqgYHhKLBl9OHfEAGBc2Fy4IDOC2a4qbAP_AfpFD-om1dIIZu4xtGQ6pXi1uDe7u1BK_d4F_Pz0wVe7wqYaUvAFCZoes1e6c1poJA-_kEt7v9Pfg/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ShFURmbmjZd82aGnsC2UXv8RzbVbqgYHhKLBl9OHfEAGBc2Fy4IDOC2a4qbAP_AfpFD-om1dIIZu4xtGQ6pXi1uDe7u1BK_d4F_Pz0wVe7wqYaUvAFCZoes1e6c1poJA-_kEt7v9Pfg/s400/DSC_0068.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />You all know I adore my children. But some days it's a lot easier to love them than others. Today it was REALLY easy. Number 2 got an award at the semester assembly. I knew she could do it!The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-45524022122038850832010-04-26T11:04:00.000-07:002010-04-26T12:04:10.245-07:00We're all a BUZZ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyLU3PPADv4-Haq77CzFymbL9-QqB8ngdUkzmSRmgQkuX10JbFLYyMDqv4UqwTTdBPqrNGeH13daMkCmYP9e96CE4TssxdSifaN0fLIvgqMpbI3B1hWmS6QhJsV82r3QmE1RNGfrK6LQA/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyLU3PPADv4-Haq77CzFymbL9-QqB8ngdUkzmSRmgQkuX10JbFLYyMDqv4UqwTTdBPqrNGeH13daMkCmYP9e96CE4TssxdSifaN0fLIvgqMpbI3B1hWmS6QhJsV82r3QmE1RNGfrK6LQA/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464509244812434098" /></a><br /><br />Here's the new hive and our favorite Bee Keeper in his sexy new costume. We will soon be waist deep in Honey!The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-31677963986108351392010-03-23T16:52:00.000-07:002010-03-23T16:55:25.881-07:00Sea World<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18Y7LTyNgTpMpedYbnMNhcE3Xfwxxc62MceiEF9SFpHhogbQfqFbz90-f6_uXNqtp5TH3aUgQAqYNLaRBi1T5kxaKSfV6nkRvj4z10QGknPqwBQ7CcyNEA3-76VA75hvUigwgCRLVg2I/s1600-h/031410+298.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18Y7LTyNgTpMpedYbnMNhcE3Xfwxxc62MceiEF9SFpHhogbQfqFbz90-f6_uXNqtp5TH3aUgQAqYNLaRBi1T5kxaKSfV6nkRvj4z10QGknPqwBQ7CcyNEA3-76VA75hvUigwgCRLVg2I/s400/031410+298.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />Melissa and I got away for the weekend. We stayed in the Gaslamp district in San Diego. With no kids we went to Sea WordThe Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-71108440695645219442009-12-13T03:09:00.000-08:002009-12-13T09:04:48.288-08:00Dave - Are these MY kids?<OBJECT id=BLOG_video-5774afc0c49b4613 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="5774afc0c49b4613"></OBJECT>are these my kids???The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-45483970727783512542009-12-04T21:36:00.000-08:002009-12-04T21:50:31.646-08:00Mormons Make HOT Werewolves<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBhbEpspZdmCzXrqTH6piZX-nAub7TicxHNXn8-Rw27fXsh14oilsA1VvMoeLEPbAPscoOjVDCLsoRx9c_LQtATnQ3kzs7xdwcO5qjeKG9CeTMIlGpjYRCVgbQ0hisq8dikH7vfKGdVk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBhbEpspZdmCzXrqTH6piZX-nAub7TicxHNXn8-Rw27fXsh14oilsA1VvMoeLEPbAPscoOjVDCLsoRx9c_LQtATnQ3kzs7xdwcO5qjeKG9CeTMIlGpjYRCVgbQ0hisq8dikH7vfKGdVk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411623987071425794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI3PbougVCWMbfrHCMHSvRz9qBSKVjRcJMCsYO2bDD7XI-ivluwCB6ghdxSI1aCaV3U_7PdH1w__Kbozd77KwmOlBZIGIbQcf9g55X81szGtDQHZMCFkkgGwSiOXB-edNGOULmqbjNfE/s1600-h/13841_101954879829037_100000435765964_50067_2404429_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuI3PbougVCWMbfrHCMHSvRz9qBSKVjRcJMCsYO2bDD7XI-ivluwCB6ghdxSI1aCaV3U_7PdH1w__Kbozd77KwmOlBZIGIbQcf9g55X81szGtDQHZMCFkkgGwSiOXB-edNGOULmqbjNfE/s320/13841_101954879829037_100000435765964_50067_2404429_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411623982715387746" /></a><br />So the month of November flew by and I was planning on doing a post about when I dated the olympic volleyball player... but that will have to wait for another time. I just saw this totally hot picture of my friend and she has her hands all over Kiowa Gordon. Boy I wish I had my hands all over Kiowa Gordon... don't you. Ida has all the luck. Oh yeah she slept on the ground for 3 days to touch him. FOr those of you who aren't 14-16 thats Embry in New Moon. Embry is one of the Wolf Pack. Werewolf Pack. Smokin shirtless hot werewolf pack. Here's the kicker..... he's a totally sweeeeeeeet kid from Stephanie Meyers home ward in Az. That's right ladies he's not only hot, a werewolf (techincally shape shifter) but LDS, too. Does it get any better than that? If I were a few years younger I might have to stalk him. <br /><br />I think it's so cool that I am way more of a groupie than any of my highschool students. It's even cooler that I am considering buying the Edward Barbie Doll to play with. OKAY OKAY OKAY i already bought it. Anyway reading is good. If a book can spurn this much chaos I think that's hot. I think Stephanie Meyers is H.O.T.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-18094248782081381222009-11-13T16:00:00.000-08:002009-11-13T16:06:37.519-08:00Ceviche<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4w8B5knDjhoH6k6359utABDcphVZ25RO3Je8segVkULaNL54zfwjpxUjP4a9rnDabHwDH86eFxlAoN9WlflyH4XVUoFu0_NkSU1GA8jshc6W7ETOVXganzw8hFMSa91EUU_qkrP1WzM/s1600-h/ceviche.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4w8B5knDjhoH6k6359utABDcphVZ25RO3Je8segVkULaNL54zfwjpxUjP4a9rnDabHwDH86eFxlAoN9WlflyH4XVUoFu0_NkSU1GA8jshc6W7ETOVXganzw8hFMSa91EUU_qkrP1WzM/s320/ceviche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403743122097495842" /></a><br />I stole that picture off the internet. http://chicagoist.com<br /><br />But this is my recipie, so I'm not totally lame.<br /><br />Marinade in a glass bowl overnight:<br /><br />raw fish and/or shrimp chopped finely (about a handful and a half)<br />lime juice<br />lemon juice<br />orange juice<br />dash of ground oregano<br />finely chopped red onion<br /><br />Then when you are ready to eat/serve drain off the citrus juices (save a little in case you want it saucy) and add:<br /><br />1-2 chopped roma tomatoes<br />cilantro chopped<br />1 squeeze ketchup<br />El tapatio sauce to taste <br /><br />I usually eat it with chips like a salsa. You might want to salt and pepper it also. Enjoy!The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-44147513419822199212009-11-09T12:01:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:14:52.430-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tCvygbVZCM7Tsc-4f4Uaad3tjDYQR_CLowuLea4kj4MG8fN4CawKP38l_FYPen1kvI4lej8iiKnq2OxX8dSsasjOq4fEIufDidYgN2j4Nn_mJTfSLdRCQO9TIVSAeKkZm-NXRcnXtoE/s1600-h/10252009+087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tCvygbVZCM7Tsc-4f4Uaad3tjDYQR_CLowuLea4kj4MG8fN4CawKP38l_FYPen1kvI4lej8iiKnq2OxX8dSsasjOq4fEIufDidYgN2j4Nn_mJTfSLdRCQO9TIVSAeKkZm-NXRcnXtoE/s320/10252009+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198218706632162" /></a><br /> Suzie "helping" Dave find his lost puppy?....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorGN7B7-fJCVklREQzmh-m10s2gD564LapLLCbeORqWAby00FV1K3MzbZajPYmpFE6IIi_NU8Z_BGcfjmwjqcPu4NHll59AFCePwTE9PBBda3YCjaaOtpFnb8qC1aCCWsJEJgXY8R0Gk/s1600-h/10252009+071.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorGN7B7-fJCVklREQzmh-m10s2gD564LapLLCbeORqWAby00FV1K3MzbZajPYmpFE6IIi_NU8Z_BGcfjmwjqcPu4NHll59AFCePwTE9PBBda3YCjaaOtpFnb8qC1aCCWsJEJgXY8R0Gk/s320/10252009+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198237136640226" /></a><br /> Hemet East Siders- you shoulda seen his tats<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghg3uAOYYnFZPVOz5Lj0s8QJSEeo4EWjR7K_DbeJQu43tR-UeQM-w8-Jyepqk_sWvyVOJsgeMlUwUmgJnZXTpQXXymoIW5eYmKAgS31uZuU3J3x_DetHl87LTfE98Bx5fHmm-EqFEU5E/s1600-h/10252009+059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghg3uAOYYnFZPVOz5Lj0s8QJSEeo4EWjR7K_DbeJQu43tR-UeQM-w8-Jyepqk_sWvyVOJsgeMlUwUmgJnZXTpQXXymoIW5eYmKAgS31uZuU3J3x_DetHl87LTfE98Bx5fHmm-EqFEU5E/s320/10252009+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198224143300994" /></a><br /> Dr. Bishop Spencer Holtom as his very best.<br /><br />The Halloween Party was a blast. I'll let Melissa tell all the stories.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-70993717212492926852009-11-03T19:15:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:18:28.306-08:00If this Doesn't strike fear into your Heart I don't know what will...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFh7kB7jxI4GlDWYd4t-XC-rX1pNsHzFyPLLH6Z5h5RGfD5YI68RuYxCRZQFL5hxqQ5xObWD6iNDujYty3zVPNeo2JM9jvaLR54SEbixGMMobLg1zlgREukCqkywje7173VP9OXZnyFI/s1600-h/Halloween+neighborhood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhFh7kB7jxI4GlDWYd4t-XC-rX1pNsHzFyPLLH6Z5h5RGfD5YI68RuYxCRZQFL5hxqQ5xObWD6iNDujYty3zVPNeo2JM9jvaLR54SEbixGMMobLg1zlgREukCqkywje7173VP9OXZnyFI/s320/Halloween+neighborhood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400081966667329698" /></a><br /><br />Here's the gang. Some of them are mine. The gypsy, genie, and hamburger made out! They will be hopped up on sugar all the way until the new year.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-50595924954533782862009-10-07T18:07:00.000-07:002009-10-08T12:06:05.679-07:00Oh. My. Gosh.This is the best salmon I have ever made. It might be the best salmon I have ever tasted. It combines some of my favorite flavors. <br /><br />I loved the fish and the glaze. I put the glaze on the fish before cooking and after. I put the buttered glaze on my rice. I put the glaze on my vegetables. Then I licked it off the plate. When I started to lick the kids plates my husband said I was being gross. This from a man who thinks it's romantic to waft his stinky leftover fart with the bed covers... imagine.<br /><br />I would have taken a fancy picture with my fancy new camera but it was all the way up in the cupboard so the kids won't get to it and I was WAY to hungry. But believe you me the plates looked so pretty. The pink of the salmon against the white of my corelle plate and the sprig of cilantro sitting on the top just right<br /><br />My friend Matt gave me this recipie and he got it from Cooks Illustrated and I tweeked it a tiny bit.<br /><br />Sweet Jalapeño Glazed Salmon:<br /><br />INGREDIENTS:<br />1 C JALAPENO JELLY (I make it every year at Christmas and don't have that many friends)<br />1/2 C PACKED FRESH CILANTRO LEAVES AND STEMS<br />1 TSP GRATED FRESH LIME ZEST AND<br />2 TBSP FRESH LIME JUICE<br />2 SCALLIONS, CHOPPED<br />2 GARLIC CLOVES, MINCED<br />2 TBSP UNSALTED BUTTER<br />4 (6-8 OZ) SKINLESS SALMON FILLETS, ABOUT 1.25 INCHES THICK (I had salmon and something white... I think Rock Bass from San Felipe? I'm pretty sure it was fish)<br />SALT AND PEPPER<br /><br /><br />DIRECTIONS: <br /> 1. Process the jelly, cilantro, lime ingredients, scallions, and garlic a<br /> food processor until smooth. (I used a blender)<br /> 2. Transfer the glaze to a small saucepan and cook over medium until just<br /> bubbling (about 2 minutes). Measure out and reserve 1/4 cup of the <br /> glaze. <br /> 3. Stir the butter in to the remaining glaze. <br /> 4. Use heavy-duty tin foil to make four 7×5 trays.(I had no idea what the <br /> crap they were talking about, I covered the wire part of the BBQ with <br /> foil and sprayed with Pam then slapped the fish on there.) <br /> 5. Coat the trays with spray oil. <br /> 6. Season the fillets with salt and pepper and brush each fillet well with <br /> 1tbsp of the reserved 1/4c of sauce. <br /> 7. Put the fillets on the trays.<br /> 8. Place the trays on the cooking grill. <br /> 9. Cook until the glaze forms a golden brown crust (6-8 minutes). <br /> 10. Flip the fillets, keeping them in the trays, and spoon half of the <br /> buttered glaze over the salmon. <br /> 11. Continue to cook until the fish is done (opaque and flaky)<br /> 12. Transfer the trays to a wire rack, tent loosely with foil and let rest <br /> for five minutes. Transfer the fillets to a platter, spoon the <br /> remaining buttered glaze on top and serve.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-39530355035400470632009-09-23T12:06:00.000-07:002009-09-23T12:50:25.444-07:00Mrs. Heffenbotom would you like some more Koolaide tea?<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicShl9pwDYjpwgTLL0IObX_c-tdOnlmcIz8WQ8Yfi1jeQBJEY12or0ujzMSi4rRKkjVemAOWYkvZJrm0rLUdkE6qa5FO0l-kUNITVQuvyAkSJ7OwIh-VQvIhEmapQfsMptF6nHMs8K19M/s1600-h/090909+191.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicShl9pwDYjpwgTLL0IObX_c-tdOnlmcIz8WQ8Yfi1jeQBJEY12or0ujzMSi4rRKkjVemAOWYkvZJrm0rLUdkE6qa5FO0l-kUNITVQuvyAkSJ7OwIh-VQvIhEmapQfsMptF6nHMs8K19M/s320/090909+191.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><br />Only really great dads have tea parties out on the FRONT lawn and only the best will actually set the table up out there for a little more ambiance.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4MKs9g5hediIUHDgUp5jmfXrHEorfsBlkbygExr1298qBS4S_ik3fGYJDuRxViU1n132Kg44jiF7Efs7JbZSyi8HnQLgD41UW8VMkXzsunsrCOe5SITXgSfqnNYzyXurXjmT-HQYtVA/s1600-h/090909+193.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4MKs9g5hediIUHDgUp5jmfXrHEorfsBlkbygExr1298qBS4S_ik3fGYJDuRxViU1n132Kg44jiF7Efs7JbZSyi8HnQLgD41UW8VMkXzsunsrCOe5SITXgSfqnNYzyXurXjmT-HQYtVA/s320/090909+193.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRDIiTGNGsED7zHd8zzIkRlZLVCpTOI44kxaw_Skfu_pS5bGMyAuj8AdROoZ8qC8RXoz49iX6YD0_qz4zuuQSUR6vknd14z0Gd6iPkJEd5bNt4Tbk9FS8ksgVJ0hIuSOkjbAU6QuiI7o/s1600-h/090909+210.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRDIiTGNGsED7zHd8zzIkRlZLVCpTOI44kxaw_Skfu_pS5bGMyAuj8AdROoZ8qC8RXoz49iX6YD0_qz4zuuQSUR6vknd14z0Gd6iPkJEd5bNt4Tbk9FS8ksgVJ0hIuSOkjbAU6QuiI7o/s320/090909+210.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-42733924646703504462009-09-19T08:46:00.001-07:002009-09-20T09:17:16.645-07:00Seriously So Inspired<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuoz2WkqWz0VP3gTMP_-gU1D87-vj43hEN1Gd3VMCBW9Zgl2oFIsIGUYcbMbgTXG2dUszkQ_5WQ83yga-qFkmxIGWOl6L8Cyae89YJnWB5KY6CompzCsyrm3fdsvNfIyDam-ItA1LJek/s1600-h/missionary-tag-sister.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuoz2WkqWz0VP3gTMP_-gU1D87-vj43hEN1Gd3VMCBW9Zgl2oFIsIGUYcbMbgTXG2dUszkQ_5WQ83yga-qFkmxIGWOl6L8Cyae89YJnWB5KY6CompzCsyrm3fdsvNfIyDam-ItA1LJek/s320/missionary-tag-sister.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383222190586780210" /></a><br />So I have really gotten into a blog called Seriously So Blessed. The author is Tamn and she is (perhaps) my idol. As most of you know I went to BYU, but I was not like most of the other girls who went to BYU. I refused to wear hairbows and bake cookies. I died my hair burgandy. (This was 15 years ago ladies). However, I ALWAYS, believed the church was true, and in so doing, I served faithfully in the callings I was asked to do, and volunteered to do a few extras. After waiting for several missionaries, I decided I wanted to go on a mission. So I did. <br /><br />In the years that preceeded my mission, I was WILD. Not too wild, only wild enough to not be one of those frilly mormon girls. I wore Malboro t-shirts, I snuck my bikini into the pools. I listened to AC/DC and the Beastie Boys. It was so much fun. There were a few times when I got a little crazy with the wild and this is one of them. <br /><br />At the rife old age of 19 I was hanging out with my friends in our apartment at the Riviera (THE RIV) and someone said, I think I want a tatoo. There was some assention in the group, so we DROVE to CALIFORNIA soon thereafter and got them. From the moment the first needle touched my unblemished white posterior I knew what I was doing was wrong... BUT I did it anyway. I will never understand what possesed me that day..but it wasn't good. So I marked myself. Not only did I mark myself, but I did it in rebellion. NOT GOOD. NOT GOOD AT ALL. <br /><br />Then came the guilt. The guilt of knowing. Knowedge is sometimes a terrible thing. So I felt this horrible weight all the time. Finally I decided to figure out what the H I was going to do. Either I was going to not feel guilty or I was going to get rid of the guilt one way or another I couldn't stand it anymore. So I did what I knew. I prayed. I prayed and I prayed. And I read the scriptures. One day I came across a passage in the BOM and it was about the Amlicites. They were sinning... not as bad as the Lamanites yet, but getting there. Then they MARKED their bodies with red to show their rebellion. (See ALMA 3:13-26)When I read that, I thought I was going to suffocate. I thought my throat closed so tight that I would die. That's exactly what I had done. In my desire to be different from all those other girls... I had marked my body (permanently) in rebellion with a small daisy flower. NOT GOOD. NOT GOOD AT ALL. <br /><br />So I repented. A lot. I cried and I prayed and I repented. And the most wonderful thing in my life happened. I recieved and answer to my prayers.<br /><br />Fast forward two years. I have turned in my paperwork, and was called to the Chile Santiago West Mission. I went to the MTC, which was an experience in and of itself, and arrived in Chile. My trainer Hermana M was lovely and she took me to work. Then the next day we went to church. Sunday nights were P-Day Eve. All the elders and sisters got together in their zones to turn in their numbers for the week and we went. Hermana M had talked about our zone leader. She said he was (breathlessly) wonderful. When we arrived I knew I was in trouble. Elder J was someone who I knew from before. He had been shown my small mark of rebellion in a parking lot of Taco Bell. Bare body parts had seemed a lot funnier before. Anyway, he looked at me and couldn't place me. My hair was now in the sister missionary mode, and the long skirt and birkenstocks were very different than the sundress and bare bottom he had seen before. He said, "Do we know each other?" I said, "NO, I don't think so." LIE LIE LIE the spirit told me. He studies me carefully and then seems to forget. A rousing game of Uno sucks me in and I hope that my previous nakedness has been forgotten. But alas, it wasn't to be. About an hour later he stands from across the room and points at me. All the elders and my comp look at me. Elder J yells, "I DO KNOW YOU! WE USED TO CALL YOU BUNNY!" at that moment I knew it was all over. His eyes got wide when all the little cogs in his brain finally snapped into place. His mouth fell open and he wispered, "you have a tatoo." All the heads in the room slowly turned from his face to me. Then, 10 other mouths fell open too. Elder J said softly, "I know who you are." That's when the wild child caught up to me. First full day of the mish and I'm already outed.The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-79754519669990216792009-09-15T12:25:00.000-07:002009-09-15T12:28:49.854-07:00willow<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXnD9z__r4kmOsPAUg6_bV9EV5wYTDloRIr59zIqc9VNe8rMiGyI6_n7VQmuk4Ux48tgLg5PAW3WTDSHJra1xdDJ_9L7MOCaQFC744tj32RmhIc0ljGzNBkU6RlKpxiuiG7jpzjEsA9M/s1600-h/090909+027.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXnD9z__r4kmOsPAUg6_bV9EV5wYTDloRIr59zIqc9VNe8rMiGyI6_n7VQmuk4Ux48tgLg5PAW3WTDSHJra1xdDJ_9L7MOCaQFC744tj32RmhIc0ljGzNBkU6RlKpxiuiG7jpzjEsA9M/s320/090909+027.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />phoenix<br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfjXRofzYyA_UUN5s2t-EwBclz6kSkqLi7A4N1_X80CU7G-aZPlxSc1xFFOIKCWD6mMwszBPR49dGA8dNFyAbP16jZYWmMUv8_lpXpGhwo58p0jvyJvjgVjDdc3tEMFr2r5epOcPn7MQ/s1600-h/090909+017.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfjXRofzYyA_UUN5s2t-EwBclz6kSkqLi7A4N1_X80CU7G-aZPlxSc1xFFOIKCWD6mMwszBPR49dGA8dNFyAbP16jZYWmMUv8_lpXpGhwo58p0jvyJvjgVjDdc3tEMFr2r5epOcPn7MQ/s320/090909+017.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3741057024840537491.post-87940437017755848682009-09-13T20:37:00.000-07:002009-09-13T20:42:19.393-07:00Looks Can Be DeceivingDave's got a few tricks up his sleeve.<br /><br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubKYzW8S5pJ-aH9BL8wZC1czEHzg0ymnefEOwnw42wwvJh00mAc2NF5uWUaxo8nUQV55rukCQMefsmYPRO_cbStylqL80YfzD_5a_SF3sqU2Q_dFPC6uFlO9srF_01D1yKD1GUEjOpW8/s1600-h/090909+123.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubKYzW8S5pJ-aH9BL8wZC1czEHzg0ymnefEOwnw42wwvJh00mAc2NF5uWUaxo8nUQV55rukCQMefsmYPRO_cbStylqL80YfzD_5a_SF3sqU2Q_dFPC6uFlO9srF_01D1yKD1GUEjOpW8/s320/090909+123.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqklRVFdtRbBxha9D7-_gLkvCddX5cHovzOzneeRUnzxP07Ln5v2E4-h0p1bS2do_MJ1pixFNvld4VeUU9ZCaV4aPdpMWxEFx0t07Lci6qv3GApZ8JLhIzdXO99GeCYVU3wV2XSqtrLf8/s1600-h/090909+135.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqklRVFdtRbBxha9D7-_gLkvCddX5cHovzOzneeRUnzxP07Ln5v2E4-h0p1bS2do_MJ1pixFNvld4VeUU9ZCaV4aPdpMWxEFx0t07Lci6qv3GApZ8JLhIzdXO99GeCYVU3wV2XSqtrLf8/s320/090909+135.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div><br /><br />If I didn't know any better I would say that these were the most innocent and sweet things in the world.....The Snow Queenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13734020363978773534noreply@blogger.com4