tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34551761721617002962024-03-05T20:57:00.728-05:00laughter.....it's what's for dinnerHeidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-46985540530530178032011-06-30T16:13:00.004-04:002011-07-02T11:02:58.565-04:00OOPS! Sorry! I would actually prefer to keep my boobs.Today started out RUFF, actually the twilight zone happenings started at about 10pm last night, but whatever, point is, I shoulda known the day was only going to get worse(yet, somehow I didn't....I never do.....*sigh*).<br />This morning I woke up to the dog whining and rubbing herself on MY side of the bed. Uh, excuse me, I love my dog and all but I'm not the one who cares for her. The smell and sight of dog food make me throw up in my mouth(notice I said THROW UP....not just "want to throw up"....actually THROW UP). Totally serious here, can't even walk down the dog food isle in grocery store, but that's a WHOLE nutha' post for anutha' day that includes an intercom announcement of "clean up on isle 8".<br />So anyways, back to my dog losing her mind by thinking that I was going to feed her. I realized that she was coming to me because well, no one else was in the house. Kids were at grandparents and Craig at work in Fl(he's coming home tonight.....yay!). I figured I could at least let her out to go to the bathroom, so I did. In her haste to get outside, her wagging tail knocked over a glass vase I had sitting on the stairs(no, NOT my fault for putting it there, I'm sure someone else is to blame;) Thanks Lilly(that's my dog's name in case you are wondering why I randomly am mentioning a Lilly. I don't even know any Lillys. Well, besides the Lilly on Y&R.....whom I actually don't know). Thanks. I only wish this was the worst of my day.<br /><br />But OF COURSE it 'aint! I had to be somewhere this morning by 9. I backed the car out of the garage and then remembered that I had forgotten something inside. I jumped out of car and ran back in. Um, here is where you will see A.D.D. at it's best...or worst....whatever. The second I walked in kitchen I noticed dirty dishes in the sink(have I mentioned that I also have O.C.D.?.....and probably a whole bunch of other things that end in D and are attached to disorders, but for now we will only deal with what is obvious to everyone who knows me....including the entire medical field). Of course I had to get those dishes in the dishwasher. You know, in case the house inspector came or something. After I finished, I retrieved the forgotten receipt and went to grab my keys. For 20 minutes I searched HIGH and LOW, freaking out and blaming the dog for eating my keys. Then I remembered my car was running in the driveway. Not even 8:45 in the morning yet. *double sigh* And yet again, IF ONLY this was as bad as it got....*double sigh with a double vodka on the side*<br /><br />The day went pretty good from there and things were looking bright again. Until about 3pm when I was calling to schedule my "yearly" appointment with my gynecologist office. And I told the nurse I would like to schedule my yearly.........mastectomy. Silence. "Hello?" Silence. Finally "Heidi, what do you mean?" (Uh, like...hello, ALL women get yearly mastectomy's, who are you anyways? An extremely uninformed intern????) Instead: "I haven't had a mastectomy in a couple years and I need to make an appointment"<br />I could bore you with the rest of the conversation that read like a script right out of the "who's on first" skit with Abbott and Castello, but really, do you REALLY need to know anymore? No. No you don't. Trust me, no you don't because when I realized what I had done(and no, I have indeed NOT figured out why, I mean how, I mean WHYYYYYYYYY I would have called a PAP SMEAR a mastectomy.....), I was so utterly mortified that all I could say was "Oh, sorry, I have the wrong number"(out of curiosity what exactly WOULD be the right number to dial for a YEARLY mastectomy.....)<br /><br />The end. Oh wait, it's only 5:00. Ruh Row.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/322/273449D63EA4115DFF8629A6E0A9A6AA.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-91857908784646623512011-06-10T13:44:00.013-04:002011-06-11T01:28:06.242-04:00Summer ColorsThe thing I love most about Summer is color. Specifically in landscaping and flowers. There is nothing pretty or beautiful about Winter here in the South. Hardly anything stays green, even the grass goes dormant, and everything just turns nasty. And then there's the Georgia red clay.....grrrrrrrr;(<br />HOWEVER, Spring and Summer in Georgia are absolutely STUNNING! So stunning that I can look past the gross red clay that I speak of....<br /><br />Every Spring Craig and I both say that we are just going to plant a little because it takes so much work to keep everything alive and looking good. Every year we fail to keep that goal.<br />Now, for those that don't know us, Craig and I are complete opposites. We like different tv shows, we eat different foods, we talk differently, we have different humor (for some reason he doesn't usually find me funny.....or the trouble that I get myself into. I personally find it down right hysterical at times, but hey, to each their own right?), and so on. I'm sure you get my drift. We are textbook examples of the saying "opposites attract"(btw, who DOESN'T love a good 'ole Paula Abdul tune from time to time?).<br /><br />ANYWAYS, having said all that, we both LOVE flowers (not sure if you knew where I was going with the whole opposites thing, heck, I wasn't sure, but I feel confident now that it was because I was trying to say that we have at least one thing that we both love to do together! HA!). I admit my obsession with gardening is more recent than Craig's, but either way we now both enjoy flowers/plants and love to grow and care for them in the Summer. Together. But I think I've now driven that point into the ground, so I will scoot on. We still disagree on the colors of them, but I'm sure I don't have to verbally say who wins that argument... <br /><br />I have to say, Craig is THE MAN when it comes to getting flowers to grow and keeping them alive. He really does have a green thumb. Me? Not so much, I just copy him and then take credit for it;0.<br /><br />I always like to take pictures at the beginning of Summer and then again at the end of Summer to see the growth. The following are pictures taken from my iphone, so they aren't the best quality, but I wanted to document early Summer.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucazBmx1rSqo2WZY11t7kNtZbfkOuFG4vUAUe-MKeFTowzsTGy8kSHQ3TEdSMK9XQowwOyFhGhVyGYvAhl5pf2rop_xLuwNXKMKycybqVa92ppnLP0sxoyqoSN13DKjiNVrq1ucnOGek/s1600/photo+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805270208956930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucazBmx1rSqo2WZY11t7kNtZbfkOuFG4vUAUe-MKeFTowzsTGy8kSHQ3TEdSMK9XQowwOyFhGhVyGYvAhl5pf2rop_xLuwNXKMKycybqVa92ppnLP0sxoyqoSN13DKjiNVrq1ucnOGek/s400/photo+2.jpg" /></a> Before we get to the flowers, I will share why I have a picture of a gas blower (not sure that is what it is called, but I think I've seen Craig dump gas in it, and it kinda smells like gas when it's on). Yesterday I begged Craig to "fire it up" for me because I thought it looked fun! He said no about ten times and I'm pretty sure it was that lucky 11th time that he finally agreed/gave up. Choose your battles I always say, and seriously, was this really a battle worth fighting? *Insert honest confession right here*: Ok, in HINDSIGHT Craig probably should have stuck to his guns. </p><br /><p>WHO KNEW how heavy and powerful one of those things were(I mean, I totally didn't think Craig actually meant what he was saying during the first ten no's)??? It was worse than a 150lb dog taking YOU for a walk. I flapped around like a giant bird unable to take off. I was completely being led by the dang blower. Craig saw right away that I was in trouble and tried to get to me. But, it was too late.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhc8hSP9WqI8HXuJqgHNMnCpHi3pXcVoovJaEk_Acb0nXynl7sPPgJZCZ1Foq7x1Itt36CQKoM5KtKTAkJl1W0b2BSU6rsKlZoHHtLhsQB631TbOnHNbNMYSfDh7ChXl8aEDjtYhwYzk/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805264503511234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhc8hSP9WqI8HXuJqgHNMnCpHi3pXcVoovJaEk_Acb0nXynl7sPPgJZCZ1Foq7x1Itt36CQKoM5KtKTAkJl1W0b2BSU6rsKlZoHHtLhsQB631TbOnHNbNMYSfDh7ChXl8aEDjtYhwYzk/s400/photo+3.jpg" /></a> I blew our brand new Calla lilies right out of the ground. Of course at the time I had no idea what had happened, all I could see was red metal, a black elephant like trunk thing that seemed to be taunting me, and grassy mulch swirling around me like a hurricane. ION:(oh, that's my initials for IN OTHER NEWS. I will use that alot. FYI. For your information.) I now know how Dorothy felt in the Wizard of Oz.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyioL_kKVg7u5OLrfHkptFrY_zMiH5fA0K5ycFng_tAPzgZWF-bO1hEMo88v4Dpj_DRrpWskPf9BBCBq8b0fO2k_9wKWlPGao2Q_8f2HAjwKv-YqeRTEum0YKr6UgxXK3_cDIONPa74pU/s1600/photo+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805257089257426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyioL_kKVg7u5OLrfHkptFrY_zMiH5fA0K5ycFng_tAPzgZWF-bO1hEMo88v4Dpj_DRrpWskPf9BBCBq8b0fO2k_9wKWlPGao2Q_8f2HAjwKv-YqeRTEum0YKr6UgxXK3_cDIONPa74pU/s400/photo+1.jpg" /></a> Here's a little of the destruction. Notice the beautiful yellow Calla lilies. That are no more. Last thing I'm going to say about this: Craig should have never let me near that thing. I could have lost my life. Of course this is his fault. Moving on now. Barely alive I might add.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivvN88cfSwupBiPGxAT2yBDH5Lo9eeLja_M_RmlHtttXyXyJ5SZNcHS9zOfMyPhj9Oe4ij3OAqfoc4hMiMnYC_j690pp7fxNroYoF3e0MBDgMGhg9dxCG0s3Td1T93Ac_CSEpUqxCIfB8/s1600/photo+15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805255151593490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivvN88cfSwupBiPGxAT2yBDH5Lo9eeLja_M_RmlHtttXyXyJ5SZNcHS9zOfMyPhj9Oe4ij3OAqfoc4hMiMnYC_j690pp7fxNroYoF3e0MBDgMGhg9dxCG0s3Td1T93Ac_CSEpUqxCIfB8/s400/photo+15.jpg" /></a> These are our hanging baskets this year. We had them planted kinda different from previous years, so not sure what's going to happen with them, but I will post pictures as they grow.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PkfW1Pn83i-t3Wi__wL9Fi3IST6R4IZp8zQrnIp-oc4Tzl0yQPpaF0LemM7hFQJC3P0g5Qy4v6Qao6EKEflxphm16jKmMa6HaEjRjVgXdaBM9Zh2AAF0sKUz3eTRxTKcY4MbOvHGi-g/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804648790456466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PkfW1Pn83i-t3Wi__wL9Fi3IST6R4IZp8zQrnIp-oc4Tzl0yQPpaF0LemM7hFQJC3P0g5Qy4v6Qao6EKEflxphm16jKmMa6HaEjRjVgXdaBM9Zh2AAF0sKUz3eTRxTKcY4MbOvHGi-g/s400/photo+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a> I LOVE my elephant ears!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWg8Y019Fs6ivPWHl1Et9Ut2c9u5efj2lbFlgT9iWKlIQz2eyk6O4c7zn38cJ2u5ws_z60olRZ10HcMTYrtT22u05qhlzenSoKRQ_PTAMIimfAvjpGXwFQJQ2CBtbfJRuajeDSuPq0cG0/s1600/photo+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804644730167922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWg8Y019Fs6ivPWHl1Et9Ut2c9u5efj2lbFlgT9iWKlIQz2eyk6O4c7zn38cJ2u5ws_z60olRZ10HcMTYrtT22u05qhlzenSoKRQ_PTAMIimfAvjpGXwFQJQ2CBtbfJRuajeDSuPq0cG0/s400/photo+4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzt-JdlGz8O6iVjZOmVdSN3leVZ0a0Djft8tKSKeNNy7eFLOqPv8sv5FL8s7eoBe4eL_C98RHHDrPHiYqEtVQR-o8jxPHk5168EllL93FTPodiPBhv0i37sFO4o1MaBo3ZJXTSjZ9Ikc/s1600/photo+10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804637439008946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzt-JdlGz8O6iVjZOmVdSN3leVZ0a0Djft8tKSKeNNy7eFLOqPv8sv5FL8s7eoBe4eL_C98RHHDrPHiYqEtVQR-o8jxPHk5168EllL93FTPodiPBhv0i37sFO4o1MaBo3ZJXTSjZ9Ikc/s400/photo+10.jpg" /></a> Here are my blackberries, blueberries, and raspberries. This is the first year that we have had TONS of fruit from them, and they are AWESOME!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor_4rCxgGuo5iEqfHRBCPtzPzABCLFKBBDxqjf1bL-sraiTateHFMS00QEu7y1AAGG4aChGCD1CFe04Rdj8iB5KooYCImd9NWP2RgcPaVE4uoX8OQxkzwNdBC3JjKXXTRfaD1TDT9zdo/s1600/photo+9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804626988515986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhor_4rCxgGuo5iEqfHRBCPtzPzABCLFKBBDxqjf1bL-sraiTateHFMS00QEu7y1AAGG4aChGCD1CFe04Rdj8iB5KooYCImd9NWP2RgcPaVE4uoX8OQxkzwNdBC3JjKXXTRfaD1TDT9zdo/s400/photo+9.jpg" /></a> Knockout rose bushes in back yard. They were super tiny last year when we put them in. I am anxious to see how big they will get this Summer.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1SIpIWJINs2bsOjAtAXk_RusVVGuPgjkwc1mdmMCFyz98HJS8OXj1coTn-cjGEhFatkTL1nyRzUZXJqJefQ2hKElay-2M4TF702PsqB9LT6qpOd4frF33u8MO3PF79XPTuUmPD2U1fs/s1600/photo+8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804623729672194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1SIpIWJINs2bsOjAtAXk_RusVVGuPgjkwc1mdmMCFyz98HJS8OXj1coTn-cjGEhFatkTL1nyRzUZXJqJefQ2hKElay-2M4TF702PsqB9LT6qpOd4frF33u8MO3PF79XPTuUmPD2U1fs/s400/photo+8.jpg" /></a><br />These are the knockout roses on the side of the house. They started out super tiny three years ago, and now I can't even begin to reach to the top of them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmfpvigeZQt-m1uRH-VeWWFatX9ELSYmsoCd1W8gv2eIS8KvOO7V3HsWxmXNm6KZTKN3yCCcJz_1AuQRlL_gfBDGxuVRxGCwsujxFgCy2DG2rBaqeXYrYT-xYjeqx3ZZBMBWcRP4DGN0/s1600/photo+7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616803796055271922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmfpvigeZQt-m1uRH-VeWWFatX9ELSYmsoCd1W8gv2eIS8KvOO7V3HsWxmXNm6KZTKN3yCCcJz_1AuQRlL_gfBDGxuVRxGCwsujxFgCy2DG2rBaqeXYrYT-xYjeqx3ZZBMBWcRP4DGN0/s400/photo+7.jpg" /></a> We have three hydrangeas. This is the first year that this one has bloomed, and they are gorgeous.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienRNDNWLwbPtg8M4VKyXHOq0T_V3IzuRB9DK5RVp6ER3XNiw-oYgF8Ls6UO6ytmKapX3S6ty4m3HfK7-Ec6dSNx8e4pGOt09HzUDIvcenEPKNOCZslKG3zIKeVavfgIlNpN6hTqj05T0/s1600/photo+11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616803787286519490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienRNDNWLwbPtg8M4VKyXHOq0T_V3IzuRB9DK5RVp6ER3XNiw-oYgF8Ls6UO6ytmKapX3S6ty4m3HfK7-Ec6dSNx8e4pGOt09HzUDIvcenEPKNOCZslKG3zIKeVavfgIlNpN6hTqj05T0/s400/photo+11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JZVCsM7yBml_3Ky7Y5qZcZXoZr2yTPF5g9ZVwSwwrFDnpwC9Qy1LvhhrvF9NizThDzBpitAW-fSM3v86loHdqisI-fwN-y2VXMRBERT0QaA19hfDA9iOwlZYrXqAXWngYFxOX72B2DY/s1600/photo+12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616803786579925250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JZVCsM7yBml_3Ky7Y5qZcZXoZr2yTPF5g9ZVwSwwrFDnpwC9Qy1LvhhrvF9NizThDzBpitAW-fSM3v86loHdqisI-fwN-y2VXMRBERT0QaA19hfDA9iOwlZYrXqAXWngYFxOX72B2DY/s400/photo+12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbXtqNab2KvscEIHx8y8J0FCUMol-bxyNiFuEXWknhvT4et0a07wIJona-m623hvdJ3_ijXZblCl4-uDgesKTPypwW8aJyqYe8WB865ubHLsDnopA3NGtoBuCSYjeN-5-SEBPHvXhTC4/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616803780339854674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbXtqNab2KvscEIHx8y8J0FCUMol-bxyNiFuEXWknhvT4et0a07wIJona-m623hvdJ3_ijXZblCl4-uDgesKTPypwW8aJyqYe8WB865ubHLsDnopA3NGtoBuCSYjeN-5-SEBPHvXhTC4/s400/photo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbc6vfJhvqnmkJXxBhEIRu6xURg_PYcHeIVeoEseQONefiMUhNB7rqUH1ZxrFaITBPp1PRfpjFUqnSaFfWdFeIbpcuYqccNCXBvkFBr7GI88smHQd5Z2mQCxlkDd_idgDpwADWrPbhiw/s1600/photo+14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616803771997767394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbc6vfJhvqnmkJXxBhEIRu6xURg_PYcHeIVeoEseQONefiMUhNB7rqUH1ZxrFaITBPp1PRfpjFUqnSaFfWdFeIbpcuYqccNCXBvkFBr7GI88smHQd5Z2mQCxlkDd_idgDpwADWrPbhiw/s400/photo+14.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I love my wild and crazy wisteria. </div><br /><br /><div>Go outside! Enjoy the beautiful color! </div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/322/273449D63EA4115DFF8629A6E0A9A6AA.png" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-10059033267472030482011-06-07T23:07:00.004-04:002011-06-08T01:56:59.776-04:00Social MediaHello, guess who? I've been thinking about givin' the whole blog thing another try. Well, maybe. I mean, it's an idea I've been tossing around. Ultimately I'm unsure of whether or not it's a GREAT idea or not, BUT, the good thing is, since when do I make great decisions daily anyways?? So, here we go. Tryin' it out. The blog that is. But I've already said that, so let's quietly move on.<br /><br />I guess I should start with why I quit in the first place. Really there are many reasons, but at the top of the list is the fact that I have terrible A.D.D. As in ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER. Big time (just for the record, I am currently on day 6 or 7 without my adderall, so if I jump from one thing to the next or take you on a cute little bunny trail (incidentally, don't ya just love cute little bunnies?....and their trails? Oh, wait...), just push your mental ignore button....).<br />ADD interferes with what seems like everything in my life, and it definitely only gives me the "short term only" choice when it comes to projects/ideas/jobs/creativity... I get bored with things quite fast. Too fast. Currently working on earning the "long term version" choice, but success does not seem to be in my favor. It's HARD! I don't know how people do the same thing day in and day out for years and years and years and years, oh wait, I have A.D.D., not tourettes. Sorry (don't forget about that ignore button....).<br />Also, I'm watching The Voice right now, and I may start to accidentally type lyrics, so keep that i.b. quite close (have I mentioned that I like to abbreviate things? Things that only I would know what they meant? Yet, I will still do it, so pay attention, as in P.A.).<br /><br />Like I said, there were many reasons for quitting the blog thing. Let's do this bullet point style to avoid the long, drug out A.D.D. induced sentences (not that I even expect anybody will even be reading this! For the 3 of you who are, here we go;)<br />Reasons I quit blogging:<br />-ADD<br />-Overwhelmed with feeling like I had to read EVERY person's blog that left me a comment<br />-Too much time<br />-Women are caddy, and it shows in their blogs (oh, btw, when I quit writing my own blog, I quit reading ALL blogs.....even the ones I loved;()<br />Finally, and probably the number 2 reason I quit:<br />-It seemed like it was becoming a competition. I would get "awarded" this award and that, and then felt pressure to reciprocate. This is not why I started blogging. I originally started blogging to document our life (not caring whether anyone even read it or not) and thought it would be fun to publish someday. Somewhere along the way I took a left turn and then another left turn and then....well, you get the point.<br /><br />I also started blogging because I enjoy to write. I love to tell a story with a sarcastic, humor filled slant to it, but when you put that online for people who don't know you, and have never even met you to read, you open yourself up to criticism due to their own interpretations of what you write, and what they THINK you must believe or be like in real life, or what they THINK you meant. And, uh, strangers aren't afraid to tell you exactly what they think (I wonder if they DID know me, and knew that I'm not one to generally care what another thought of me, if they would still waste whatever time it took them to write their negative opinion. Probably. Just curious though).<br />Did I say I was going to avoid the long drug out sentences? Oops again. Heidi style. As in not Brittney style. Never mind. Moving on.<br /><br />So clearly I've left out two other reasons the blog died a slow death. You SO know what I'm about to say. or write. So let's all say it together. Slowly. Just for drama. FFFFFFFAAAAAACCCCCCCEEEEEBBBBBBOOOOOKKKKK, and TTTTTWWWWWIIIIITTTTTEEEEERRRRR.<br />Good job.<br />And really, what is there to say about that anyways? There isn't a person reading this (and yes I know I lost one of the 3 back at Brittney, but for the both of you left....) that doesn't know the pull of one or both of these social media sources. Nuff said. And plus, I have already used up my long ADD induced sentence limit. Well, maybe. Blog entry still not over. I digress. Again.<br /><br />So, this entry was intended to be a blog about social media. Facebook and Twitter. And my current opinion about them. HOWEVER, I have COMPLETELY lost focus and really have no idea what I was going to say in the first place, or even what my opinion IS, so I need to go to bed. Or wash dishes. Or laundry (you should SEEEEEE THAT pile btw....oh, and I also use abbreviations that everyone should know too. Like btw. Just thought you'd like to know that I sometimes can go with the flow. It's just not my forte).<br /><br />Well, that pretty much sums it up. TOTALLY not sure what IT is, but look forward to rereading this to see if I can find it!!<br />Here's to hoping I gitchee gitchee ooh la la......oops, couldn't resist. Christina Aguilera. In the background. I.T.B.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/322/273449D63EA4115DFF8629A6E0A9A6AA.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-754416894444299252009-10-16T01:45:00.003-04:002009-10-16T01:50:01.234-04:00Change...<em>Just because the UPS truck was driving ME crazy too....<br /></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioRQTffcun4E6Kw9f_viGoVH5SbR6V953Oa6n_b9cMGEicGy7VlpVp0c07Wqkpq6GKtQayDqkZw8eeAr6dEavBuJvbTVueRz5rBXv_g4aJnTbHyj80EfA0cJFocQcNrKyWG8UHOC6BEQ/s1600-h/Mexico+2009+121.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393070058529723170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioRQTffcun4E6Kw9f_viGoVH5SbR6V953Oa6n_b9cMGEicGy7VlpVp0c07Wqkpq6GKtQayDqkZw8eeAr6dEavBuJvbTVueRz5rBXv_g4aJnTbHyj80EfA0cJFocQcNrKyWG8UHOC6BEQ/s400/Mexico+2009+121.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/322/273449D63EA4115DFF8629A6E0A9A6AA.png" /></a></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-62157675956386163202008-12-19T08:49:00.006-05:002008-12-19T10:17:07.937-05:00Gone in a FLASH!.....and thanks MOM!:-0)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t9XzxNe18eD5-pqLR1PB_xsXLRpbItQ8E5xBaXoLprKp-TsDMyxmIK5jk2lCnwsVd-se24hLFTCgWz2d6gZQKLYKvN61BcWBtv5k-pj0MHXibTTChky8LXwi9I-x_sClzfhybxoeX50/s1600-h/ups_truck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281505507017498706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_t9XzxNe18eD5-pqLR1PB_xsXLRpbItQ8E5xBaXoLprKp-TsDMyxmIK5jk2lCnwsVd-se24hLFTCgWz2d6gZQKLYKvN61BcWBtv5k-pj0MHXibTTChky8LXwi9I-x_sClzfhybxoeX50/s400/ups_truck.jpg" border="0" /></a> (<em>This is what the UPS truck in my neighborhood now looks like after "<a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-facebooks-fault.html">the incident</a>".....)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So I wake up this morning and this is the first email I get. A comment that my MOTHER had left on my previous post. Now, if anyone wants to know where I get my mischievous side....look no further.....it definitely comes from my MOM! Oh yeah she pretends to be so surprised and shocked by my behavior, but then she is constantly prodding and egging on more of it! There is DEFINITELY no doubt where the dingbattyness comes from......don't let her fool you, this could have VERY easily happened to her! The only difference is she wouldn't have written it in a post for the whole world to see!!! (I'm just crazy like that...)</em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">hey guys........just a little story for ya on the side here....today...i SAW it with my own two eyes....yeah, that's right........the UPS man!!!.....i was watching the kids while Heidi was out and he rang the doorbell and we immediately looked out the window.........and i KID YOU NOT........he was RUNNING back to his little get-up.....i seriously mean RUNNING........now, i know at this time of the year they have a zillion deliveries......but hey.......this was different......he was running and put that get-up in gear and was GONE in a flash!.........so i mentioned this to Heidi when she got home.....and of course she was in work out clothing.....and as i saw her little tennis shoes.....and she explained to me the t-shirt she had on wasn't even as long as the shirt she had on today........i was visualizing her without pants........and , oh my word........i just started giggling and couldn't stop........it is even funnier to see her live in her work out clothes and then imagine...MINUS THE PANTS!!!........OMG!........so funny!!!....and Patricia........you are SO right.........Heidi get those books away from the fireplace...and everything else for that matter.......YOU SCARE ME GIRL!<br /></span></em><p></p><em>Yeah, THANKS MOM!!!!! Scare? I don't think so. You would LOVE it if my books caught on fire and I had another "story" to tell! So stop trying to act so innnocent here....now the whole world knows where I get it from! Dare I refresh your memory of the time you were CONVINCED that someone was bbq'ing dad to eat him? I'm still traumatized by that moment..........yeah, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree....that's FO SHO!!!</em><br /><br /><em>*So just out of curiousity.....how many of you would like to hear THAT story?? I would be more than happy to tell it........come to think of it, this MIGHT be the very moment that my life took the turn that it did......and MAYBE just maybe all of my 'incidents' can be traced back to the traumatizing day that I was told that my dad was being bbq'ed and eaten for dinner!!!!*</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-46488366792207632192008-12-15T21:43:00.002-05:002008-12-15T22:46:15.723-05:00Christmas<em>So Craig and I almost get a divorce every year when it comes time to put up the tree. I make him string the lights, and of course because he could really care less, he tends to just grab the string and walk around and around the tree with them making our tree look like it's being held hostage or something. I of course make him take them off and start over, <strike>screaming</strike> explaining to him that they need to be INSIDE the tree and wrapped in and out not just AROUND........which is where the fighting and bickering usually <strike>escalates to us throwing ornaments at each other while calling the other names</strike> ends up ruining the tree decorating occasion for the entire family. I tell myself EVERY year that I am not going to let it get to me, and then don't ya know I look at the tree after it takes Craig three seconds to string a twelve foot tree with lights, and I can't help myself. I lose it. I've <strike>tried</strike> been tempted to string HIM up and then plug him in!!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Having said ALL that, this year he actually GOT IT RIGHT!! I had been preparing myself all day to remain calm when he would inevitably "bind" our tree with lights expecting to be done, and I was completely SHOCKED and elated to see what a beautiful job he had done this year.</em> <em>Now why in the world did that take him eight years to figure out? Oh well, either way I love our tree, and ornament dodge ball was avoided this year!! (that in and of itself is a Zhouse miracle!!......though I felt slightly cheated when the night went off without me getting to throw even ONE ornament at him. Seemed like traditions were just getting broken left and right......)</em><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziotAwXSzwOM61UORv8YEgatAMzlJYwZXOiEHZYqJkllqnKFZAYTPosP85jzkReRLPiSqyLFvXMNCHOQqW9LA1igojtVZpzip80SRdHrlUCSdjMNBmtdVH0lJw6267jcK9EPeUBjqz3w/s1600-h/012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214214398001346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziotAwXSzwOM61UORv8YEgatAMzlJYwZXOiEHZYqJkllqnKFZAYTPosP85jzkReRLPiSqyLFvXMNCHOQqW9LA1igojtVZpzip80SRdHrlUCSdjMNBmtdVH0lJw6267jcK9EPeUBjqz3w/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I was taking these pictures at night and trying to get pictures of the actual ornaments, but I really couldn't get a good one so I'll just explain them. Carter and Ava L.O.V.E. ornaments. Therefore we have TONS. I am a firm believer in the tree being very fun, memorial, and nostalgic, so EVERY ornament that we have ever received or made goes on our tree every year. In order for me to get my "pretty" in, I incorporate big ornament balls in the colors of my decor, and add giant bows throughout the tree. This way I figure we get the best of both worlds. The kids have the nostalgia of all their ornaments (tacky and beautiful), and I still find a way to tie it in to my decor. </em><em>We absolutely LOVE our Christmas tree, and the kids just sit and stare at it daily.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMngBmeLgQVOWHpN4kHstLbeZtXg_mKpARY3M-p9p63E1PhTKg9fbyjhTq7_PT5KUJLzXNPK3aWN5BiyJXlXqoKjVqo-KtMRMOxAczVLFTwz_sFxWPrijISGCOus7iJE79l9RSFA-KnzY/s1600-h/019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213887131397362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMngBmeLgQVOWHpN4kHstLbeZtXg_mKpARY3M-p9p63E1PhTKg9fbyjhTq7_PT5KUJLzXNPK3aWN5BiyJXlXqoKjVqo-KtMRMOxAczVLFTwz_sFxWPrijISGCOus7iJE79l9RSFA-KnzY/s400/019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrf7gfSpRU3Jr0Wk5eBZCgzyI5K0m0pP8X2csKNXM1s8NfAecoOaVgXmQba32gw-jEBhLYcCFvmPUsjqR_5xAJPR6gW3IGE-7hNuIIkssotW0DJgIHsrV_jsHyNClblVlbEPbZbPSQKGA/s1600-h/017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213882104342050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrf7gfSpRU3Jr0Wk5eBZCgzyI5K0m0pP8X2csKNXM1s8NfAecoOaVgXmQba32gw-jEBhLYcCFvmPUsjqR_5xAJPR6gW3IGE-7hNuIIkssotW0DJgIHsrV_jsHyNClblVlbEPbZbPSQKGA/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvNwRFVckiYVzulbbe-f0lIDgJXwETTFh86I2hL0p6axyZCcOoYEEcICjbg4o9Zi3gLjX9m50Z6d5M00oThuIKgFXILFO2o6UBErYTxsnveOUjyCQVV5NadruWBvgAeSgj_uQ2vmpYJY/s1600-h/011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213870240442738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvNwRFVckiYVzulbbe-f0lIDgJXwETTFh86I2hL0p6axyZCcOoYEEcICjbg4o9Zi3gLjX9m50Z6d5M00oThuIKgFXILFO2o6UBErYTxsnveOUjyCQVV5NadruWBvgAeSgj_uQ2vmpYJY/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>This cute little snowman was a gift from Carter. Every year his school holds a "Christmas shop" where the students can purchase discounted items for their family. Carter absolutely ADORES this tradition, and is sooooo excited to shop on his own and purchase gifts. Last week he brought his gifts home, and he just couldn't bare for us to wait until Christmas to open them up. I am so glad that we didn't wait because I love the cute snowman decoration that he picked out for me. I asked him where he thought I should put it, and he came up with this location all by himself. He was so proud and of course my heart melted watching him look for the perfect place. I think he chose a WONDERFUL location, and therefore will be placed there for years to come!!!!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi8o_MX2K2niANAfdXrQxUon8tPdmY3TmIrEHSOJjqK9qp34tbqA0Yznd8Ds_qLArt9dgNUlryc_XMP4XVDA2VExoqyntX3-_g-j_OVznIzmqyjt1H_EZ7BPD5yQGF5BwNKUTpUp4VZw/s1600-h/009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213868904122498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi8o_MX2K2niANAfdXrQxUon8tPdmY3TmIrEHSOJjqK9qp34tbqA0Yznd8Ds_qLArt9dgNUlryc_XMP4XVDA2VExoqyntX3-_g-j_OVznIzmqyjt1H_EZ7BPD5yQGF5BwNKUTpUp4VZw/s400/009.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Another tradition that I started last year is displaying all of our Christmas books by the fireplace. I actually put these books away for the rest of the year and only get them out at Christmas. Displaying them encourages us to read them nightly, and the kids LOVE it!</em> <em>To the left is our Christmas basket that I keep our Christmas cards that we receive in.</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw04beT-upRPhsEvELvSaLHSRdzsAbEujiFygCC32OVA9dhhX1PemAOiJ2pxpnFdnT4Lq1BcJopdKlRMs8DO0u9l6nrRK5oGDwKqlLXa8U8KoNh3n6YuoL6ovkHNp9LsGbwpvNAryOCh0/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213859875392770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw04beT-upRPhsEvELvSaLHSRdzsAbEujiFygCC32OVA9dhhX1PemAOiJ2pxpnFdnT4Lq1BcJopdKlRMs8DO0u9l6nrRK5oGDwKqlLXa8U8KoNh3n6YuoL6ovkHNp9LsGbwpvNAryOCh0/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Merry Christmas!</em><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-68140517882898250932008-12-14T12:50:00.012-05:002008-12-14T14:07:57.092-05:00Fun Christmas Filled Day!<em>Yesterday we had the BEST time with our long time best friends the Dovers. We started the day by going to Drew's basketball game. It was so cute, and of course as always Drew was hilarious with his antics and looks he gave us while "on the court". (you have to know Drew to know how funny he is, and if you DO know him, you can only imagine how funny he was to watch yesterday!!)</em><br /><em>Anyways, Robin and I decided that we were going to start a new Christmas tradition this year with the kids. Instead of the kids buying gifts for eachother, we let the kids each pick out a Christmas ornament for the other and yesterday after the game they painted and signed the ornaments and then gave them to eachother! It was soooo cute to see them working so diligently and carefully on their special gifts.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvBOKItil3XiS8ysajRJNBddDmtvvRBojKynY12tcgdugD1LsDKhnrH72dUU8UYMLo-yoqlPFplgMuP86_T3zC2AZSGQ8u8tsoWffynEWJ-cYuWMs0__xB4h1Q9OgKdDP7N4gSyYBgME/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279711826453015090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvBOKItil3XiS8ysajRJNBddDmtvvRBojKynY12tcgdugD1LsDKhnrH72dUU8UYMLo-yoqlPFplgMuP86_T3zC2AZSGQ8u8tsoWffynEWJ-cYuWMs0__xB4h1Q9OgKdDP7N4gSyYBgME/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoptjwpigBbotONEXxiK07YVHi-vxgIlIR2miJ5-xPT6gtsVDHagBbj_vvOcgEj3o13vWk7Pf-LkmUDs6fIN0Wj078rZyGSvaMmBmrhJAN8B893p8fv8s-naYwFTN7YYhayPjhx1WiA4U/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710971972488962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoptjwpigBbotONEXxiK07YVHi-vxgIlIR2miJ5-xPT6gtsVDHagBbj_vvOcgEj3o13vWk7Pf-LkmUDs6fIN0Wj078rZyGSvaMmBmrhJAN8B893p8fv8s-naYwFTN7YYhayPjhx1WiA4U/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Above Drew is painting a reindeer ornament for Carter......yes the leg broke off a couple minutes after this picture, but that's what GLUE was made for!!! ha! (plus it just adds character and a memory!)</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOrz_uAHfDejwya1DSyvKCeFhR502gvbwKsu3PbxEwIbXflwa76R2ZbM6wRPR5qRgTSAvWAc-JBY2sZmnaSgVLh92UwlykcMI7P0BVVQw-_gl1cSgX-o4-sothCEupOfHUtStDijIsc/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710966190619490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOrz_uAHfDejwya1DSyvKCeFhR502gvbwKsu3PbxEwIbXflwa76R2ZbM6wRPR5qRgTSAvWAc-JBY2sZmnaSgVLh92UwlykcMI7P0BVVQw-_gl1cSgX-o4-sothCEupOfHUtStDijIsc/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Here Ethan is painting the plane ornament for Carter. He took so much time on it. Precious!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0LjSf3d7Wwa51DeSv1lA9IfvDWjelQbQW5a4xXNSAwzYAsInhFrFXfYob5pjTlbuSqz6uuph2zN555Pv7ceXTjKfg5OaTEhao_UNFU4Ubg2gvmWikssy7UGsURT2BzDrHVoyccE_9ME/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710961559983778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0LjSf3d7Wwa51DeSv1lA9IfvDWjelQbQW5a4xXNSAwzYAsInhFrFXfYob5pjTlbuSqz6uuph2zN555Pv7ceXTjKfg5OaTEhao_UNFU4Ubg2gvmWikssy7UGsURT2BzDrHVoyccE_9ME/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Here is Carter's Santa for Ethan. I have to say that he was really trying hard, and he did a fabulous job!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZPFvIKLk499QKPteQs4XnJZbruQQJLqq8qe23FWAMW_dzEdKkQiOOA5ufNXcaZUi3SXuVCkOZdF99ey5DLJH9R6nCjU5x831nhLwCDpXzMpNvem7uWVtFKPCr1loncMHQEmtnbEnf70/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710947649121250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZPFvIKLk499QKPteQs4XnJZbruQQJLqq8qe23FWAMW_dzEdKkQiOOA5ufNXcaZUi3SXuVCkOZdF99ey5DLJH9R6nCjU5x831nhLwCDpXzMpNvem7uWVtFKPCr1loncMHQEmtnbEnf70/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Here is Ava's snowflake for Ethan. She painted it white, and then put glitter on it!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ19hLupR53XshiHB7fVe-0M_QFzQmuBM64tygmCErxpYKigIfCY1hILHK7qgXiYgUxOtr_VA1vOeoM7NlbFepjCwMBqu7yetYE90AlGGtrzkuO66baK8KfFUXTcqhyphenhyphenuMHH_OfWSAd2zc/s1600-h/054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707997843840770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ19hLupR53XshiHB7fVe-0M_QFzQmuBM64tygmCErxpYKigIfCY1hILHK7qgXiYgUxOtr_VA1vOeoM7NlbFepjCwMBqu7yetYE90AlGGtrzkuO66baK8KfFUXTcqhyphenhyphenuMHH_OfWSAd2zc/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Okay the SECOND part of our new yearly tradition is to make gingerbread houses together. I think between four kids, frosting, and tons of candy, we MIGHT have made the biggest mess EVER!! BUT, it was tons of fun and it was my personal favorite part of the day.</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlAZpYDA4BCNW1bP6Pqrv_-e_CWomIbfIx7Nbget8VNFeVmsJyEaldeAVKgI5_4C5nvfvoWH4vfkZaznjfTBXqLUfd9XzvPXHNcUcsZ7RZykjrC-p1IL99JXBycU83u-ejjzpYZFYTlM/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707678834715410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlAZpYDA4BCNW1bP6Pqrv_-e_CWomIbfIx7Nbget8VNFeVmsJyEaldeAVKgI5_4C5nvfvoWH4vfkZaznjfTBXqLUfd9XzvPXHNcUcsZ7RZykjrC-p1IL99JXBycU83u-ejjzpYZFYTlM/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Aaaawwwwww........</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ_1oHnKXr5-7_60OYE3xJRwOWqQI0_RHKi5rRDY50C4ZuSY29lpijtJTqsQvKonZLQiZMNEs7a5dKCsWgrbxvUBRjXA6kOvED3NS35nipXDOsvSDrI1TBPv-zw6CU1WDTbHB5xT_I10/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279707213448578546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ_1oHnKXr5-7_60OYE3xJRwOWqQI0_RHKi5rRDY50C4ZuSY29lpijtJTqsQvKonZLQiZMNEs7a5dKCsWgrbxvUBRjXA6kOvED3NS35nipXDOsvSDrI1TBPv-zw6CU1WDTbHB5xT_I10/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9GRfjkNQ-ii6QXNosbnnwirvFXBT9W0F3FrEX8Mk4dZxQAtlAXl6LDIdm0cF0H3CBlfrELDy5kZh9cO_9XBbxItpqDEeI_zXWnc0rigv77Ld4Fi6H_Fs-15yvW0FGjFW0ZH4ouhTjhc/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279706638890419026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9GRfjkNQ-ii6QXNosbnnwirvFXBT9W0F3FrEX8Mk4dZxQAtlAXl6LDIdm0cF0H3CBlfrELDy5kZh9cO_9XBbxItpqDEeI_zXWnc0rigv77Ld4Fi6H_Fs-15yvW0FGjFW0ZH4ouhTjhc/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>And TA DA! Here are the kiddos with their new ornaments. The kids had fallen asleep on the way home last night because it was late, but when we got home and tried to carry them to bed, they woke up and we couldn't get them BACK to bed until we hung the ornaments on the tree. So the new tradition was a complete success, and we had a fabulous day!!</em> </div><div> </div><div><em>What are some of your Christmas traditions? New ones? Old?</em><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-60751134578728770542008-12-12T11:00:00.003-05:002008-12-12T11:24:42.043-05:00Promises Promises.......<em>I promise an update this weekend, and when Christmas is over and the new year has begun, my New Years goal is to resume my blogging regimen. At first I was in a blogging funk, but by the time I came out of that it was holiday season, and all of my spare "computer time" has been shopping for "deals" online, and getting everything I need for Christmas. I HATE going to toy stores, the mall, or even Walmart at this time of the year, so I get EVERYTHING online. I am happy to say that because I am such a "deal seeker", I have saved TONS of money on gifts this year by literally shopping till I drop.....from the comfort of my living room of course!! ha!ha! (hubs isn't too thrilled with this....but that's a WHOLE other story!...ha!)<br />Thank you for being such sweet friends and blogging pals here. I am completely flabbergasted that y'all keep emailing me and commenting here that you miss my blog. I miss yours too, and can't wait to get back into the swing of blog world. I promise that <strike>facebook</strike> any unknown sources are NOT the reason for my non blogging these days. Although I do LOVE facebook, I truly have been over the top busy lately, and blogging has just had to take a back seat.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So there you go......these are my <strike>excuses</strike> reasons for my absence here on the 'ole blog. But NEVER FEAR I VILL RETURN!!!! muuaahhhhhh.......(my evil laugh....)</em><strike><strike><strike><strike><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a><br /><br /></strike></strike><strike><strike></strike></strike><br /><br /><br /></strike></strike><strike><strike></strike></strike><strike><strike></strike></strike>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-10299539930409670182008-12-04T21:25:00.002-05:002008-12-04T22:33:47.484-05:00It's ALL Facebook's fault!!<em>Okay, as I stated below I have once again "DONE IT". First of all, obviously I have been in a major blogging funk lately and last night I decided to sit down and at least START a post with a few updates. So, I did start one, and saved it to be finished today. BUT then today took a disastrous turn and I will instead blog about that.</em><br /><br /><em>Now, I know that most of my "incidents" involve some sort of nudity or nekkidness, and trust me, nobody is more appalled than I am about that small factor. More than that, I don't know why it keeps happening. I mean, seriously, I don't. </em><br /><em>Having cleared that up (or at least addressing it), I will tell you what happened today.</em><br /><p><em>This morning when I went to get dressed, I realized that all of my workout clothes were dirty, and needed to be washed (If I am going to be working out that day, that's what I put on in the morning instead of "regular" clothes). So I threw on a pair of jeans and took the clothes down to be washed. </em></p><p><em>Okay, fast forward to almost time to leave for the gym. I went into the laundry room to get my clothes out of the dryer. I took off my jeans and started to put on my workout pants only to realize that they were still damp. The shirt however was dry, so I put that on and threw the pants back in the dryer. Because I was in a little bit of a hurry I put my socks and tennis shoes on so that all I had to do was put on my pants when they were done. So here I am in the PRIVACY of my kitchen in my socks,tennis shoes, underwear, and my workout shirt. Yeah......You can almost SMELL the disaster coming can't ya????</em></p><p><em>I sat down to WORK ON MY POST and ended up on facebook getting all wrapped up in my stalking obsession. After about fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang. I peeked around the corner, and saw through the window the UPS truck out front. Without ANY hesitation AT ALL......, I blissfully walked to the door completely oblivious to the fact that I was missing my pants (I mean c'mon, I had SHOES on for cryin' out loud....who wears shoes without pants???....).</em></p><p><em>You're waiting with holded breath for me to realize that I was pantless before I opened the door aren't you?? Well, be prepared to be disappointed.......or appalled for that matter. I SWUNG open the door and said hello to the driver (still oblivious to no pants....). (Okay, even in HINDSIGHT I still can't recall this poor man even looking at me weird.....I really can't. I mean, I GUESS looking back he may have seemed a little rushed, but I'm not even SURE about that.) I proceeded to take the clipboard from him and scribbled my signature.....still oblivious. I thanked him, and told him to have a nice day, and he left. OH, and don't THINK I wouldn't have waived at a neighbor if I had seen one. I probably would have struck up a conversation too. Of course still being oblivious to my BARE legs that is.</em></p><p><em>I closed the door and went back to my computer. It was THEN, that my world as I knew it collapsed in an instant of shock and horror. For as I sat down on my COLD leather chair, something went TERRIBLY wrong. Why could my LEGS feel the coolness of the leather so distinctively?????? I froze, and refused to look down. I was trying to wrap my brain around what I had in that moment just realized. When I finally (well, it seemed like a long time anyways...) looked down, I just started screaming......LOUD. My dog jumped off the stairs and started barking like crazy. I scared her to death!! I mean, WHAT kind of self respecting girl opens the door without her pants on?? </em></p><p><em>I have been trying to tell myself that I dreamed this, but the box that was delivered is my constant reminder that OH YEAH, I had a conversation with the UPS guy while wearing nothing on the bottom half of me. (okay, this part might sound quite shallow (if shallowness is even POSSIBLE in this situation), but I wish I would have AT LEAST had my shoes and socks off too!! I mean.......no pants, but don't worry, I had my socks and shoes on!!!????? That's even MORE embarrassing....actually that goes past embarrassing straight to PURE DORK!) The visual is so frightening I can barely think about it.</em></p><p><em>I am now contemplating moving to another country.....maybe a nudist colony.......I don't know, but what I DO know is that I NEED HELP!! What in the WORLD is wrong with me?? Oh, and here's the kicker........me and UPS man are going to be seeing a lot (no pun intended) of eachother this month. I have been doing ALL of my shopping online, and will probably be having stuff delivered daily...........OMG, just writing that I am turning several shades of red! Somebody HELP ME!!!!</em><em></p></em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-74355192561405697572008-12-04T14:20:00.003-05:002008-12-04T14:27:17.842-05:00OH NO!<em>Uh oh.........I was planning on making my "comeback" tonight with a nice calm update on what has been going on in the Z household over the past two weeks. BUT then the UPS man showed up, and WELL, I now have another "episode" to tell you about........and all I can say is OH MY.......</em><br /><em>Unfortunately I have zero time right now and probably won't get to this till later tonight, but................OH BOY.............all I can say is that I am the world's biggest IDIOT right about now.........</em><br /><em>Stay tuned for the full story!!!.......You aren't going to want to miss this!!!!</em> (<em>though I might have to move to another country.......)</em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-12884833166817625532008-11-23T19:07:00.006-05:002008-11-23T19:50:55.422-05:00Christmas Presents!<em>Obviously I have been in a blogging funk the past month or so, but I am hoping with the kids home this week for Thanksgiving break, and us taking a mini vacation later in the week to the Blue Ridge mountains for some family fun, I will be able to spend a little time in blog world while we are there!! Maybe I can pull out some dingbat stories from my "archives" as my mother calls them!! ha! Or more likely something will happen before then that will be worth blogging about!....Nothing crazy has happened in almost two weeks, and I'm pretty sure that sets a record for me, so I'm SURE the universe has something waiting around the corner for me and my dingbat self!! ha!ha!</em><br /><em>Anyways, for now I thought I would put up pictures of my Niece's Christmas presents that I made this weekend. I am so happy with the way they turned out. Now I just hope my sister in law doesn't check my blog while she is in Mexico! (Hollie, if you see this, CLOSE YOUR EYES!!!!)</em><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKsCFCLweZJXpiSKsePKccDNHTCNBC8W7-lerL_Aa1hOmdo2NPoXuMZPPVzVm3bciuVwWoZD2MLVMPPe1mxfYCJ1uLAxQjLcMuqRjrXk5KmvreY2TGOTh3POkiuNJ1hYTrGlNJxu2Wx9E/s1600-h/038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272010787125600914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKsCFCLweZJXpiSKsePKccDNHTCNBC8W7-lerL_Aa1hOmdo2NPoXuMZPPVzVm3bciuVwWoZD2MLVMPPe1mxfYCJ1uLAxQjLcMuqRjrXk5KmvreY2TGOTh3POkiuNJ1hYTrGlNJxu2Wx9E/s400/038.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>This is Hope's bulletin board. She has a very pink/shabby chic room that I think this will be gorgeous in! She also loves frogs. (or at least she did at one time........hopefully still does!) </em><em>Oh, and the pom poms on the left side are not crooked, they must have just fallen that way when I took the picture! (had to CLARIFY that lest you think I am sloppy!! LOL!)</em><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmfU0alniD2aZ94Wcca9eGETBuShzcolU54hcMcM7zOxkYQGdXC-muExvI2VZ0MpHkVMziYhDYWVjBNbh2lpzAonRw1dgqVZAOhH25XyBMsRpNGrQ1uN4nczWop9104J_o2yWN91a4iY/s1600-h/036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272010531874312754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmfU0alniD2aZ94Wcca9eGETBuShzcolU54hcMcM7zOxkYQGdXC-muExvI2VZ0MpHkVMziYhDYWVjBNbh2lpzAonRw1dgqVZAOhH25XyBMsRpNGrQ1uN4nczWop9104J_o2yWN91a4iY/s400/036.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>And this one is for my one of a kind niece Addie. If you met her, you would know why she is one of a kind. She's a MESS( in the south that means HILARIOUS!)!!! Her room is all different shades of purple, with touches of yellow and green.</em><br /><em>I can't WAIT to give these to them for Christmas. Carter LOVES putting pictures/artwork/cards on his, and I think the girls will enjoy it too!</em> </p><p><em>Hopefully I will be much more proactive in blog world this week, but until then, I hope y'all have a great week!!!</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a> </p>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-77599310583455544422008-11-21T08:00:00.001-05:002008-11-21T08:00:00.794-05:00Fingerprint Friday<em>There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:</em><br /><em>I can see the fingerprints of God</em><br /><em>When I look at you</em><br /><em>I can see the fingerprints of God</em><br /><em>And I know its true</em><br /><em>You're a masterpiece</em><br /><em>That all creation quietly applauds</em><br /><em>And you're covered with the fingerprints of God<br /><br /></em><em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkojFAmGs2t_Y-IQ3KoKkvqBkfhbsi5EfSTR1UIvP5VJ70As7NkBjtGOJ4nODPlNBG1BpF2JJksYOgQ8jHyUODvMUFGmd5bKIW4GmE4_DHdg9QD-zSrHsYL2G7-OnMTfWlyPhY7INGIZI/s1600-h/beautiful+fall+day+2008+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270927815428796706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkojFAmGs2t_Y-IQ3KoKkvqBkfhbsi5EfSTR1UIvP5VJ70As7NkBjtGOJ4nODPlNBG1BpF2JJksYOgQ8jHyUODvMUFGmd5bKIW4GmE4_DHdg9QD-zSrHsYL2G7-OnMTfWlyPhY7INGIZI/s400/beautiful+fall+day+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrvOgjMzI_W817s1kg6Gx763sEkBYwo8bQzkNsrEyDX1sQOHZt-tJLYtqA2wPG1be8b6xmvRLwIPSz4J1C_vgBK79jtmrQfIDZBcb923WrhpsGJxGmJDVWFb98aHxCR6VmN2idel4O8k/s1600-h/beautiful+fall+day+2008+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270927806083762450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrvOgjMzI_W817s1kg6Gx763sEkBYwo8bQzkNsrEyDX1sQOHZt-tJLYtqA2wPG1be8b6xmvRLwIPSz4J1C_vgBK79jtmrQfIDZBcb923WrhpsGJxGmJDVWFb98aHxCR6VmN2idel4O8k/s400/beautiful+fall+day+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8KlsRJTZGfR9IUqEwrVV560wt_EKdOYmD_TERAWPYCFcHpxWR2_hfpCbSo0JvOQgbbZ7qzFIjMOLlX_AAfKhtmkb1QHsqjlQEtxO1XFlTNQsknAWK3Y7uRkhxgQ38BWQMRKHXI_oV10/s1600-h/beautiful+fall+day+2008+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270927402647321394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8KlsRJTZGfR9IUqEwrVV560wt_EKdOYmD_TERAWPYCFcHpxWR2_hfpCbSo0JvOQgbbZ7qzFIjMOLlX_AAfKhtmkb1QHsqjlQEtxO1XFlTNQsknAWK3Y7uRkhxgQ38BWQMRKHXI_oV10/s400/beautiful+fall+day+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfwM_djASLQWMYI3Ts7j1cooJVKqSXLxHWLfsyXaQEU3vqZfWAVWUhFJ7uedIIe8gsMgFt0qmtVK9E5DchkItk393wD0tKZGSvrxlQEu-Z771AwsJaKQdRqcakP75v9HH6_e0jng-GSs/s1600-h/beautiful+fall+day+2008+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270927392276760850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfwM_djASLQWMYI3Ts7j1cooJVKqSXLxHWLfsyXaQEU3vqZfWAVWUhFJ7uedIIe8gsMgFt0qmtVK9E5DchkItk393wD0tKZGSvrxlQEu-Z771AwsJaKQdRqcakP75v9HH6_e0jng-GSs/s400/beautiful+fall+day+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYX5LOcvxlofxxlcxOrGTxG69-DjsFGDWRPBQ8On-BetOjVHn2iF3qLnPBobSLUaM1yJo1-ZnUd4V1msAwcFhAHYhw5rcW-zlkG1EiduRykZdOfiALWK6bl41SGXwjLmcQbJG437CfNpo/s1600-h/beautiful+fall+day+2008+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270927024745185538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYX5LOcvxlofxxlcxOrGTxG69-DjsFGDWRPBQ8On-BetOjVHn2iF3qLnPBobSLUaM1yJo1-ZnUd4V1msAwcFhAHYhw5rcW-zlkG1EiduRykZdOfiALWK6bl41SGXwjLmcQbJG437CfNpo/s400/beautiful+fall+day+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I took these pictures last week as we were driving to church. The photography isn't great because we were moving, but I just HAD to get my camera out and snap as many shots as I could when I saw how beautiful it was that day. The kids LOVE when the leaves turn colors. We have had some of the best car rides this Fall as we drove around staring at the beauty that SCREAMS God and creation.</em></div><div><em>Craig and I discussed that day how amazing it is that our great God would be so detailed that he would include color change in the DNA of leaves before they would fall for winter, when he created them.....simply for the beauty and enjoyment of it! God is good. So good. Thank you Lord for the JOY the color change in the trees have brought to our family this year!!</em></div><div><em>Where do YOU see God's fingerprints today?</em><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-818718054519622832008-11-18T10:48:00.019-05:002008-11-18T12:17:25.827-05:00These emails are NOT funny!!....(okay, so they are a TINY bit funny....)<em>So, I love getting emails from y'all, but lately my "friends" and even my MOTHER have been sending pictures with messages like "oh, I thought of you today when I saw this.....", or "this MUST have been for you.....", and "you would SOOOOO do this.....". Hmmmmm, after going through my DELETED folder of emails, I am sensing a pattern, and I'm not sure I like where this is going. My life seemed quite normal until YOU PEOPLE pointed out that I am a complete disastrous MESS!!! Okay, so I have issues, but don't we all??? hmmpphhhhh!!!</em><br /><em>Here are a few of my NOT SO funny emails that YOU all have sent me!! Thanks alot!!!! (hee hee hee......)</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpoXtwnAW3LIqfnNCd-ipvni7N4jWg70ZPPl2KUjogrTVjhnFgPGfrGBz2DHwbJ34kh08GxHHMcJE2Q2CL_5LWAr6qmt6hjuey77dablLMe0tCpv4ugotKoNkYf0qv_Ag3d0JGx5P_qc/s1600-h/mbcn604l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026516655613426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpoXtwnAW3LIqfnNCd-ipvni7N4jWg70ZPPl2KUjogrTVjhnFgPGfrGBz2DHwbJ34kh08GxHHMcJE2Q2CL_5LWAr6qmt6hjuey77dablLMe0tCpv4ugotKoNkYf0qv_Ag3d0JGx5P_qc/s400/mbcn604l.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Okay, so this DOES sound like something Craigo would do (has done...), and something I WOULD say to him.....in fact I think I HAVE told him to keep his "weapons of MASS destruction" away from me before.....</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyS7XX9NbAZmG63m93cA3luh1Zi0J9xXOcPRmBk7XpRpgEzmA2uhQS60O_DPbSQihyphenhyphenyHAhM3B3CIx-dGmIZheG1OjW8owIVmr8WHl2sC1OMR9hyNdEK7iVeZ4fAQsR9IPp4-HgaOloOM/s1600-h/IMG00924.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026404844670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyS7XX9NbAZmG63m93cA3luh1Zi0J9xXOcPRmBk7XpRpgEzmA2uhQS60O_DPbSQihyphenhyphenyHAhM3B3CIx-dGmIZheG1OjW8owIVmr8WHl2sC1OMR9hyNdEK7iVeZ4fAQsR9IPp4-HgaOloOM/s400/IMG00924.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Yeah yeah yeah.......this one goes without saying.....we ALL <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-interupt-my-regularly-g-rated-blog.html">know</a> where this came from.</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QLRTn8kEjAhDFDfyyk85Z0aqCW1_DP-2QlGxegHZ6u9q9QRMavw3NLfIO8JUxA-elzmPzxCOw_jtek-KyQWBwiHyiUrjCcuBe8WgJVvIVwV-HNkIPw8tDDhxW73RV2xRZI9zEjhAiZQ/s1600-h/dumb-blonde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026229473993954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QLRTn8kEjAhDFDfyyk85Z0aqCW1_DP-2QlGxegHZ6u9q9QRMavw3NLfIO8JUxA-elzmPzxCOw_jtek-KyQWBwiHyiUrjCcuBe8WgJVvIVwV-HNkIPw8tDDhxW73RV2xRZI9zEjhAiZQ/s400/dumb-blonde.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I have NEVER done this, and am APPALLED to think that anyone would think that I have!! What kind of a <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/09/pandoras-box.html">DINGBAT</a> would do that????</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKKfUp0kev9N0pxXoeT5XDecra4E7dbCE5zl3moR8EsI2tKgYM7KJ6E8SguA2I-H4Kg41OifQZO09UX1SK7lXvJNhlPWM8Az-FKkCZkuUVMlM3JDFLdvLVlPBXZk8-fXu5RSycRECJcc/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026035868096034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKKfUp0kev9N0pxXoeT5XDecra4E7dbCE5zl3moR8EsI2tKgYM7KJ6E8SguA2I-H4Kg41OifQZO09UX1SK7lXvJNhlPWM8Az-FKkCZkuUVMlM3JDFLdvLVlPBXZk8-fXu5RSycRECJcc/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Yep! Back to Craigo again.........Y'all love <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping.html">Craig</a> stories don't you? And I thought he was just annoying.....</em><br /><div><img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AulKIc4CXvgBdC1WNDFkOTvP46DIL0TiZg16M4hIb2nVyXetyFSFMvhNaSprdrT2gV4I6Aou1t4UFFD710bPbG5imWQ8O0-Hy0QeAWuH1lAx2fOzLD499XgAe0P3cE4blR3JQAqzLKM/s1600-h/husbanGpx_468x303.jpg"><img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270025951141692066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AulKIc4CXvgBdC1WNDFkOTvP46DIL0TiZg16M4hIb2nVyXetyFSFMvhNaSprdrT2gV4I6Aou1t4UFFD710bPbG5imWQ8O0-Hy0QeAWuH1lAx2fOzLD499XgAe0P3cE4blR3JQAqzLKM/s400/husbanGpx_468x303.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I'm not exactly sure why someone sent me this.......I have NO intentions of poisoning his coffee.........but he probably WOULD drink it if I did!!:)</em><br /><div><em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8mB-eiuZ3D7w85PTpgBxx_nOaT5bpbDQcvPdw97zE2mudDSG99P1dMoaPAS6ZkLLHOblGTA585LzdZBtxPeK0lFo3oCSz4f9KuzSBP9BV1orR_BSjUS3aITw3f-uYA0VCuXlfM79ExM/s1600-h/dpa0181l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270025772801436738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8mB-eiuZ3D7w85PTpgBxx_nOaT5bpbDQcvPdw97zE2mudDSG99P1dMoaPAS6ZkLLHOblGTA585LzdZBtxPeK0lFo3oCSz4f9KuzSBP9BV1orR_BSjUS3aITw3f-uYA0VCuXlfM79ExM/s400/dpa0181l.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Oh dear Lord in heaven, there BETTER NOT had been anyone <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-no-you-ditintoh-yes-i-did.html">looking</a>.......but thanks for the added doubt that I DIDN'T NEED!!!!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2dRNGOWwrZ2zkxmQkomYwqTd7vyG59MGByyKuwlZXQLGxQqGUAFDVWN2Z0jNqpE8Xa8h4OsPqfZ-I_4O8aVMDY-l9QpfQmfWqegtriRfg4_p5s6X229gqW25r9IC6xfVdANYo3PV3xs/s1600-h/!cid_000701c942b6%24298e9120%2401fea8c0%40SANDILOU.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270025657907259618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2dRNGOWwrZ2zkxmQkomYwqTd7vyG59MGByyKuwlZXQLGxQqGUAFDVWN2Z0jNqpE8Xa8h4OsPqfZ-I_4O8aVMDY-l9QpfQmfWqegtriRfg4_p5s6X229gqW25r9IC6xfVdANYo3PV3xs/s400/!cid_000701c942b6%24298e9120%2401fea8c0%40SANDILOU.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I don't get this one......where's the corn? My MOTHER sent me this.......still confused.</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfn5oWwWxkXeRX_sebb6fI6ukhgIIA5Q01C4g276OC6HbiQrNFVzX1-eL3xvTmUvKSjQA6U6G57A4wRDKVvVg885reQeu_nuXRytxxvv8SZKPn0KMPypyysPkv762C6W7mKYKmONgiEw/s1600-h/BlackWidowSpider.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270025564526651426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfn5oWwWxkXeRX_sebb6fI6ukhgIIA5Q01C4g276OC6HbiQrNFVzX1-eL3xvTmUvKSjQA6U6G57A4wRDKVvVg885reQeu_nuXRytxxvv8SZKPn0KMPypyysPkv762C6W7mKYKmONgiEw/s400/BlackWidowSpider.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Okay, and these last two pictures I just thought were funny, but THANKFULLY have nothing to do with me. The caption on this email was how eerily similar the ugly horrible spider was to Michelle.</em><br /><div><img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4FurHVQQfWRrqirGRDusel8q3al8aZ6Dy0m2CCYfJKBQkBO5iyxIAhisnI9zdPrIXRnUyzW-7emFz3p4CkYYXPzdLmbjJJVWPVYGgc1eCSb58AOoufRBFTk_OtXw0NDv36TWRiDjOaA/s1600-h/mich.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270024983648030066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4FurHVQQfWRrqirGRDusel8q3al8aZ6Dy0m2CCYfJKBQkBO5iyxIAhisnI9zdPrIXRnUyzW-7emFz3p4CkYYXPzdLmbjJJVWPVYGgc1eCSb58AOoufRBFTk_OtXw0NDv36TWRiDjOaA/s400/mich.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Wow! That IS eerily similar!</em></div><em></em></div><div></div><div><em>So thanks for all of the ENCOURAGING emails that relate to my life...........I'm going to go stick my head in a bucket right now........of course knowing ME, I won't be able to get it off............</em> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;">*UPDATE: After I clicked 'publish' on this post, I checked my email and this comment from the previous post was waiting for me</span> <span style="color:#990000;">"okay.........we have had it!!! ...it is high time for a blog about your air-headed life.....after all, how can we keep laughing without it being at YOUR expense???if nothing is happening.......just make it up........oh i really don't mean that.......pull out one of those stories from your VAST array of ARCHIVES.......come on!"</span> <span style="color:#000066;">.........FROM MY MOTHER!!! THANKS MOM!!! And to think I shared my life with you in the UTTMOST of confidence..........*</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-56646871412514449392008-11-14T08:35:00.004-05:002008-11-14T09:02:49.596-05:00Kristi's Bags Boutique<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpS8UluXVQs2XOzWdXtQaoY4fVg3HYwGvm_WONmadfKn3lCxFgJVkYNzs8KpqQjNgJpxKHGAoxo0w16t-GIrqzixGHvC6QFsr4SdReUJTqS1qwO99XOrX4m1J4HJ5Z2JMLfBa9wsW4_c/s1600-h/!cid_E72FD9EF3CE643A69EC4F395FBB7EC7D%40homeiuzt4d052g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268510088252362610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpS8UluXVQs2XOzWdXtQaoY4fVg3HYwGvm_WONmadfKn3lCxFgJVkYNzs8KpqQjNgJpxKHGAoxo0w16t-GIrqzixGHvC6QFsr4SdReUJTqS1qwO99XOrX4m1J4HJ5Z2JMLfBa9wsW4_c/s400/!cid_E72FD9EF3CE643A69EC4F395FBB7EC7D%40homeiuzt4d052g.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>So my wonderful and very talented friend <a href="http://www.kristisbagsboutique.com/store/Default.asp">Kristi </a>who I have mentioned before on this blog is "going solo", and she has a new websight to showcase and sell her amazing bags and other cool stuff!! I have ordered about seven bags from her myself to give as gifts, and I can't say enough great things about her or her work! They are GORGEOUS, and we(Ava) get compliments every time we are carrying her bags. If you are looking for that "perfect" gift for Christmas, then please visit her <a href="http://www.kristisbagsboutique.com/store/Default.asp">websight</a> and look around. She also does custom work, and will work closely with you on material,ribbon, etc.....whatever you would like!!!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcJpMS0JrQAv7i7tas26u5KNZ1apZeaYOLmdiCcsUEZVRiGNxtxbyo7TPDGqwrwQJ_NF_xYA5kWpYL0fSxBYt3xHZz-7wMoLnjUw7iGZm_08mmeRGymTIU-tEsj78tz1JUsaZYlaMGKQ/s1600-h/pinkandblack.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268508176295464514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcJpMS0JrQAv7i7tas26u5KNZ1apZeaYOLmdiCcsUEZVRiGNxtxbyo7TPDGqwrwQJ_NF_xYA5kWpYL0fSxBYt3xHZz-7wMoLnjUw7iGZm_08mmeRGymTIU-tEsj78tz1JUsaZYlaMGKQ/s400/pinkandblack.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6IW0sgzCsTBKdlP7nBeQPaYbNk_kDs1FOpQy-71Ct5DFHxhj8nAfEmwWgfY85Tl9Sl4gsO2eO8qfrt1TjVNpaL4B6BX__QalTHUw5ATx2eqdFfkwTRtcohkcL0Gha96ZQmNt0kMYttw/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268508176864506594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6IW0sgzCsTBKdlP7nBeQPaYbNk_kDs1FOpQy-71Ct5DFHxhj8nAfEmwWgfY85Tl9Sl4gsO2eO8qfrt1TjVNpaL4B6BX__QalTHUw5ATx2eqdFfkwTRtcohkcL0Gha96ZQmNt0kMYttw/s400/thumb.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Check this one out....A STROLLER BAG!!! SO cool!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpLI6qfcEy0zEemcMdD-G4v0Sy22Ps5WNzs6dDWMxI8oV032ILmq4N9lqvNbRskA6KKAZun3ok_zQYavz4nCMFrxT-k5mhcdcKznRsozbsZR7hQFnZcFCd8s9lERyL_N5unhgXgktCEQ/s1600-h/100_0856.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268508169464952226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIpLI6qfcEy0zEemcMdD-G4v0Sy22Ps5WNzs6dDWMxI8oV032ILmq4N9lqvNbRskA6KKAZun3ok_zQYavz4nCMFrxT-k5mhcdcKznRsozbsZR7hQFnZcFCd8s9lERyL_N5unhgXgktCEQ/s400/100_0856.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>A Diaper bag/wipes holder combo! Too Too cute!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNT6CrzDp0wVJYR75hgJOCeYCCjhDHx_Mzll8PT89DJfs1MLpYHLcI-sCocfh1TtyeYKQqw84LJ-IJZPZc92JbUtn77xDnXcCLIAIKw3goImE98DlnEwQWFWYmZuO-gB2HmsBzByPo7wg/s1600-h/lavnsagewipes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268508166326751234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNT6CrzDp0wVJYR75hgJOCeYCCjhDHx_Mzll8PT89DJfs1MLpYHLcI-sCocfh1TtyeYKQqw84LJ-IJZPZc92JbUtn77xDnXcCLIAIKw3goImE98DlnEwQWFWYmZuO-gB2HmsBzByPo7wg/s400/lavnsagewipes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9IXiAAAN-y6NZL8tjtKz5jrmsN3qEzMfrWXaBlriD0YqcmTiIish_AijiUY54SRNxr3Z5I_8QjMfZ6PMUN1Ufe6lpaNkE64wwF_inM8mZa-cP8aeKx2awfpgLOvNgSDaUXRwQ9OlSvs/s1600-h/baseballcp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268508164343770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9IXiAAAN-y6NZL8tjtKz5jrmsN3qEzMfrWXaBlriD0YqcmTiIish_AijiUY54SRNxr3Z5I_8QjMfZ6PMUN1Ufe6lpaNkE64wwF_inM8mZa-cP8aeKx2awfpgLOvNgSDaUXRwQ9OlSvs/s400/baseballcp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>What a darling changing pad!</em><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-43508841504409193612008-11-13T22:21:00.003-05:002008-11-13T22:33:49.990-05:00Awesome Giveaways goin' on......<em>Grosgrain is hosting two fabulous giveaways right now!</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu07S9BUJ7iEwQfduGLcXJ9je304QYC2djer9mNjvqtv9ZmALExqB7eIuO6dDb7HbtzeCMF2GQiAysA39PMiXS9UUam1fWZJGdQ9964XJh3582A4gMuzpZoxmg7Ne0zb65tilsf6WdVnc/s1600-h/3026940119_52326c5110_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268348611852638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu07S9BUJ7iEwQfduGLcXJ9je304QYC2djer9mNjvqtv9ZmALExqB7eIuO6dDb7HbtzeCMF2GQiAysA39PMiXS9UUam1fWZJGdQ9964XJh3582A4gMuzpZoxmg7Ne0zb65tilsf6WdVnc/s400/3026940119_52326c5110_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Here is an example of a water colored painting that Susannah Rodgers painted, and she is going to paint your child if you win. For more information on how to enter go <a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/commissioned-watercolor-portrait.html">here</a>.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AUYXi3ElFhi4CxXCO9YknT7q0zoHx9u27KbFCf5EIFa9Z4gq3ETGXIeoKDZk7qzkFEf76sfqbJVn0nTX31aeLhEKc7w2xOzdF_tHPdB7I8wyWT7Mv9CXpuUYZUQis5GJpWOPr9W12Pk/s1600-h/3022241281_8d38c0c3b7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268348611437044370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AUYXi3ElFhi4CxXCO9YknT7q0zoHx9u27KbFCf5EIFa9Z4gq3ETGXIeoKDZk7qzkFEf76sfqbJVn0nTX31aeLhEKc7w2xOzdF_tHPdB7I8wyWT7Mv9CXpuUYZUQis5GJpWOPr9W12Pk/s400/3022241281_8d38c0c3b7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>This is a "Little Bo Peep" costume that Grosgrain is also giving away, and it comes with a sheep costume as well. Go <a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/nordic-bo-peep-and-long-lost-sheep.html">here</a> to enter.</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hRxvDYhCOlxBuiS4PVRgC73fNwIrK7eqzOCbVbkCxU_-0IoO8_WY0Q0BjHngry5LlJk1n_cqhYSgWAp84k0RJpjgRMYhwqeuIVX25QlvWqyCi2B-WtQMQJd0NH7mxdtuN3xHwPqN9cw/s1600-h/12christ2008kd4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268348607464008690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hRxvDYhCOlxBuiS4PVRgC73fNwIrK7eqzOCbVbkCxU_-0IoO8_WY0Q0BjHngry5LlJk1n_cqhYSgWAp84k0RJpjgRMYhwqeuIVX25QlvWqyCi2B-WtQMQJd0NH7mxdtuN3xHwPqN9cw/s400/12christ2008kd4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Finally, my awesome friend Canela is hosting a HUGE giveaway, with winners everyday, and a grand prize winner at the end of twelve days!! Go <a href="http://cinnamonsticksboutique.blogspot.com/">here</a> for details and get entered...hurry, she is already on day four!</em><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-48696107584417176852008-11-13T19:03:00.005-05:002008-11-13T20:24:41.530-05:00Painting Project/Prayer Request<em>So it has taken a week for me to post my painting project, but here it is. Last Thursday I decided to paint the kids playroom but unfortunately like an idiot, I forgot to take before pictures. So there really isn't going to be that WOW factor!! Ha! Sorry! </em><br /><em>The "gone bad" part that I wrote about last Friday really isn't too horrible just frustrating. </em><br /><em>On Thursday I didn't get started painting soon enough to finish it that day, and because the lighting in there is awful, when the natural light disappeared, I had to quit. I didn't know what to do with my roller to save it for the next day, so I tried to wash it, and then I thought I remembered someone telling me to wrap it in plastic. I did that, but looking back, I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to "wash" it first. </em><br /><em>When I went to paint the next day, the roller was so wet, and I had paint literally dripping down the walls on to the floor.........NOT GOOD. After I cleaned up the mess, I called my handy dandy neighbor, and he had an extra roller for me. I finished that day without any other major catastrophes! (BUT, let's just say that A.D.D. and painting do NOT go hand in hand........I seriously considered quitting halfway through without "cutting in" the edges, and then saying that since it was a playroom, I had let the kids do it!! ha!ha!)</em><br /><em>Alas, it is finished, and I really don't want to paint anything else for a while........</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69qSVptNIaZyyDtpnouANmTAD1eHz2wYeXwVQFCm1b-XusQ6FfZjoNBTI51HxoP40f8UUZ1QsE-51cMhGJwNs6KIPTweWI1CWoEqeHRqbHH-WhmoNUB5kQaG3tobXKJpsMhpVQaYkrVI/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268307478575959346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69qSVptNIaZyyDtpnouANmTAD1eHz2wYeXwVQFCm1b-XusQ6FfZjoNBTI51HxoP40f8UUZ1QsE-51cMhGJwNs6KIPTweWI1CWoEqeHRqbHH-WhmoNUB5kQaG3tobXKJpsMhpVQaYkrVI/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX53ye80Ryb9X4zV9DFRdcyJlz0WhaFG935c_cPP_UZg638v75WEK841xCJ_jn565xKRa57ffbza5dogiK2iUsI7BKtgfw5-mqnKYXCe2ZzZUpk38BZ4sjmzFsBfk_l-Vr0z9Cdu363MY/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268307475172008018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX53ye80Ryb9X4zV9DFRdcyJlz0WhaFG935c_cPP_UZg638v75WEK841xCJ_jn565xKRa57ffbza5dogiK2iUsI7BKtgfw5-mqnKYXCe2ZzZUpk38BZ4sjmzFsBfk_l-Vr0z9Cdu363MY/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>These are totally cool art display canvases that my amazing sister made for the kids last Christmas, and I was finally able to hang them! They look awesome in there, and the kids LOVE to change out their artwork!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5H7OPmlpqxYHw-BGVJmAIo7wVmwG6C7CE3DUedC9yyRi4nZ3Ek0DK-CCayFGGuJNY24T3IYcl97u1kscEjWEmL7pLeg6gBhGZJPn0KSBK-DkNBG4HMSBxmD_lcj0KatVHt97-B5n-KKc/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268306092660169570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5H7OPmlpqxYHw-BGVJmAIo7wVmwG6C7CE3DUedC9yyRi4nZ3Ek0DK-CCayFGGuJNY24T3IYcl97u1kscEjWEmL7pLeg6gBhGZJPn0KSBK-DkNBG4HMSBxmD_lcj0KatVHt97-B5n-KKc/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Above the black arts and crafts table, I plan on making them one of my custom made bulletin boards for them to display more of their stuff!!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQsffQorjFKB_Mi4mlWkwJgZxw0XULZeLSkNRf-9iYs6sJPYevd1Lg-yPkZx2YKxCYGPeljflqcgZh6XUFDAo1ghwbDzWduZjfDe6tbBlYsiXhuIL5LV-ZTfCmtB0gsq1FeF7JO-HKbs/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268306080501223282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQsffQorjFKB_Mi4mlWkwJgZxw0XULZeLSkNRf-9iYs6sJPYevd1Lg-yPkZx2YKxCYGPeljflqcgZh6XUFDAo1ghwbDzWduZjfDe6tbBlYsiXhuIL5LV-ZTfCmtB0gsq1FeF7JO-HKbs/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2J1zd6kA2RzDmYNyvYYdQS7vneVe6_pzQBczVW3U37Chtgx2H9qMIyQYNNe0D1xTCrMd-CiU5VGBhPbdauogED9M9wffU9RDQHBcMRbBnJPE7Z9KJU0zlK-OgzKf2T2I85ng1rgx7Z4/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268299624892105778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2J1zd6kA2RzDmYNyvYYdQS7vneVe6_pzQBczVW3U37Chtgx2H9qMIyQYNNe0D1xTCrMd-CiU5VGBhPbdauogED9M9wffU9RDQHBcMRbBnJPE7Z9KJU0zlK-OgzKf2T2I85ng1rgx7Z4/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Look at that adorable horse pillow case!!! My very sweet friend <a href="http://bunnychicboutique.blogspot.com/">Jayne</a> sent that to Ava because she knew how much Ava loved horses!! It is seriously one of the cutest things I have ever seen!!! Jayne has a wonderful shop with the cutest most precious gifts. Please visit her store <a href="http://bunnychicboutique.com/">here </a>to see what other treasures you can find. Thanks Jayne for the awesome gift! WE love it!!!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPqSoVIVEobHaoc_qZyqwaEOOG1aKG4XSPmWR4gYEzc2UxMp7c_dJTu1wY7uNNqkNv1IyskPHUkYe-xrNmepNp-yyX7sFu37Wpth7dT4IKonnNrvBzQETavVXTgfmEGEIIJrsJXAfORM/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268299382654854402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPqSoVIVEobHaoc_qZyqwaEOOG1aKG4XSPmWR4gYEzc2UxMp7c_dJTu1wY7uNNqkNv1IyskPHUkYe-xrNmepNp-yyX7sFu37Wpth7dT4IKonnNrvBzQETavVXTgfmEGEIIJrsJXAfORM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>So that's my painting project. On a very serious side note, I would really appreciate your thoughts and prayers for my family right now. We received terrible news on Monday about my Grandfather, and things have been touch and go ever since. He is still in the hospital, and we are not sure what is going to happen. THEN, today in fact just a few hours ago, we heard that my Grandma from the other side of the family was rushed to the hospital with fluid on her lungs. She had a stroke about three years ago, and has been in a care facility ever since, but was seemingly doing fine. Like I said, the news is fresh and I don't know what is going on there yet, but would just really appreciate your prayers. Her name is Connie and she lives in Pennsylvania. She is my dad's mom. My grandfather lives in Iowa, he is my mom's dad, and his name is Marvin. I just thought I would tell all of my awesome bloggy friends about this and ask for your prayers. Thank you so much for being so awesome here!! love y'all!</em><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-42685321127512972712008-11-12T07:49:00.002-05:002008-11-12T07:57:28.901-05:00NO! No you ditint!......Oh YES I did.<em>Ummmmmmmmm, so I lied. I said below, BEFORE "THE SHOWER", that I was done blogging for the night, and that I would see you tomorrow. BUT then SOMETHING happened. And I NEED to blog about this......I MUST get some moral support here, and some advice on how I can ever show my face again in my neighborhood.<br />It all started when....(cue the smoke and dreamlike thoughts....) I went upstairs to FINALLY take a shower after my very sweaty workout this afternoon (by the time I got home, it was time to get dinner ready, get the kids bathed and to bed, so it was 9:00 before I even made it to the shower!).<br /><br />Please do not ask me what in the world got into me, but for some reason instead of just taking my usual short, very to the point shower, I decided that tonight I would take my time and lolligag in the hot water. Now, I've always hated the design of my bathroom, because you can see yourself in the mirror while you shower! (who in the world would want that?) But tonight for some stupid reason, I decided to take a peak to see if all this exercising <strike>crap</strike> business was doing me any good. So I did. And boy did I start examining. I was flexing. I was bending. I was turning in every which way. I was lifting things that I am sure God never really intended on having to be lifted in order to view other things.<br /><br />And then I saw them. My blinds. O.P.E.N. ........FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!!!!.........I screamed so loud my dog started barking. We NEVER have our bedroom blinds open! NEVER EVER....EVER!! ( I guess this would be a good place to add that you can see straight through our bedroom right into the shower from the window...and with it being dark outside, and lit up like a Christmas tree in my room.......well, you get the drift) Sheer panic set in which is the only explanation I can come up with for what happened next. I TORE out of the shower running and dripping towards the window, only to halt in complete horror as I realized what I was doing. Running naked....TOWARDS the open window. I froze. Now people, when I say froze, I mean froze. Could. Not. Move. In that moment I saw the couple that lives across the street from us walking their little white dog ( I briefly thought about waving, forgetting about my predicament.....darn A.D.D). I realized that if I now turned around and ran BACK to the bathroom, my rear end would be exposed as well. So I hesitantly decided that if I dove towards the window I could maybe slam into the blinds causing them to close. Obviously I didn't think this through to the end and instead just went for it.<br /><br />Dive? Did I say I was going to dive towards the window? Yeah, body slam would be a much more accurate description of what actually happened. Apparently in my quick decision making I didn't account for all of the decorative pillows from my bed that were lying on the floor in my path. So, OF COURSE I tripped over them, and seriously slammed myself into the windows. When I regained conscientious again, I was laying on the floor in front of my windows still dripping wet. And of course still naked (this would have been a great opportunity for God to have miraculously clothed me, but he sooooo didn't). Blinds still wide open. For all of God's beautiful earth to see.<br /><br />I am going to KILL Craig for opening those ding dang blinds! Why in the name of all things beautiful would he do that? He's lucky I didn't actually go THROUGH the window when I hit it!! (Now THAT would have been a sight........)<br /><br />So, I'm begging for some reassurance here.....SURELY no one saw right? I mean I was just IMAGINING my neighbors with the little white dog looking up at my window right? And if I was only imagining them being there, then SURELY I didn't REALLY see them nod their heads and wave at me right? I mean surely these things didn't happen. Surely.<br /><br /></em><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-90156716646733110192008-11-11T20:09:00.003-05:002008-11-11T21:17:07.796-05:00The time change doesn't agree with me!<em>Ok, so I am trying to upload pictures, and blogger has stopped cooperating, so I will go with what I have and will have to post the others later! </em><br /><br /><em>For starters, I don't know what has happened to my seemingly casual life. Ever since the time change, I can't get my act together. My body has not adjusted to the change, and I absolutely hate it getting dark so early! I have been so tired it is unbelievable!!! Is anyone else having as much of a problem as I am?</em><br /><em>That being said, blogging has had to be put on the back burner for a while. By the time I get the kids down and I am able to relax......I can barely think, and have found myself zoned out in front of the TV the past few nights going to bed by ten!!! (soooooo NOT the norm here!!)</em><br /><em>Sick of my complaining and excuses? I am too, so I will stop now.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>My awesome friend Melissa had asked me several weeks ago if I would take their family picture for their Christmas card, so on Saturday afternoon we went down to one of the lakes in our neighborhood, and had ourselves a mini photo shoot!! It was so much fun, and obviously the subjects were GORGEOUS, so I didn't have to do much!! This was my first family other than my own that I have photographed. </em><br /><em> I am TOYING with photography a little bit, and plan on attending classes after the new year (right after I get my new mac daddy camera that I am getting for Christmas!!! YAY!!!!!) I am pleased with my first attempt, and it really confirmed my desire to learn more and get better!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>These are just a few of the dozens we took! </em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxW3AGrp9sa3QirsSnTKt2iqh89fXxjb2LmFJsGPdmM8GEn1TKJIHA6o6PGzSg9fUkD_agZb0HNLV3bKp4oIJ7iQdKcNcUP3Mg8uoC4GlrVB_E8uQE-uYjFDnOAOI_dbLZoLwQNyPe_o/s1600-h/101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267575420217013154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxW3AGrp9sa3QirsSnTKt2iqh89fXxjb2LmFJsGPdmM8GEn1TKJIHA6o6PGzSg9fUkD_agZb0HNLV3bKp4oIJ7iQdKcNcUP3Mg8uoC4GlrVB_E8uQE-uYjFDnOAOI_dbLZoLwQNyPe_o/s400/101.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJZJzDihyM-9QJND5Q-Zsbi-ixqEDrCDHvlYoNDg9FalxnLmREdztMVvffKwOu_i8776b21jMSzaggj532pr-vlM-MGl3CtnxVvybJylvN9qwJu_JnBHAmx4336jME-84AgboLVva920/s1600-h/098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267575412436986546" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorrK3-daE3aJY_jvmYgm3AXaYMXJC7543aujgHz0BpkRs7PK8pnFQoaKKzsFAKBGGz57vZxA1p1cQL8lDUD2UEujdDtbX80tPZDhSA6ampU65ahJQaf2d5NohWQ-xqwnEpu8T-djlG-U/s400/020+(3).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9fY-0u7dFp6jxShdKLV6CpXeP2BMEQ3ACcqVd4_Rf9eL2JMXzjXxI2lamcuxznBTw-V2dhLtqhgbIkOIQXMdSBVfauhEPubVVV9Bys5RH2c-oUKPF9Odzis_JUch3DRTxgHUVMYG4H0/s1600-h/014+(3).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267574459395299714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9fY-0u7dFp6jxShdKLV6CpXeP2BMEQ3ACcqVd4_Rf9eL2JMXzjXxI2lamcuxznBTw-V2dhLtqhgbIkOIQXMdSBVfauhEPubVVV9Bys5RH2c-oUKPF9Odzis_JUch3DRTxgHUVMYG4H0/s400/014+(3).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>So, I am still trying to upload my painting project (blogger is still on strike apparently), and I owe you an explanation for the shoes in the post below.......but it's 9:00 and I have yet to shower from the gym, and if I don't get in there soon, I am going to throw up on myself from my own stench!!!! SOOOOOOOO............I promise you will get the goods tomorrow! (don't get tooo excited.......)</em><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-53815969723806796322008-11-09T18:50:00.003-05:002008-11-09T19:27:23.015-05:00HELLO!<em>Hi! I am alive! </em><br /><em>I have had the busiest last four days that I've had in a very long time. I have barely been home since Thursday, and I am so tired I can barely type right now! I am too tired to blog much tonight, but I thought I would say hello to bloggy world. So, HELLO!!! </em><br /><em>I will TRY to get pictures of my painting project up tomorrow. Which speaking of, I thought I was going to have to disappoint all of you that were SURE that my "painting project gone bad" was going to include some hilarious tale (and for the life of me I can't figure out why in the world you would think that........:), because it really isn't that funny....just stupidity on my part and lots of frustration...........BUT, then THIS happened after church today, and you will get a funny tale after all......just not tonight...........</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC166fPp40ToE1oNyXK_Arn_bOumDmD27Afau7VqXAraFsf3Dx_ND9XOUn91BCGWC6GBBl8vLRvxYhCGmKrswMvXmpLIlE4F1Os1p0y8n8EbX26wEbaEwFGMoS5YQd-EqWq9AwP3CfIHQ/s1600-h/beautiful+fall+day+2008+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266809916846490482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC166fPp40ToE1oNyXK_Arn_bOumDmD27Afau7VqXAraFsf3Dx_ND9XOUn91BCGWC6GBBl8vLRvxYhCGmKrswMvXmpLIlE4F1Os1p0y8n8EbX26wEbaEwFGMoS5YQd-EqWq9AwP3CfIHQ/s400/beautiful+fall+day+2008+031.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>And</em> <em>if this is what my SHOES looked like...............</em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-79483147449298612852008-11-07T08:45:00.003-05:002008-11-07T09:07:15.890-05:00Fingerprint Friday<em>There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I can see the fingerprints of God</em><br /><em>When I look at you </em><br /><em>I can see the fingerprints of God</em><br /><em>And I know its true</em><br /><em>Youre a masterpiece</em><br /><em>That all creation quietly applauds</em><br /><em>And you're covered with the fingerprints of God</em><br /><p><em>Where do YOU see God's fingerprints today?</p></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5i-YtzuleD6FKyRUefnpoexnh0PR8EUGBGZ6yVj5ii9FD1Xav4aOxstVfy5dRUjRe-9CKV_ArzR0BcE_bcW-0jqpRqBTA3PxShcCRwGt7QKu5EQ8xdaZzlu2gI4DYIxq1RjUlJU3EVxI/s1600-h/Seacrest+Beach+September+2008+142.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911872322708002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5i-YtzuleD6FKyRUefnpoexnh0PR8EUGBGZ6yVj5ii9FD1Xav4aOxstVfy5dRUjRe-9CKV_ArzR0BcE_bcW-0jqpRqBTA3PxShcCRwGt7QKu5EQ8xdaZzlu2gI4DYIxq1RjUlJU3EVxI/s400/Seacrest+Beach+September+2008+142.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78ud133IXWi8GDYhS3bhCIsfCAKMgLEJavN-P1JU2xQSImghmTwsa7k8blxNqR7iV2arPc309W4Ke0sGQV1Gtn_1eNwiAPPCD40i6QjRc_gSQek5pmlukHjgLFAAX1ZeGSjS6hswIns0/s1600-h/Seacrest+Beach+September+2008+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911865379788018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78ud133IXWi8GDYhS3bhCIsfCAKMgLEJavN-P1JU2xQSImghmTwsa7k8blxNqR7iV2arPc309W4Ke0sGQV1Gtn_1eNwiAPPCD40i6QjRc_gSQek5pmlukHjgLFAAX1ZeGSjS6hswIns0/s400/Seacrest+Beach+September+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000066;"> *<em>Quick note......I am MIA from blog world again because I am in the middle of a painting project gone bad!!......See you later this weekend!! Have a great one!*</em><br /></span><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-1107527375192631182008-11-04T11:51:00.004-05:002008-11-04T19:46:20.202-05:00My new favorite Day!!!!<em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFAVeMAGaf3ApxuTpjbOaBRSneqi16i5gbVUt2xiewAG-pXS4pPKC2FshGPKrGZJYXHzW3MrIHsnHmgoRrCQ1s8uuSBKr1IGYLricX_W4MuBu8CfAHyyy2fRlJ66v4NJADHmBzo1LzAU/s1600-h/Printelect---I-Voted-Today.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846434594108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFAVeMAGaf3ApxuTpjbOaBRSneqi16i5gbVUt2xiewAG-pXS4pPKC2FshGPKrGZJYXHzW3MrIHsnHmgoRrCQ1s8uuSBKr1IGYLricX_W4MuBu8CfAHyyy2fRlJ66v4NJADHmBzo1LzAU/s400/Printelect---I-Voted-Today.gif" border="0" /></a> <em>So I voted today. NOT without drama of course, but I voted nonetheless. </em><br /><em>I picked up my neighbor Jackie at 9:15 this morning, leaving my children at her house with her husband while we voted. </em><br /><em>The good news? We were back in the car headed home by 9:35. The bad news? It would have been sooner than that had I actually voted FOR THE RIGHT CANDIDATE the first time!!</em><br /><br /><em>You see, I wanted to vote straight republican and thought that I could just push one button for that instead of having to cast my vote separately for each race. I asked Jackie (who was in the booth next to me) if that was possible. She thought I was joking, laughed, and said "just make sure you vote RIGHT". So I did. I punched everything on the right side, and when it came time to review my ballot, there staring me in the face was OBAMINATION as my pick for president. What the???? CLEARLY the place was rigged. But,before I "took this to the authorities", and accused all of ______ county of being fraudulent, I thought I would just MAKE SURE this was not an "operator error" (though I was quite convinced that FOR ONCE I was not being dramatic). Imagine my surprise when I realized that Jackie didn't actually mean "check everything on the right", but because she KNOWS me, and KNOWS that there would be a HUGE chance for error, she was simply telling me to vote the RIGHT way!!!! (OOHHHH.....That made much more sense!)</em><br /><em>Luckily I had not pressed "CAST BALLOT" yet, so I was able to START OVER, and actually READ the choices and pick my republican homies one by one. (Just for the record though, I still think there should be ONE button for each party if you would like to vote that way......it would be MUCH EASIER and FASTER....I'm just sayin')</em><br /><br /><em>So after we voted...(the RIGHT way), we realized that Derwin (Jackie's husband) had NO idea that it only took us 11 minutes to vote, and for all he knew we were still standing in line. What were two <strike>dingbats</strike> wild and crazy girls supposed to do??? Go home and relieve him of the six children? Nah.......we were going to go get some free coffee that WE WERE TOLD Starbucks was offering if we showed them our voting stickers. Until we realized that neither of us really liked coffee. JACKIE then said that Chik filet was offering the same deal by giving out free sandwiches if you showed them your voting sticker. Great! We would drive to Chik filet, get free sandwiches, and bring lunch home for everyone.</em><br /><p><em>Ummmm, MOST things that sound too good to be true......ARE. Here's my conversation with the lady behind the speaker in the drive through:</em></p><p><em>LADY: "May I take your order?" ME: "Yes, we would like seven Chik filet sandwiches and we have voting stickers for four of them" LADY: "You have what for them?" ME:"Voting stickers" .....looooooong pause........ LADY: "WHAT are you voting for?" ME:"No, I already voted, and now I have my stickers!" (c'mon, give me my FREE sandwiches, and let's get on with it!?:) Lady:"stickers? Do you mean coupons?" (ummm, NO, I KNOW the difference between a sticker and a coupon!! DUH!!) ME: "NO, I mean voting stickers. I JUST voted, and now I'm here to get my free sandwiches." LADY: "Hold on, I am going to have to get my manager" At this point, I was STILL thinking that the employee was again CLEARLY the one uninformed on the whole situation, and it would only be a matter of time before I received my FREE sandwiches. Jackie was beginning to read between the lines though (I love my smart friends), and she prompted me to just ask if they were giving anything away for voting, instead of going through the whole scenario again with the manager. The manager got on the speaker, and said : "Maam, can I help you?" ME: "Are you giving anything away for voting today?" Silence. ..........ME: "Hello? We heard that you were giving out free sandwiches for voting" Manager : "That is INCORRECT information Maam" ME: "OOPS! Sorry!" We drove off WITHOUT ordering anything.</em></p><p><em>GEEZ, it's a GOOD thing someone didn't tell me Chevrolet was giving away cars for voting!! Can you imagine THAT conversation?? "I was told that if I voted......." Yeah that would be kind of funny! (Though now that I'm thinking about it, I'm sure Obamination wouldn't be above telling such a lie........I mean he's told so many thus far............)</em></p><p><em>Unfortunately the drama was not QUITE over for the day. We realized that we now HAD to bring lunch home, and so far we were empty handed since our journey for free items ended up being less than fruitless. (I still don't know if ANY of these companies were offering free things or not.......or if someone was just screwin' with us.....) Jackie wanted Sonic, so that's where we went. When the rollerskating waitress brought out our food, I rolled down my window to get it. I handed Jackie the bags of food, and I held on to the drink tray. While she was checking the bags, I turned my head to roll up the window. When I tried to turn back around, I almost snapped my neck off!!! I had rolled my hair up in the window!!!! My entire face crashed into the window, the drinks went flying, and I went numb trying to figure out what had just happened. I also lost an unmentionable amount of hair. </em></p><p><em>To say that we have laughed until our stomachs hurt today is the biggest understatement of the year!!! Voting day is my new favorite day of the year......or at least every four years. I can't wait until 2012 to do it all over again!! With Jackie of course!</em></p><p><em>How did your voting go today??? </em></p>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-22785338153106241962008-11-02T18:36:00.004-05:002008-11-02T22:01:24.249-05:00Catching up...<em>I'm back! I can't believe how crazy my life got at the end of this week. Carter was sick and this was just NOT a good week for that to happen. <strike>I wish he would have checked with MY schedule first before throwing a huge wrench in MY plans!!</strike> I felt so sorry for him I could barely stand it. He was pitiful. He had stayed home from school on Wednesday and on Thursday when he still wasn't feeling any better, Craig (yes Craig....remember I had PLANS....a.k.a other child had party at her school that I had to attend) took him to the doctor and found out he had a sinus infection. Contagious? NO! Back to school he went. That day. Back to MY plans!! Hee hee...JK!!!! (well, not about the school thing, he definitely went back, and not really about the plans thing, because I definitely resumed those, so maybe I wasn't kidding after all......) </em><br /><p><em>So every year we have a tradition at Halloween to have neighbors and a few friends over for dinner and we all go trick or treating together. This tradition started with our best friends the Dover's when Carter and Ethan were babies. We used to do it at their house but then they moved to a neighborhood with only seven houses, and we figured that <strike>Craig and Jeff</strike> the kids would be slightly disappointed with their bags of candy at the end of the night if they could only visit seven houses! So now Craig and I host the event every year. Well, this year I guess the WORD got out, and to my <strike>horror</strike> delight, we counted over sixty people in my house for dinner Friday night. There were people there that I had no idea who they were!! Now I love to throw a good party, and most people in my neighborhood have figured that out by now, but I will have to say that most of the time I at least KNOW the people that are at my house! That being said, the night was a BLAST and the children brought home an UNGODLY amount of candy <strike>that I have been eating for breakfast lunch and dinner since Friday</strike> that will be sent to Craig's work on Thursday after the "novelty" of it all has worn off, thus returning to our strict NO SUGAR rule in our home. (I know I know....I'm sooooo mean!) Our last guests left a little after midnight, and I was left with with an UNBELIEVABLY TRASHED house that took me five hours the next day to clean! There were candy wrappers in places that even I don't go............Next year I might have to hire security!! ha!ha!</em></p><p><em>Now on to the bad very disappointing news......I got NO pictures!! NONE! Well, at least compared to my normal standard of at least 100 per pose. I literally took a couple of pictures when they first put on their costumes, and then the <strike>mobs of people</strike> sweet neighbors started showing up, and I had to turn into the hostess with the mostess, forgetting completely about taking pictures!! So this is basically all I have! </em></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgweliGjNJI3ehjFwPvGdFuYmYi46wDJlz82K8Do7LpWxlyX8rsYSo5B31mnIsKWpZOVQ1j_An1oJgW73uBZGGaTVy5SgJzTiBjrAmGWmEy88Lrlr3pqEbWq5EKNj0k-GDzFNVkR4fCkE/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264211298353382402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgweliGjNJI3ehjFwPvGdFuYmYi46wDJlz82K8Do7LpWxlyX8rsYSo5B31mnIsKWpZOVQ1j_An1oJgW73uBZGGaTVy5SgJzTiBjrAmGWmEy88Lrlr3pqEbWq5EKNj0k-GDzFNVkR4fCkE/s400/Halloween+2008+015.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Star Wars was the going theme for Carter, Ethan, and Drew but they couldn't talk Ava into joining the force, so she decided on a punk pirate costume.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJfyP6q4IgtjlU3lWi94fPX7pgwIKeoSInYfMPF6zmUvp0J8M5EZTm1TruRr_8iMeuej8E1jNtXEpbi5HQU-D0fRDuOsajO0XV1wH3TJ-iYDy4VrxKnXHMaHrnhWLv5CD-69tym6jv5M/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264211284444858114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJfyP6q4IgtjlU3lWi94fPX7pgwIKeoSInYfMPF6zmUvp0J8M5EZTm1TruRr_8iMeuej8E1jNtXEpbi5HQU-D0fRDuOsajO0XV1wH3TJ-iYDy4VrxKnXHMaHrnhWLv5CD-69tym6jv5M/s400/Halloween+2008+016.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>May the force be with you!!</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDEpiVay0-frz6cIaPYtQ5DjZNhvels3divRt58tXVQig5M3MtYD4dquAuhDxioX5kpC_EpnZ2_t1WSIDz2KsUL7KYhj4zLoFYAXF8wtwCybkH2nAraVJijwvHrRFKzApPN_0XAg50cs/s1600-h/Craig's+39th+birthday+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209868542392034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDEpiVay0-frz6cIaPYtQ5DjZNhvels3divRt58tXVQig5M3MtYD4dquAuhDxioX5kpC_EpnZ2_t1WSIDz2KsUL7KYhj4zLoFYAXF8wtwCybkH2nAraVJijwvHrRFKzApPN_0XAg50cs/s400/Craig's+39th+birthday+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> Now let's move on to yesterday. November 1st. Craig's birthday. We went with the family to Craig's favorite BBQ restaurant Dreamland. I absolutely HATE the place because it's a "man's" place with a yucky atmosphere and in my opinion, yucky food (but I don't like BBQ, so I can't judge whether it is good or not). Unfortunately for Craig he can never convince me to go there with him, and so he only gets to have it at lunch when he is on that side of town. BOO me I know. BUT, on HIS birthday I made the exception! Very humble of me I think......(It really wasn't that bad.....)</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ReTeLo11Ajj7udO4KFEaZXJnqqHQlreguftUTES92qPQtGBBNVtKJRDIVu-C6SY5VR9ITDvTJ8iuSL73nMO5E-ozL3kUGHCvGn7vXDTLSqbbPdERt7ksIXGdD9h_3WnPgTsZtMIqqdw/s1600-h/Craig's+39th+birthday+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209863173408466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ReTeLo11Ajj7udO4KFEaZXJnqqHQlreguftUTES92qPQtGBBNVtKJRDIVu-C6SY5VR9ITDvTJ8iuSL73nMO5E-ozL3kUGHCvGn7vXDTLSqbbPdERt7ksIXGdD9h_3WnPgTsZtMIqqdw/s400/Craig's+39th+birthday+010.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>So here he is in front of his cake that the kids decorated for him BEFORE he knew I was taking pictures....</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rluSYQmwGaJxDkwzfnJO7wyPq_OCSIfCljLG1rZ44sbaYBQScY4Ih6jaMA8xTOmbgXE49NVue2ubDLPfmaWE1naoGUG9L7qz0UIAanIwqeBRPlBK0SvWzX3AdGxSGdbLWSE1-Vg6sZI/s1600-h/Craig's+39th+birthday+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209859087108098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rluSYQmwGaJxDkwzfnJO7wyPq_OCSIfCljLG1rZ44sbaYBQScY4Ih6jaMA8xTOmbgXE49NVue2ubDLPfmaWE1naoGUG9L7qz0UIAanIwqeBRPlBK0SvWzX3AdGxSGdbLWSE1-Vg6sZI/s400/Craig's+39th+birthday+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>....and here he is AFTER he realized I was taking his picture trying to be seductive thinking he was funny.........</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2ftGBaXBKC56D5r5DhO6WjqWE8J6m_QpYOUTRdpY91WkfiTebXZSw5v9GUvFkaEdGWoTbSNEPdGL4KYMBg0KedAw61XImhXY_zn7lQdEXFUqk8bN9s31tNxqrN0gWjDepGfTrKqV0Zs/s1600-h/Craig's+39th+birthday+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209853581231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2ftGBaXBKC56D5r5DhO6WjqWE8J6m_QpYOUTRdpY91WkfiTebXZSw5v9GUvFkaEdGWoTbSNEPdGL4KYMBg0KedAw61XImhXY_zn7lQdEXFUqk8bN9s31tNxqrN0gWjDepGfTrKqV0Zs/s400/Craig's+39th+birthday+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>.......and here he is just being himself......a complete nerd. BUT, I love my little nerd TONS!! Happy Birthday Craigo!</em><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_zsUJ6ZK2XZevk7ZLxrpeUBUO6EJKeeeMmNgp6bTaUN1sKrO0Qqeb22xKJ6DKJy-c-gdYuwjg0ElnodNNdQrHtxYb_axeapPM9dYges_l-UJggYpm24mdaCfsrljyfLIpS1pMkKsf40/s1600-h/Craig's+39th+birthday+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209873620293058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_zsUJ6ZK2XZevk7ZLxrpeUBUO6EJKeeeMmNgp6bTaUN1sKrO0Qqeb22xKJ6DKJy-c-gdYuwjg0ElnodNNdQrHtxYb_axeapPM9dYges_l-UJggYpm24mdaCfsrljyfLIpS1pMkKsf40/s400/Craig's+39th+birthday+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>This is where the two little cousins decided to celebrate the occasion....UNDER the table. On the gross nasty floor. Reading the newspaper to each other. CUTE. But DISGUSTING.</em></div><em></em></div><div></div><div><em></em><div><em><br /><br />Just a side note here..... I found out last night that HIPPO therapy actually has nothing to do with Hippos!! (not that I ever thought otherwise....oh no, not me!.......:) It is HORSE therapy! (And people WONDER why I walk around in a constant state of confusion........why in the name of ALL things good would you call horse therapy HIPPO therapy???)</em></div><em></em></div><div></div><div><em><br /><br />Okay, last but certainly not least, I received a comment from a MAN with his point of view on the whole "<a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-how-oh-how-can-i-count-reasons-for.html">white sock dress shoe</a>" post that I posted last week. I thought it was funny and therefore I am posting it......I wonder if there is really any truth to this????</em></div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;">Ladies!!! Ladies!! Ladies! May heaven help me and my fellow brothers not lynch me for what I am about to divulge... BUT. lets ponder on this for a bit, It's not that we can not be embarrassed.(I'm still in need of therapy for rough treatment at the hands of the feminine gender) Nor that we don't care :o) Really now the flower and candy industry are doing great because of our willingness and ability to humiliate and embarrass ourselves. Thank God for flower power and chocolate.(and let me take a moment to thank Melody @ slurping life & Stacy @ land of K. A.) for enlightening me on the value and benefit of chocolate. But I digress, It's really a lot like fishing!!Yes I said fishing. Really think about it.To catch the kind of fish you want, you have to use the proper bait..when Craig wants to catch you, white sports sock, dress shoes, church, (bait) wait a bit,,,,,,,,set the hook and reel you in.... (also known as pushing the right button)ROFL So you see Ladies,,,it's a matter of finding the right bait (or button) if you prefer. and waiting;;;; then setting the hook and reeling them in.....it's really rather exhilarating once you get the hang of it. Go forth Ladies and fish. (remember) Bait, Wait,Set the hook and reel them in.........Be ye fishers of men::::and may God have mercy on my soul... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Hmmmmm..........I'm thinking Craig could "CATCH" me with a trip to the Bahamas.........or a new vacuum......... but WHITE socks and DRESS shoes?? NAH!! He's Taunting.</span></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><br /><br />Oh and just one more thing. I promise! Speaking of Craig, he did <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping.html">this</a> again last night. Only this time there wasn't any toilet paper on the roll, and he kept spinning the thing around and around and around, until I was confident that he would have sat there all night spinning. I had to yell out his name about five times before he got OFF the toilet and returned to the bed. Still sleeping. I love my life.</em></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div></div></div></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-81433927296412264052008-11-01T23:22:00.003-04:002008-11-01T23:29:31.078-04:00Happy Halloween......late........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRR90CEO8xsxPqQ1YyZ5C7_2nxPk7hnS6MuUXSesLZQBXlu0XIMNhd8OxeP8_6oZ0M2euZ8oVe3m5Ehg54CkrW6NBiGHX5jhoaR9d-uUaQfTGAFO29D09c7BtFy2ycGsdvZ3K_ZoUi9Hg/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263895556035321442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRR90CEO8xsxPqQ1YyZ5C7_2nxPk7hnS6MuUXSesLZQBXlu0XIMNhd8OxeP8_6oZ0M2euZ8oVe3m5Ehg54CkrW6NBiGHX5jhoaR9d-uUaQfTGAFO29D09c7BtFy2ycGsdvZ3K_ZoUi9Hg/s400/Halloween+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Yes I have been MIA from the blog and bloggy world!! My week went haywire with Fall/Halloween parties, and Carter getting sick and missing school. Anyhoo, I will post more tomorrow....I just wanted to wish everyone a late happy Halloween and hopefully you had as much fun as we did!! (more on that tomorrow....!)</em><br /><em>Have a great Sunday!</em><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a></div>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-80054240498071869902008-10-29T15:36:00.003-04:002008-10-29T15:58:45.491-04:00I love long lost sisters!!!<em>I always knew that somewhere in this world I had an identical twin that has been mimicking my every move.......and TA DA! I was right! One of my sweet sweet bloggy friends found my long lost sista, and emailed me her latest diary entry! This story makes my <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops-i-did-it-again.html">heartworm meds </a>and <a href="http://heidizawisza.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-seriously.html">bat poop </a>stories seem like NUTHIN!! I MUST meet this woman......</em><br /><p><em><span style="color:#000066;">My night began as any other normal weeknight. Finish laundry, fix dinner, have a glass of wine, e-mail the grandkids. Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet before I go to bed' So I headed to the site of my demise 'the bathroom'. It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax...all you do is just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or whatever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss....how hard can it be?I mean, I'm not a genius, but I can follow directions and I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK !?!)<br /><br />So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other stuck together.Instead of rubbing them together, my genius 'kicks in' so I get out the hairdryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (Cold wax, 'Yeah right') I Lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. IT WORKS! :) O.K., so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't tooooo bad.I can do this, I say to myself with a proud smile. Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am SHE-RA, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of the smooth skin (Extraordinaire)!With my next strip I move north. I prep for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretch down to the inside of my butt cheek it was a long strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself.......RRRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPP!!!I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!! OH MY OH MY!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half of the Strip. CRAP!Another deep breath and RIPP!Everything is spinning and spotted with bright stars. I think I may pass out...M U S T S t a y C O n S c I O U S...... M U S t- S t a y......Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe ____ _______ ______ O.K..... Back to normal! I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!There is NO hair on it!!!Where is the hair???W H E R E I S T H E W A X ????? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip... IT'S NOT! I touch--- I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body,which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.I found the Hair... I found the WAX!!!Then I make the next BIG mistake....remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.Sealed shut!!! My butt is sealed shut!!! SEALED SHUT !@!#*! (not even air can get in there)! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself.P L E A S E-- PLEASE don't let me get the urge to poop! ....... 'My head may pop off!'What can I do to melt the wax? WHAT MELTS WAX? My brain is scrambling.HOT WATER!!! Hot water melts wax. I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub... Get in. I immerse the wax covered parts and the wax should just melt and then I can gently wipe it off, right? Yeah that will work!<br />WRONG!!!I get in the tub, the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water!!! Which, by the way........ doesn't melt cold wax!!!<br />So - now, I am stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!!!God bless my adult kids who had convinced me a few months ago to bring my cell phone everywhere, even to the bathroom!!!!I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter....'So my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub! There is a slight pause....she doesn't know any secret tricks for hair removal under water but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located. She says are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?' She is laughing out loud by now... I can hear her!!! There is no shame in her disregard for my pain ...she is rolling over with laughter.....I wait. I give her the run down and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!! Right!!! I say .. I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various possible solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor.N O T H I N G feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in cold wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub, in scalding hot water, and then -try dry shaving the sticky wax off!!! By now the brain is not working,dignity has taken a major hike and I am pretty sure I am going to need <br />'Post Traumatic Stress' counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me and then I finally see my saving grace...THE BOX.. .the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax!What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY--OH OH MOMMASITTA !!@*! The scream probably woke my husband and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's soooo painful, but I really don't care.It feels like an earthquake is forcing my flesh apart.IT WORKS!!! It works!!! I get a hearty congratulations from my friend and she hangs up laughing while trying to sound soulfully sincere. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair......THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.. ALL OF IT!!!So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.Next week I'm going to try hair color.......................................................</span></em></p><em>I am NORMAL!! I am NORMAL! I.AM.NORMAL!! My excitement right now is beyond me!</em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455176172161700296.post-24379515183925092192008-10-28T10:58:00.003-04:002008-10-28T11:11:10.402-04:00SEE? I'm NOT alone!!!<em>Ha! Ha! My best friend Lisa from Iowa just sent me this email.......She's going to KILL me for publishing it, but I am THRILLED to not be alone in this taunting game that our <strike>annoying ridiculous idiotic</strike> sweet loving adoring husbands think is sooooo funny!!! </em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000066;">............Jeff tries to annoy me the other way around. Wearing black socks with his tennis shoes. Completely nerdy!! Or even better, argyle socks with his white tennis shoes and his jogging/slicky pants. UGH!! We will be over to my mom's and he's sitting with his leg crossed, just like Craig in the picture, just waiting to see how long it takes me to "out him" and get ticked!! I hate to say it...but men are all alike!.............</span></em><br /><br /><p><em>Lisa, I feel your pain sista....I feel your pain. What can we do to embarrASS them? </em></p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/232/CD9CE40CBB8E6FEAA7181A21C29E1D74.png" /></a>Heidi Zawiszahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17762762772424332950noreply@blogger.com5