<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 03:48:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Family Life</title><description>thoughts and tips related to women at home</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-4741565661410454910</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-25T08:55:55.928-06:00</atom:updated><title>Quilt Festival</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SfIEEbL2jSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rTS0vb7d2mU/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325783196175650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SfIEEbL2jSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rTS0vb7d2mU/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm entering an online &lt;a href="http://parkcitygirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/quilt-festival-spring-2009.html"&gt;quilt festival&lt;/a&gt; and needed to choose a favorite quilt to post. This is my favorite because of what I learned while working on it. I recently finished this quilt for my youngest son. I started his quilt well over a year ago and put it down when life got crazy. A couple of months ago I pulled it out and my son saw it and since then has been puttin' on the pressure it finish it up for him. The funny thing is.............I really didn't think he cared so much about it. I had one of those "Ahhh Hhhhh!" moments when we had this conversation........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, if you have a really good week at school and can choose a Friday reward. What will it be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th grader who got summeritis back in January:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I know! finish my quilt maybe......?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;br /&gt;"That would be a good thing..........I'll work on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. I guess i was a little surprised at how much he wanted his quilt. Friday rewards are usually things like renting a movie, or your own box of your favorite cereal. Who knew how anxious my 10 year old was for a quilt made by his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As a girl of seven I had a grandmother who made quilts. On one of her visits my shyness was pushed aside when I opened my mouth and asked "Grandma, why haven't you made me a quilt? " Where did that come from? I'm sure I embarrassed my mother when this question just popped out of nowhere. To my little frame of a mind it was a deserved question that came straight from the heart. Missy and Wendy had quilts. Doll quilts. You know the one. The silhouetted pioneer girls with bonnets in pretty pastel calico prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time Grandma came to visit she had a quilt in her arms. Just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have her quilt. It is neatly folded and hangs on a ladder in my family room. My kids know not to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328337782568319378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SfIO-4VG-ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8RkmwhgWbLE/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memory had to come from a little nudge from my son. Now I have a quilt for all my kids in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you quilters......Thanks for your visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-4741565661410454910?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/04/quilt-festival.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SfIEEbL2jSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rTS0vb7d2mU/s72-c/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-8914551239010395532</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T17:55:17.608-06:00</atom:updated><title>the machine is in the shop</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvE2hn1yFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sPiefl4OxBs/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063825685825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvE2hn1yFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sPiefl4OxBs/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I cleaned my work space and took a little inventory on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvE12FxDSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ClXW2aRMMd4/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063814000184610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvE12FxDSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ClXW2aRMMd4/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is a girl to do when her machine is just not purring like a kitten? It's time for some TLC. Not only for the sewing machine, but for the work area itself. It is all too easy to ignore clutter and dust when there's inspiration in the works! Let's not interrupt progress for Pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvEOXdQRGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ppsy-H6jQac/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063135762302050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvEOXdQRGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ppsy-H6jQac/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my scrap bucket. Every morsel is tossed in the bucket. I learned some scrap management from &lt;a href="http://http//crazymomquilts.blogspot.com/2009/02/scrap-management.html"&gt;this quilter &lt;/a&gt;. I'm on step one. Filling the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvEOEWXJfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ar1rmtgtpBY/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063130633119218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvEOEWXJfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ar1rmtgtpBY/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These past few months I've been working on filling my bucket. I started with finishing up a couple of projects that have been sitting. Do you have any of those? I have lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvENmiYzJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HzdwoxLiYWE/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063122630495378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvENmiYzJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HzdwoxLiYWE/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like for example.... this one. This is my brick and brack quilt. I saw this quilt on the wall in the walmart fabric dept. My friend Donna use to work there and made a small version of this brick quilt done in black with soft rainbow colors. She gave me the website for the free pattern and I went to work on it. I had extra fabric so I made a baby size and gave it to Heather's baby when she was so sick in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC8RBTFRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HUmrlcUJbHM/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322061725285160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC8RBTFRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/HUmrlcUJbHM/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the top pieced forever ago and then last fall I machine quilted it with black thread. Every other stitch is invisible thread. I have a special program on my machine for this quilting. It makes it look hand fabulously quilted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC8A47V-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Vl1FbFdA8r0/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322061720955082722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC8A47V-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Vl1FbFdA8r0/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To complete this quilt all I needed to do was to sit down and hand stitch the binding on the back.  I really like this one so i guess i will keep it for myself. I think it will fit a twin bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC74M4qpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DnZ7rhCsaNA/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322061718622874258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC74M4qpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DnZ7rhCsaNA/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Mexican star wall hanging that I took to all my babysitting jobs in February. I hand quilted it while the babies were sleeping and tuned into daytime television. Like the "Bonny Hunt Show" at 2:00. That's a good naptime show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC7rO-s5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/9itX5UcCi3U/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322061715141997458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC7rO-s5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/9itX5UcCi3U/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a quilt club project. the curved corners look hard but they're really not. You just fold a square into a triangle and sew it over the top of your block, with the folded edge towards the center. After all your blocks are sewn together, turn up the folded edge in a curve and top stitch. It gives it a 3D look. I think I'll hang it in my bedroom. Or maybe on the red wall in the family room. I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC7RCoXLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NHTBCjBS-Ew/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322061708110879922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvC7RCoXLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NHTBCjBS-Ew/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother hand embroidered these fine pillows for Jeffrey's bed. This is her own art, by the way. Isn't my mom fabulous? These are just two of the many pillows she made for all her grandchildren. I gave her the scraps from the quilt top that I put together a couple of years ago to use as the border for the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAvAtxRfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5UJDmioFJF0/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059298546730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAvAtxRfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5UJDmioFJF0/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I fell in love with a quilt in the Pottery Barn Teen catalog and came up with my own version. It had big blocks in different sizes in three colors quilted in a jumbo double cross-hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAu5dAF8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/USpyF-m6L2Q/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059296597350338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAu5dAF8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/USpyF-m6L2Q/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this baby was on my machine for about a week and then another week of binding at night in front of the TV. Do you like the white binding? I do, but wish I made it a little wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAu3hezFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mSuVYE9aT2I/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059296079268946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAu3hezFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mSuVYE9aT2I/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back is flannel with a pieced center. I have a sham that's already to quilt and sew together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAul73sdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BFvPgdpRfT4/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059291358114258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAul73sdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BFvPgdpRfT4/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a ditto for Clark. Let's see if I can muster up more enthusiasm for number two. I have the top pieced. that's a start. Oh, and BTW, these photos was taken today, April 7th. Not Januray. Notice the white ground? That would be snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059310202880002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvAvsI0AAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PUybEwBYXVs/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jeffrey has been waiting for a long time for his quilt. Sweet Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_YVlESvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rZlbqVN7Omk/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057809498753778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_YVlESvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rZlbqVN7Omk/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you remember &lt;a href="http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-passion.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; I told you I would show you a little surprise that goes over the blocks. This is Amy Butler's free pattern that I got on her website. She calls it.....Charm..... and you can download a pattern &lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/products/free_patterns.php"&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope to have it quilted for Christmas. Maybe it will be a gift for someone special....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_YFq2VmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kN_ku_Sehfw/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057805228037730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_YFq2VmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kN_ku_Sehfw/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my mystery quilt that i did at my club. It's ready to quilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_X8YW4PI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Zn5o0V0YmoQ/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057802734559474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_X8YW4PI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Zn5o0V0YmoQ/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love the pattern and how it turned out. This will look nice in my family room. I love the orange in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_X7Ug_BI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DjkemKoUwF4/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057802450009106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_X7Ug_BI/AAAAAAAAAW0/DjkemKoUwF4/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this will be for Josie. It's called 4square fun. I did this in a class at my local quilt store. After it is quilted I will do a surprise around the edge. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_Xiec24I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OqA81PDTi4g/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057795780795266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu_Xiec24I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OqA81PDTi4g/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love the colors. This is a collection of Fabrics by Moda called "woodland bloom" by Lila Tueller. She's a fabulous Utah girl. It comes in pinks and greens too. I chose this color combo because Josie's color of wall in her room is this rockin deep turquoise. When you go down there, you feel like you are deep sea diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-MEtY66I/AAAAAAAAAWk/H4Z9E7RWSNo/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056499300199330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-MEtY66I/AAAAAAAAAWk/H4Z9E7RWSNo/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this out of "Hill Country Spring" charms. This is all I'm going to say about this project. Details later to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-Lmg9NRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PF7BOAUaLLQ/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056491194987794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-Lmg9NRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PF7BOAUaLLQ/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a stacked coins baby quilt made out of "Swanky" charms by Moda. I fell in love with this fast and easy pattern. It is so simple and dreamy for babies. I love the white in the background. You can find this pattern at the &lt;a href="http://www.modabakeshop.com/2009/02/stacked-coins-baby-quilt.html"&gt;Moda Bake Shop&lt;/a&gt;. I love this website. I found several fun quilt blogs through this site. there are so many talented quilters out there. I just steal their ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056491924923778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-LpO_JYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MlxgXzxQMgc/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The pink will be the back of the baby quilt and the blue will bind it. Who will be the next baby girl to be born in my acquaintance? Mothers, speak up now or forever hold your tongue. I will be making a boy version as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-LGRzwYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0OGVTPJVYXI/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056482541519234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-LGRzwYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0OGVTPJVYXI/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is "Fresh" by Moda and I love it because I think of summer when I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-K-1c5cI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UzwBoc06EiI/s1600-h/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056480543532482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/Sdu-K-1c5cI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UzwBoc06EiI/s400/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am piecing this wonder for Rachel. It is made out of "Fresh" charm packs and white quilters solids from Joann's. I was inspired by a pattern I found in a better homes and gardens magazine called "Quilts and More" spring 2009 issue. I've had too much fun with this one. I will have to show you the results when my machine comes home from the shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time.... happy sewing......or whatever you do in your spare seconds in the day or night. I'm sure you are fabulous in what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-8914551239010395532?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/04/machine-is-in-shop.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SdvE2hn1yFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/sPiefl4OxBs/s72-c/quilts+Mar-Apr+09+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-7729591523136375514</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T13:39:15.025-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thoughts and tips</category><title>Valentines Delivery</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SZcbWLEhwpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hV05zQ62SYU/s1600-h/red+elephant+valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302737153994900114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SZcbWLEhwpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hV05zQ62SYU/s400/red+elephant+valentine" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just this morning I was telling my oldest son about Valentines Day when I was a girl. Growing up in the 70's in Orem Utah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentines Night&lt;/span&gt; was soooo fun. Almost more fun than Halloween night. Whatever happened to delivering valentines and treats to your neighbors and friends after dark? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to school and made the traditional valentine mail boxes made of construction paper and doilies, slopped together with thick paste. I still remember the taste. Ah, come on, we all tried it at least once! The paste was too tempting! We would swap valentines and eat sticky things like cupcakes with pink frosting. then we would walk home in the snow and dump our loot on the living room floor and start sorting. There would be a pile of valentines from the girls and another pile from the boys. Most of these were ripped up because i was embarrassed of the thought of stinky boys giving me valentines. Then we would count them and between friends compare numbers. Tiffany would always get more than me for some reason. She was always one grade ahead of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more cookies and valentines would be prepared for nighttime delivery. this is when the real fun began. We would leave our pretty Valentines on the doorsteps of beloved friends, ring the bell and RUN! Once we were home again we would peek out our window and try to spy on our valentines. Later in the evening mischief would begin. The older boys would always do the string trick. We would open the door, bend down to pick up the valentine and it would mysteriously fly away. Hidden laughter in the shaking trees would reveal their presence ending in snow flying in a sudden dash. The darkness would keep everyone anonymous. After one of these pranks I would leave it up to Kimmy and Brad to answer the door for the rest of the night. Valentines was always a late night. Even on a school night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;consider yourself dingdongditched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-7729591523136375514?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SZcbWLEhwpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hV05zQ62SYU/s72-c/red+elephant+valentine' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-8380265353118271819</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T13:30:00.728-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thoughts and tips</category><title>Another Passion</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYtSX5LYNxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pOE7RtVWAj8/s1600-h/Feb09+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299419956970534674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYtSX5LYNxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pOE7RtVWAj8/s400/Feb09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rummaged through my box and found a collection of fabric that I bought over a year ago.  I think I will use it for a mystery quilt that I will be making at quilt club next month. But that's next month. remember, i have an itch and have to scratch! so i rummaged some more and discovered Christmas fabric that i purchased back in October. I thumbed through my patterns and searched online and within minutes came up with a project. Before I knew it i was slicing and at the same time ignoring dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning i began sewing blocks and rows and in a couple of hours my top was complete. Well, almost. It's kinda boring if you ask me.  There's something that goes on top. It's really cool and I'm excited about it. When it's done I will share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I know, Christmas is over. I really wanted to do something Valentine-ish but didn't have the right colors on hand. Maybe I'll start something pink and red right before Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's you're passion?   Wipe away those winter blues and get busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-8380265353118271819?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-passion.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYtSX5LYNxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pOE7RtVWAj8/s72-c/Feb09+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-1527733851752044110</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T18:49:53.510-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thoughts and tips</category><title>Passion</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYtLNkNuqGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SM7HbzD6dw4/s1600-h/fall08+562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299412082963163234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYtLNkNuqGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SM7HbzD6dw4/s400/fall08+562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My passionate husband made this birthday cake just for me. A very chocolaty cake. Chocolate is one of my passions. David isn't passionate about chocolate however. but he made it for me because he loves me. He is passionate about me, that is for sure, and many other things. One is a creative challenge. Anything that will stimulate his brain. Weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is passionate about something. Like my sis-in-law Venita. Her passion is thrift. My friend Linda's passion is Disneyland. My friend Michele's passion is her husband Todd and art. Just last weekend I discovered that my 7 year old niece Abby is passionate about avocados. Who knew? My daughter Josie is passionate about reading. So is my friend Jenn. Another friend, Pamela, is passionate about her Dogs and lavender. Lately my sis-in-law Aimee is passionate about getting an uninterrupted nights sleep. Heaven. My sister Kimmy and I have similar passions. But I don't think she is as passionate about chocolate as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday i had an itch for another passion of mine. I will tell you soon but I'll give you a hint. It involves a box of fabric and a free Amy Butler pattern that i found online! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-1527733851752044110?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/02/passion.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYtLNkNuqGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/SM7HbzD6dw4/s72-c/fall08+562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-4765922663322864501</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T17:08:23.590-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>A Treasure</title><description>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYTdKp9r-wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6BNUrSoRAkQ/s1600-h/Nov08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297602236827564802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYTdKp9r-wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6BNUrSoRAkQ/s400/Nov08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;just can't be a birthday without cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296832853347186674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYIhapJgt_I/AAAAAAAAATs/t2NMXtupup0/s400/Nov08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And with Grandma Judy living just around the bend, you can't have a birthday without a personalized cookie bouquet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYIf6QSRwpI/AAAAAAAAATk/ExlnmfFHQwg/s1600-h/Nov08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296831197405627026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYIf6QSRwpI/AAAAAAAAATk/ExlnmfFHQwg/s320/Nov08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebration Banner...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of course!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297601221411236338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYTcPjPkafI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7osalqBY364/s400/Nov08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Wait..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mini cupcakes for fine fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297599619152905362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYTaySXahJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gmnAUi80PdY/s400/Nov08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rachel's been waiting patiently all year for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rag dolly&lt;/span&gt; named Ann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that Grandma Judy stitched &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the grand girls received this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;birthday &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;13 Years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I received a Treasure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was on a girls night out.....a fine Italian Restaurant in downtown Milwaukee Wisconsin, lakeside. A Saturday night. Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sydney said, "You're not eating Jill"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"I'm having contractions, but I'm fine." I answered calmly. I wasn't fine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple more minutes into appetizers Irene said, "you're still not eating or drinking."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Before I knew it Sydney had the waitress boxing up our meal in a flash. We borrowed the house phone to call the daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All eyes were on our party as we stood up to exit in a hurry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The man sitting next to our table smiled and asked "Now, which one of you ladies is in labor?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Irene was only a couple of weeks behind me, calmly gestating, while my gestating was stirring havoc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sydney quickly ushered us out of the restaurant and into her red mini van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We beat daddy to the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All the nurses in the ER were just as confused as the diners at the restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Which mother will be admitted tonight honey?" the nurse asked us sweetly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I crawled into bed just as david came into my room. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Ready to have a baby tonight?" he asked as he walked to the bed and kissed my forehead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"This baby is ready" I answered as I looked up into his eyes wanting to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Standing just outside my door Syd and Irene waved goodbye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A couple of hours later Rachel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a beautiful round pink baby girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We were so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-4765922663322864501?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2009/01/treasure.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SYTdKp9r-wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/6BNUrSoRAkQ/s72-c/Nov08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-6483202202738033253</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T17:51:58.304-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thoughts and tips</category><title>What a girl can do.....</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SO5RXoYtqaI/AAAAAAAAARM/0jaIBkKqA6w/s1600-h/aug%26sept2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255227281607862690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SO5RXoYtqaI/AAAAAAAAARM/0jaIBkKqA6w/s400/aug%26sept2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; a teenaged boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;uplift&lt;br /&gt;teach&lt;br /&gt;motivate&lt;br /&gt;inspire&lt;br /&gt;bring happiness&lt;br /&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;create laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-6483202202738033253?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-girl-can-do.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SO5RXoYtqaI/AAAAAAAAARM/0jaIBkKqA6w/s72-c/aug%26sept2008+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-3430869880889145397</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T11:42:52.015-07:00</atom:updated><title>ultimate boy party</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272976833345736882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SS1gfhRv0LI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vQHU_w7A1U0/s400/fall08+584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My youngest child, my baby, turned 10 years old last week. To a child this age, birthdays cannot pass without flare. A big boom. A blast. A bon fire! Well, that is, according to Jeffrey. While mom was out of town doing girl things with sisters and friends, Jeffrey and dad were home doing guy things like.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;collecting wood in the canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chopping wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;eating steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SS1iCQbXJ5I/AAAAAAAAATE/zdcK9Tuwe9o/s1600-h/fall08+583.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272978529629710226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SS1iCQbXJ5I/AAAAAAAAATE/zdcK9Tuwe9o/s200/fall08+583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ditchin' school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;searching for bmx bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eating burgers and shakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;planning the ultimate boy party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's what I call quality time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I arrived home the party began. fire and apple pie...... friends and presents.... little smokies and marshmallows. the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-3430869880889145397?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultimate-boy-party.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SS1gfhRv0LI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vQHU_w7A1U0/s72-c/fall08+584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-5207968284383756144</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T22:57:04.762-07:00</atom:updated><title>They serve us in return for scraps</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SST526HC1kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Q4pRFqbfMN4/s1600-h/fall08+593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270612185637377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SST526HC1kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Q4pRFqbfMN4/s400/fall08+593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quiet while mom does the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has vanished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dishwasher humming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warm soapy water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one last bit of casserole for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Gus Gus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what a good helper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;"Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and faith and trust. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;They serve us in return for scraps.&lt;/span&gt; It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Roger Caras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-5207968284383756144?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-serve-us-in-return-for-scraps.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SST526HC1kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Q4pRFqbfMN4/s72-c/fall08+593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-8251828102754271420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T12:08:34.130-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stop this train</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265883416829857746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SRQtEVjDj9I/AAAAAAAAASk/Q7u6ZSiLDAI/s400/Train_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today I am 39.&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday I was 29, preparing to give birth to my last baby. Two days ago I was 19 and engaged to be married to the man of my dreams. The day before that I was 9, in the fourth grade adjusting to my new school and new home. And the day before that, I was born on my mother's 27th birthday. Tomorrow I will be 49. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Won't someone stop this train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month my dad will be 69. My grandmother will be 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;. His song sums up exactly how i feel these days. Time is traveling too fast for me. I'm a passenger sitting in a window seat watching life pass before my eyes in a fast motion. Life......please slow down. I love watching my kids learn and grow and experience new things. But at the same time i want to push the pause button, pull the brake, lock the door, stop feeding my children milk! I know that one day my children will be grown and out of the house. I remember my fasination with my first newborn baby in my arms. I wanted him to stay a baby. I called my mom and asked her if she misses her babies. She told me that she still has them, but in a different form. She said that the joy never ends as they grow and become adults, having babies of their own. I said "ok" and hung up the phone and had a good postpardom cry. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't stop this train. Don't for a minute change the place your in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; she seemed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;President Monson's&lt;/span&gt; talk on Finding Joy in the Journey. I really needed to hear his words and sweet reminders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"There is no tomorrow to remember if we don't do something today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The most important part of my day&lt;/span&gt; are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in that day. My husband and children, family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"My sincere prayer is that we my adapt to the changes in our lives, that we may realize what is most important, that we may express gratitude always and thus find joy in the journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what. I'm almost 40. I have so much to be grateful for. Everyday blessings fill my life. I have joy and love. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now i see i'm never going to stop this train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday MOM!! don't get any older....i don't want to celebrate without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-8251828102754271420?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-this-train.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SRQtEVjDj9I/AAAAAAAAASk/Q7u6ZSiLDAI/s72-c/Train_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-7349299881238063027</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T01:52:17.622-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNyLTaT2-XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kTBJ5xT0NRE/s1600-h/July+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250224431203547506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNyLTaT2-XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kTBJ5xT0NRE/s400/July+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Isaiah 55:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little reminder of His ways as I walk the path of this earthly life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Early summer we went hiking with friends just minutes from our home. There is a spring at the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the trail, cascading down with falls and beaver ponds. In late summer, wild raspberries grow all over. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fairytopia&lt;/span&gt;, a garden of e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;den&lt;/span&gt;, a little taste of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250230063493813826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNyQbQOgFkI/AAAAAAAAARE/UrJoJyC2KKw/s400/July+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250230058043346658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNyQa77AjuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pSo3eyqC1-g/s400/July+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;specially when you enter these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to the equation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just love His ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-7349299881238063027?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-my-thoughts-are-not-your-thoughts.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNyLTaT2-XI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kTBJ5xT0NRE/s72-c/July+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-5452971232852608951</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T16:42:54.742-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Tea Party</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNP0FYLjXGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_SQ4t66odv8/s1600-h/sept2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247806364044188770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNP0FYLjXGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_SQ4t66odv8/s400/sept2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Miss Wiscombe,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You are welcome to attend my evening tea tonight at approximately 5:00 pm. You may bring a guest if you wish. And we will be discussing the new book we will be reading this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS You are assigned to bring fresh flowers of your choice and a jar of mandarine oranges! Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sincerely, Miss Iroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247806372323665746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNP0F3BiJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/aCgQN0Q0LM0/s400/madi+%26+katie+july+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247806369259989426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNP0FrnGKbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/29mV7BmzSIw/s400/madi+%26+katie+july+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-5452971232852608951?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/tea-party.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNP0FYLjXGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_SQ4t66odv8/s72-c/sept2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-556681005167652376</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T08:00:01.218-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>The Best of Both Worlds</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNFgBmwG7LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pkxMLmkohZ8/s1600-h/ellie+and+gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247080621561801906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNFgBmwG7LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pkxMLmkohZ8/s400/ellie+and+gus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is approaching his 10th birthday. This fact just might take me over the edge if I think about it for too long. I won't think about it. I'll just walk across my street and down a narrow dirt road to Ellie's house and love on her when I feel the need to nuzzle up to &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;soft warm baby cheeks&lt;/span&gt;. Ellie lives with my brother, sister in law, and their other 5 children. They have another baby younger than Ellie. Don't get me started on her. She's for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dogs love to walk across the street too. Whenever they hear the happy voices in the distance they run over and play with the kids. Ellie and Gus Gus, my friendly golden retriever, have formed a special bond over the summer. Ellie finally came to her own 2 year old conclusions that there is no need to be afraid of the big walking carpet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;conclusion #1 he doesn't lick my face clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;conclusion#2 I am now as tall as Gus so we have eye contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;conclusion#3 he doesn't bark at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;conclusion#4 he has really soft warm cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So when Ellie and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;need our fix, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gus Gus and I come running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-556681005167652376?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-of-both-worlds.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SNFgBmwG7LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pkxMLmkohZ8/s72-c/ellie+and+gus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-5573359528444700681</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T07:58:06.921-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>thoughts and tips</category><title>Devil's Food</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SM_xvDpIpPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UvvPAu1r808/s1600-h/devil%27s+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246677881643902194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SM_xvDpIpPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UvvPAu1r808/s400/devil%27s+food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;It is not a sin to bake a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;cake &lt;/span&gt;on a Saturday afternoon. I wanted to rest on Sunday. Ok, I really wanted something yummy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. It is, however, a sin to bake a Devil's Food Cake. Especially if you are trying to loose pounds. We lapped up the batter like it was melted burnt almond fudge ice cream! This is my first attempt at Devil's Food. Key ingredient that makes it different than your average chocolate cake? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Not that chocolate cake is average) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Almond Extract &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give it a try. Just add a teaspoon of almond flavoring to your favorite chocolate cake recipe and go ahead and dance with the devil. Oh, I almost forgot! Add it to your frosting as well. Mine was the naughty butter cream! Shhhh. Don't tell anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-5573359528444700681?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/devils-food.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SM_xvDpIpPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UvvPAu1r808/s72-c/devil%27s+food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-8078145297146075931</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T12:40:44.356-06:00</atom:updated><title>Making Changes</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246313246371534226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SM6mGfZm1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KH-n-W6p0K8/s400/madi+%26+katie+july+2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading blogs has become a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ritual for me. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; reading about family, friends and others I don't even know. Ok, strangers. But after reading about people, I don't think of them as strangers, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;friends in the blogging world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; But a have a problem. I don't take the time to keep my blog updated, as my few readers know! I'm making changes that will help me be more involved in this world of blogging friends. I've decided to post &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and other &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; that I have in my head. This will give you a window into my head or what I'm up to today. My kids just might have a part in this as well....little do they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-8078145297146075931?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-changes.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SM6mGfZm1ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KH-n-W6p0K8/s72-c/madi+%26+katie+july+2008+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-8982175372986805205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T10:26:49.000-06:00</atom:updated><title>Rodeo Princesses and Wranglers</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH9yNOW9TRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uFvITa33s9Q/s1600-h/July+rodeo+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you live in a small town with horses, cowboys and rodeo princesses&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6E-LojRAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BERFFQePoI8/s1600-h/July+rodeo+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223758821605983234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6E-LojRAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BERFFQePoI8/s400/July+rodeo+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then you have to go the Fourth of July Rodeo. This beautiful princess is my little neighbor and friend KB. I just love her green pants. How does a rodeo princess smile and wave while staying on her horse like that? She is so pretty. And her horse is pretty too. I was lucky to get this photo because these girls were going sooo fast around the arena.&lt;br /&gt;I just love KB. She is so AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6RsrRBreI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zK-wmTa18lg/s1600-h/July+rodeo+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223772814510763490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6RsrRBreI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zK-wmTa18lg/s400/July+rodeo+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year we go to the rodeo. It's great to be with the country kin folk and pay tribute to our beloved country by standing, removing our cowboy hats, holding our hands over our hearts as our American flag is taking a turn around the arena. We sang along to the National Anthem and took our seats to watch the cowboys get thrashed by the bucking horses and bully bulls. We whoop and holler and get wild and crazy! Exciting things happen at the rodeo. Sad things happen at the rodeo. There are lots of wranglers and cowboy hats and cowboy boots at the rodeo. There is always a funny clown at the rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223827037249885266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH7DA2tcVFI/AAAAAAAAALw/WG9_NBM82Mg/s400/July+rodeo+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Josie and our neighbor friend Puny. She's not too sure of the calf roping. This is the sad part about the rodeo. She comes from a family who enjoys all creatures great and small. Her household has 408,234 animals from all kingdoms. They even have a marsupial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223828886709678466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH7EsgfBMYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Nug35oWoQlc/s400/July+rodeo+2008+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just last week the kids were born. Less than an hour old when photos were taken. Baby goats are so cute! BTW, these are not marsupials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824921124413474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH7BFrh0ICI/AAAAAAAAALg/Pf3RPPH5B3U/s400/July+rodeo+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Puny has been a local all her live long life and never goes to the rodeo because the cowboys do cruel things like this. ooohh, so sad! PS: She went tonight cuz we had an extra ticket cuz Clark broke his leg. We begged and pleaded and drug her to the rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223830057754160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH7Fwq9x6_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YZNHIpM4tsw/s400/July+rodeo+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then the cowboys in their wranglers set him free, sending the poor calf with a love pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6SJP00AzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pk4dR5Y5FVU/s1600-h/July+rodeo+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223773305360876338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6SJP00AzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pk4dR5Y5FVU/s400/July+rodeo+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Rodeo Queens are getting ready to chase the frightened calf back into the pen, all clear for the next calf in line to be chased, roped and tied up. Someone please explain to me why we all sit up in the bleachers and witness such carnage and call it entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223833476495890658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH7I3qxU2OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z5RQHAlB7II/s400/July+rodeo+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our niece Hannah Banana wants to be a Rodeo Princess when she grows up. I wonder if she understands the calf chasing thing?? Doesn't she look pretty in pink?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223844009182752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH7ScwFj7kI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n40pRv5oaWU/s400/July+rodeo+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jeffrey thinks calf roping is sad too. I might rethink the whole rodeo patriotic experience for next year. All creatures great and small should be treated as equals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie found another friend. hold on while I get her attention. I think their watching a cowboy hold on for dear life while riding a bull.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223774588927799106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6TT9fA70I/AAAAAAAAALA/Krsm7Mm5DLM/s400/July+rodeo+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223774226731788002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6S-4MwZuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ogXRQsPwsDI/s400/July+rodeo+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223773935449023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6St7FiJdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/amq_uQf6Kb8/s400/July+rodeo+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; oh hi! Josie didn't want to go to the rodeo this year. She told us that she isn't a rodeo person. It looks like she is turning into a rodeo person. See that smile? KK has a smile for us too! Of course the girls favorite event is the barrel racing. It was getting too dark to get photos of the fast cowgirls, however. Fireworks were the finale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-8982175372986805205?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/07/rodeo-princesses-and-wranglers.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SH6E-LojRAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BERFFQePoI8/s72-c/July+rodeo+2008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-56021581683528658</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T23:19:18.797-06:00</atom:updated><title>update on the invalid</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_A5kkLAeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JGJLlRzyAIo/s1600-h/July+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219602588446163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_A5kkLAeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JGJLlRzyAIo/s400/July+2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all who are wondering how Clark and his leg are doing, you can keep reading. If you would like to ask him in person, just come on over and you'll find him............oh yeah, planted in the exact location last time I checked.........on the sofa in our family room. As a mom of an active teenage boy, or any aged child, this small detail is kinda nice. I always know where Clark is at any given time. Sometimes he ventures off to exciting places like the bathroom..yee yee, or up the stairs to his room or bathroom to take a bath. We're happy that he does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WARNING!!!!!! Photos below might gross you out. Just a warning. Tuesday, July 1st we went down to SLC to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, Angelia cut off the splint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219610274743553442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_H4-QRjaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lb7eGkj9898/s400/July+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No, it didn't stink but Clark's dried blood was green. Uhew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219607190766196994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_FFdixmQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FxDXEq_fm1s/s400/July+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told you it was gross. But no, you didn't heed my words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is a long incision on the other side of leg where plate was put in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;Then they took Clark to the X-ray room. I stayed in the patient room and waited patiently. dootooodooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another WARNING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of the inside of his new leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219615649957695538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_Mx2fMUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ALwVdn-gU7c/s400/July+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Doc pulled this image up on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;And this is when Clark got ill and Angelia had to go get to oxygen tank (wasn't necessary), a cold rag, and 10 minutes to relax and take a deep breath. Kinda like how you are feeling now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then gave him a cool boot. It's actually hot and uncomfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219608274840753250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_GEkCSlGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wXTiDSxvGtE/s400/July+2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219611572579291458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_JEhEbUUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YSGPAuWj2YE/s400/July+2008+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219612290098474802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_JuSCVLzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PDbBQEwR6Wk/s400/July+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He can't put any pressure on leg for a couple of more weeks. We are going back on Tuesday to remove stitches. After the doctor experience we went and got yummy mexican drive thru and frozen custard and back home to the sofa. What is that around Clark's neck? Josie has been looming scarves and such while keeping Clark company in front of the ol' TV. We've been having a "Lost" fest this past week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-56021581683528658?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-on-invalid.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SG_A5kkLAeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JGJLlRzyAIo/s72-c/July+2008+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-3453351296810446073</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T14:26:44.479-06:00</atom:updated><title>Yellowstone Field Trip</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGVM4hThEqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f0pS0IPqvvY/s1600-h/May+June+2008+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216660277275202210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGVM4hThEqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f0pS0IPqvvY/s200/May+June+2008+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May 6th through May 10th, i was fortunate enough to go to Yellowstone National Park with 13 other fortunate kids in my 8th grade class. The end-of-the-year Yellowstone trip was something that I knew I had a good chance of being chosen to go, due to grades. But, i didn't really want to go, I'm really not an outdoorsy person. But, lucky for me, my mother 'inspired' me, or more like, 'convinced' me to go, telling me it was a good 'opportunity', so turned in my application. And, like expected, I got in. After packing, food, and winter clothing, I was on my way to Wyoming in a Le Bus, or a charter bus. In the mornings in Yellowstone were all very much the same. We woke up at 4:00 am, packed a breakfast and lunch, and climbed on the bus wearing snow pants, snow boots or hiking waterproof shoes, hats, heavy coats, sweaters, layers of other pants, layers of socks, and gloves. The reason for getting up at 4 in the morning, is because we were going to be animal sighting. We did sight animals. Like, wolves, bears, buffalo, birds, coyotes, deer, and elk. During the day, we would go on short and easy hikes to geological sites. Like, geysers, hot springs, rocks, minerals, and more rocks....Because of the weather, which was freezing, we did have to sight a lot of the animals and geological sites within our warm bus, which was OK with me. We got back to our Best Western hotel around 8:00, except for one day, we got back at 5:00 because the weather was so bad. On the last day, the day we went home, we went to a i-max movie called Yellowstone. It was good and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the first day of being on the trip, I was glad to be there, rather then in school. It was really fun, and probably the highlight of my 8th grade school year. The most fun parts of the trip were just being with friends. On the bus, and in the hotel, and in the park. Also, the teachers that took us were much better, and weirder, there then in their class rooms. All together, I thought it was very fun, and I would definitely go again, if I had the chance I would go again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216655472824716690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGVIg3VQjZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cMf2eze0tig/s200/May+June+2008+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216656645816004418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGVJlJELL0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UB2LWUr5yyU/s200/May+June+2008+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216659327513502738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGVMBPKrpBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3S2EXF5fGI/s200/May+June+2008+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-3453351296810446073?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellowstone-field-trip.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGVM4hThEqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f0pS0IPqvvY/s72-c/May+June+2008+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-6230330027063529223</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T11:24:29.368-06:00</atom:updated><title>Do you think it's broken?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUEECoCmbI/AAAAAAAAADM/-I2H6R7rDGM/s1600-h/May+June+2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216580210849388978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUEECoCmbI/AAAAAAAAADM/-I2H6R7rDGM/s200/May+June+2008+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clark's summer fun came to a screaching hault after a motorcycle accident Saturday night. A quick evening ride before dinner turned into a living nightmare for Clark and his dad after a freak incident with a stalled bike and out of control throttle. The two guys went for a dirt bike ride around 6 pm, just up the canyon, minutes from our home. As they were climbing a steep, rocky, narrow goat trail, Clark's bike stalled. David came up slowing behind to the right, accelerating to come up over a rock. Clark lost balance and swung his leg out in front of dad's tire, not realizing the bike was approaching. As David was trying to stop, the bikes fell and his throttle jammed into the side of the trail. The out of control bike swung around and the rear tire hit Clark's left leg. With his bike on top of him and dad's bike trying to eat him alive, Clark was trying to get away and dad was trying to release the throttle. While seconds seemed like an eternity, David was able to get to Clark and set his "L" bent lower leg into place before Clark realized where the extreme PAIN was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do you think it's broken?", wailed Clark between gasps of pain and agony. His dad could only reassure him that it was indeed broken while tearing his pants and making a very cool mountain man splint out of sticks and bike gloves. Luckily the bones didn't tear through the skin and so there wasn't any bleeding, only tire burns that were dicovered later on. After Clark was settled down and dad felt safe to leave him,(about 30 min.) David went down and found a man with a 4 wheeler. He came up and they put Clark on the 4 wheeler and slowly made their way down while David rode home to get the van. We quickly gathered water, ice, pillows and blankets and drove up and found Clark and the man on the 4-wheeler making their way down the highway. We stopped and got him in the van, went back home to get a few more things before heading to the hospital. David and Uncle Casey (my brother who live across the street) gave Clark a priesthood blessing, gave him pain meds, and drove down to Univ. of Utah Hospital. He was soooo happy to finally get there, hoping for some relief the pain and agony. He said the van ride was much more comfy than the 4-wheeler ride down off the mountain however. He felt his bo&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUNxSC8BFI/AAAAAAAAADU/bqpI5BxKdBo/s1600-h/May+June+2008+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216590883687498834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUNxSC8BFI/AAAAAAAAADU/bqpI5BxKdBo/s320/May+June+2008+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nes rattling and clicking as they bumped over rocks and gravely roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ER docs raved over the mountain man splint (displayed on our fireplace mantle for all to see)and told Clark he was very tough and brave and all those guy things. They gave him drugs, took x-rays, wrapped a splint cast and told us he needed surgery. He was admitted and went in for surgery on Sunday at 11:45 am. At 2:30 the Doc came out and said everything went well. Clark came out of recovery at 4:45pm and was doing well. We got him settled and later the nurse came in and asked if Clark has had anything to eat or drink? He told us the doc is thinking of going in for another surgery. Clark was so out of it that he didn't have a response so I was under the impression that he didn't understand what was going on. So we sat and waited for the doctor to come in and talk with us. I told Clark that he might have to have another go at surgery and he just looked at me and said he knew. He was so calm and didn't fret or complain, like I was feeling inside at the time. The doctor told us that after looking over the post surgery x-rays, he wasn't happy with the outcome and knew that Clark's leg was not straight, not perfect, like he had thought during the procedure. So we decided to go ahead with a second surgery. The docs plan was to go in put a plate on the fiblia and replace the rod in the tibia to do over. We scheduled the 2nd surgery for Monday at 3:30pm and he wasn't able to get in until 6:50pm. The doc came out at 10:45pm and reassured us that all is well and he was happy with the outcome. At 11:45 we saw Clark out of recovery, coming out of anethisia itchy and irritable and in pain. I think 2 consecutive days and 2 surgeries did him in. An hour later he was sleeping and we had a long night of crackers and sips of water inbetween sleep and nurses. The next morning he looked great, got up on crutches and Holly come to visit around 3pm making everything better. We had the go ahead to leave and left at 7pm Tuesday night. As Clark reached the couch, reality sunk in and knew he was in it for the long haul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216606420208047538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUb5oGF1bI/AAAAAAAAADk/i7UnXYsBiK4/s400/May+June+2008+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;OUCH!! What a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216603971774024194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUZrG97igI/AAAAAAAAADc/BexPq2UCN7E/s400/May+June+2008+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm stuck here all summer, auggggh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for all of your phone calls, prayers, visits, meals, etc. and concern for Clark. Last night Granddad Ken and Grandma Judy brought over Alfred Hitchcock's "Rear Window" DVD. Kids, if you think you have a "I'm Bored" moment this summer, think of Clark on the couch. Then you might think twice and go outside and run and play. Clark tells us that he keeps thinking of "leg things" that he can't do. I tell him to think of all the things he can do while he sits. He can play the guitar, read, draw, watch TV, movies, YouTube, etc. His appetite is poor and the only thing that tastes good is ice cream. So if you feel like watching a movie and eating ice cream come on over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are blessed and fortunate that Clark's injuries were not worse than they are. He's a tough and strong kid and will get through this. It is hard on parents to watch your child go through pain, surgery, etc. This being our first hand experience with trauma involving our kids, we now know how difficult it is. David was able to react fast and do all the right things to help Clark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-6230330027063529223?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-think-its-broken.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQXHw8o4C1E/SGUEECoCmbI/AAAAAAAAADM/-I2H6R7rDGM/s72-c/May+June+2008+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-1856435949007244373</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T16:22:04.418-06:00</atom:updated><title>Posting, just because.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   I (I as in Josie) am posting a post, because my grandmother wants me to--isn't that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Well anyway, my mom wants me to inform everyone that she just finished a quilt. Her mexican star wall quilt. It is actually pretty cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Rachel wants me to tell you that she is going to write a story that is going to make millions....well, she wants to anyway.&lt;/span&gt; And she also wants to make a home made volcano too. She had a school band concert the other night, and did good...she plays the Flute.&lt;br /&gt;   We &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have a ton of snow left, and im not sure if it is going to be gone by Easter. Everyone that lives up hear is pretty tired of the snow, but it is getting warmer everyday. Even though it snowed &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;   Jeffrey and Clark finally got there new room (my old room) painted and are now using it. Me and Rachel are in the dark basement....but we seem to enjoy it down there.&lt;br /&gt;   My mother is still a...watcha call it...a special needs teacher type person. I think she now knows again what it is like to be at school all day long. She has also been quilting, or sewing--whichever. She made my greek costume last week too.&lt;br /&gt;   My dad is still working, like usual.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm just doing school mostly, homework and school work. I also am in a school play...a greek one...im a muse, and i dead person.&lt;br /&gt;   Okay,well grandma now you can read this after your geniolgy (or however you spell it)...Aren't you proud of me for doing what you said! haha okay bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-1856435949007244373?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/03/posting-just-because.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-2595311891046260924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T00:11:45.794-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pomegranates are like Gold!</title><description>Where did we get all the Pomegranates? From Grandma and Grandpa's pasture in Logandale of course. Like the Wiscombes, we are also thankful for pomegranates. Thank you for the pomegranates! And thanks to Venita for picking them for us. I was just smart enough to go down to Logandale the same weekend as Venita and load up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made jelly with the ugly ones and the pretty ones were given as Christmas gifts to neighbors, teachers, and friends. They were a hit! Thank you thank you for the pomegranates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-2595311891046260924?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/01/pomegranates-are-like-gold.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-4284050427342722313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-18T17:14:06.300-07:00</atom:updated><title>It's a New Year 2008</title><description>It's January!  We all survived the holidays, Yeah!  I love January because I feel like a fresh, clean slate is before me.  I am motivated to begin the year with new goals and a brighter look for the year ahead of me.  I believe that positive attitudes and faith take me to another level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually start out a new year with big plans to not eat chocolate and run every day.  Don't we all?  This year I have big plans to enjoy life, my kids, my husband when I have him, and do things that make me happy.  I am happy when I am surrounded by my family and doing good things.  Good things might be cooking dinner or reading a good book instead.  Good things might be mopping the kichen floor or sewing on quilt.  Good things might be taking my dogs for a walk or taking a bubble bath.  Helping with Homework is a good thing.  So is going to work.  Watching my kids grow and appreciate life and all that it offers them is good.  Greeting David with a hello kiss after a long week away is good too.  Missing is good.  Love is good.  Hard times are good.  Letting go is good.  Holding on tight is good. &lt;br /&gt;All is good.  What's good to You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-4284050427342722313?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-year-2008.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195765921826516184.post-5315607946491421134</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T21:11:29.796-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Beginning</category><title>We have finally started!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know it has taken us a very long, long time to finally post stuff...sorry. But we did get to it didn't we even if we are dead last...? But we did, woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;By the way, this is Josie blogging this because no one in my family will do it...and I kinda "vollenteered" to do it. I will probably do most of the blogging on it, but Rachel, my sister, will do some....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;My mom made up the name if your wondering....i didn't. haha lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, everything is fun, here in Woodland. It is kind of...no really cold. We have a ton of snow, and it seems to never stop snowing!! Ahhh, the snow is annoying...sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7195765921826516184-5315607946491421134?l=irozinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://irozinc.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-have-finally-started.html</link><author>jwiroz@gmail.com (Jill)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>