tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746706437427129082023-07-18T23:23:24.170-07:00Anything but normal....The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-22202123326610165342009-01-23T10:42:00.000-08:002009-01-23T10:47:20.149-08:00Our new garbage disposal<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This hide-n-seek spot struck our funny bone!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS6DgF4TIGN8YpLoDsmGRSASlYBZm9mrJ357oEHpFT_LwB9BTlLC0ezQFDh1RoPwnLIC8yO5BTzS9Lir5KrV3lztuYQFXyCx7fsLP3S3pWRWQff-lWW1558L10zSPqNMm6w7RIjl9I2c/s1600-h/DSCF1969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS6DgF4TIGN8YpLoDsmGRSASlYBZm9mrJ357oEHpFT_LwB9BTlLC0ezQFDh1RoPwnLIC8yO5BTzS9Lir5KrV3lztuYQFXyCx7fsLP3S3pWRWQff-lWW1558L10zSPqNMm6w7RIjl9I2c/s400/DSCF1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294561640584482322" border="0" /></a>The new favorite game at our house lately is hide-n-seek. Maycie usually hides behind the couch or behind the shower curtain. It never takes long to find her anyway. <br /><br />This is how the game goes:<br /><br />Mom: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...ready or not, here I come. Maycie where are you?"<br /><br />Maycie: "Mommy, I'm in the shower."<br /><br />Mommy: "Maycie, I really can't find you."<br /><br />Maycie: "No, mommy, come look in the baffroom. Open the shower so I can scare you!"The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-9608306308858035742009-01-22T15:04:00.000-08:002009-01-22T15:17:26.975-08:00Buckle up, it's the law!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9JKhubERQ1S02DVYB1UCLEG0O1x3ZQYEUX9k5ugsHAWnAQcA7RvA6rZYyQ1JWHw51rZ0_Fr47K2x8PKww1g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Before</span></span> you call child services to turn us in for abuse...mute the sound...and listen to the giggles at the end!</span><br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-83637404819622675222009-01-20T18:53:00.001-08:002009-01-20T19:19:58.648-08:00Three minute Chocolate Mug CakeWarning: This is not for those who delight on counting calories or cringe at the thought of indulging themselves with a mound of chocolate deliciousness!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I have, like everyone else, decided that my New Year's resolution is to become healthier by exercising more and eating more nutritious...and if I happen to lose a few pounds on the way...YEAH!! Due to this, I have withdrawn from purchasing high calorie, sugar "treats"! It has worked, until now. Like all dieters, you come to a point where you would sell your soul for just one bite of something chewy, carmely, chocolately and creamy all in one bite. But, when you have nothing in your cupboards to suppress those urges, you find yourself in a state of chocolate depression. Rice cakes just aren't gonna cut it.<br /><br />My sister told me about her friend's blog. She posted 3 minute chocolate mug cake. You heard me....chocolate indulgence in just 3 minutes....well, more like 5, including the prep time.<br /><br />So, here it goes.......<br /><br />3 Minute Chocolate Mug Cake<br /><br />1 microwavable mug<br />4 tablespoons flour (not self-rising)<br />4 tablespoons sugar<br />2 tablespoons baking cocoa<br />1 egg<br />3 tablespoons milk<br />3 tablespoons oil<br />3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional...nuts too)<br />A small dash of vanilla extract<br /><br />Add dry ingredients in mug, mix well. Add egg, mix well. Then, add milk and oil. Once mixed thoroughly, add chocolate chips and vanilla. Place mug in microwave for 3 minutes. The cake will rise over top of mug, do not be alarmed. Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto plate. Drizzle chocolate or caramel syrup and whip cream or ice cream. ENJOY!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbo8RhJsm_MHQW_I28gFnt7v2sleuIU80Qdg5AWND20If14D_QZsKPRX4P1aF8LIph8AorJigbCWFo9ksWPKVNuxsHYXe3TqDl10wZ6m7DMQQNcwDbwI96B28dBiLbOUp3ExuZIu1cAc/s1600-h/DSCF1967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbo8RhJsm_MHQW_I28gFnt7v2sleuIU80Qdg5AWND20If14D_QZsKPRX4P1aF8LIph8AorJigbCWFo9ksWPKVNuxsHYXe3TqDl10wZ6m7DMQQNcwDbwI96B28dBiLbOUp3ExuZIu1cAc/s320/DSCF1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293581195133919298" border="0" /></a><br />I am a quick, cheap and easy type of gal. Let's face it...there are some things you should NEVER try!<br /><br /><br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-53431988500195852442009-01-19T08:33:00.001-08:002009-01-19T08:35:34.934-08:00Dr. Digital<div style="text-align: center;">Well, the results are in from my latest therapy session with Dr. Digital. You can view the results below.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-7d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1297036692704401021&site=widget-7d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692704401021&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-7d.slide.com/p1/1297036692704401021/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692704401021&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-7d.slide.com/p2/1297036692704401021/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1297036692704401021&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-7d.slide.com/p4/1297036692704401021/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br />I only share these results in hopes to help someone out there suffering from the same things I am! =)<br /><br />Happy Scrapping!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-61909831177119191502009-01-15T13:31:00.000-08:002009-01-15T13:44:32.851-08:00Generations of Art!<div style="text-align: center;">On my mother's side of the family, homemade bread is considered a form of art. It was one of those things I always thought, "I WISH I could!" Well, a few years ago, I tried. I have a Kitchen Aid and would quarter the recipe...because that is all the Kitchen Aid would hold. That made 2 loaves. So, I would slave in the kitchen for 3+ hours. You can't have hot bread come out of the oven and not have a slice, or two...okay...maybe even three. All that work...gone...and no bread to put in the cupboard to use for a later purpose. NOPE, not gonna do that again.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECZqM8qV7YJ5PifP9Uuvf0eVjs2J9b19W9lGJ4kQo48NTr8Gh7ptvZv6AL2oXamNH3SLdBPWGt_94D13flN1Dgq3g0gOsyL0hWgEJk1kEC1Mm_cgUMfanrV-jZ36CrotxNLV-zzHKl84/s1600-h/DSCF1896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECZqM8qV7YJ5PifP9Uuvf0eVjs2J9b19W9lGJ4kQo48NTr8Gh7ptvZv6AL2oXamNH3SLdBPWGt_94D13flN1Dgq3g0gOsyL0hWgEJk1kEC1Mm_cgUMfanrV-jZ36CrotxNLV-zzHKl84/s320/DSCF1896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291636876289477874" border="0" /></a>My parents gave me a Bosch machine for Christmas. I immediately came home, bought some bread flour, and went to work. I can now make 5-6 loaves of bread per batch. Two to eat out of the oven, 1 to store and 2 left to freeze. BEAUTIFUL!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIacb4YjxTiC1LectjPBQmo15QCb27lm3uBy4nGgZYI9I67ChPhTFtGMUlLCqgIK9pcIePr7nuKebYQLVmGDDIiwzceNtkbjHBtESTksnmla4oZWseQ5lwQV7dajSYM09tSCv2mQCF6Ww/s1600-h/DSCF1897.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIacb4YjxTiC1LectjPBQmo15QCb27lm3uBy4nGgZYI9I67ChPhTFtGMUlLCqgIK9pcIePr7nuKebYQLVmGDDIiwzceNtkbjHBtESTksnmla4oZWseQ5lwQV7dajSYM09tSCv2mQCF6Ww/s320/DSCF1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291636881859135058" border="0" /></a>Pretty, huh! Definitely an art! Betcha ya' you can smell it too!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcruY1tEhKzOfpDL2n1cKag4xRgzYkDzI3R32SfmzBJ1CbNVmAGEU0_GxkL5XmCrAqnpcPzZFVgCNShYU3uKLkFjyeYAYX2zvpwnbQOu7CYW2hcoJIKuqDJ9jciSDYgig4kXxfrgKo_64/s1600-h/DSCF1898.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcruY1tEhKzOfpDL2n1cKag4xRgzYkDzI3R32SfmzBJ1CbNVmAGEU0_GxkL5XmCrAqnpcPzZFVgCNShYU3uKLkFjyeYAYX2zvpwnbQOu7CYW2hcoJIKuqDJ9jciSDYgig4kXxfrgKo_64/s320/DSCF1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291636889623874738" border="0" /></a>Imagine this fresh bread, right from the oven with butter melted and topped with homemade strawberry jam! My mouth delights in every single bite!<br /><br />To my family, I am now an official member...Nan would be proud!!!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-77953924402110765132009-01-14T14:16:00.000-08:002009-01-14T14:24:07.944-08:00He shoots....<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwwkFeWE2OXKbCFMWNGQXhRPLscIKvLAi38_CSk9iNm5o-hOGUgWFz5Rlhoe4mIaTi8oRXTAzvPUo9Gj6MegA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />He scores!The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-11820103655855065572009-01-12T14:48:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:58:25.371-08:00January Blues....<div style="text-align: center;">What do you do when you have no money to spend, you've realized the MORE you clean your house the dirtier it gets, and it is FrEeZiNg cold outside....you scrap...and scrap...and then scrap some more!!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXEHqkLZ7ABMYqcCnJpdDTdc0396x9dZBzW9t1zMCO_OcfE_YyNp7xErDer7FoD6KLoJHXQf5OiRSGbd56GiK6z63JvKCG887Z6RanfMhRiwRR_LClSy_zsnhNErMTFWM5Q8yOtik78E/s1600-h/hand+in+hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXEHqkLZ7ABMYqcCnJpdDTdc0396x9dZBzW9t1zMCO_OcfE_YyNp7xErDer7FoD6KLoJHXQf5OiRSGbd56GiK6z63JvKCG887Z6RanfMhRiwRR_LClSy_zsnhNErMTFWM5Q8yOtik78E/s400/hand+in+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290543397418967794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0szQxwCwdHAeXoPhrhtnToYO5nDfN--ieYE82PLH70RUNBMiPDbW_h-gI9aEhTRiFir7zktDaNAFTXAZY_KkYewiuhA2jwRQdjbwKmMBTB8QKDlG1Q2iucFFkOkduxj9uqpMyJg9too/s1600-h/hand+in+hand2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0szQxwCwdHAeXoPhrhtnToYO5nDfN--ieYE82PLH70RUNBMiPDbW_h-gI9aEhTRiFir7zktDaNAFTXAZY_KkYewiuhA2jwRQdjbwKmMBTB8QKDlG1Q2iucFFkOkduxj9uqpMyJg9too/s400/hand+in+hand2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290543399683421058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE these pages. I do not take credit for the layout (I am a great scraplifter), but I do; however, take half credit for the adorable kids in the pictures. My husband gets the rest of the credit!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-81646376375955104882009-01-09T14:49:00.000-08:002009-01-09T15:05:40.773-08:00Can I get a Woo Woo!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1W9-H_JmcD7R8ILDaruiPD8SsgDDyBpOFgSftw5QMj0VHCZAHRgff6Nbo7xNodNXQjPbX7v_ZkVxus4fY1UIlET_mL85u-IyqbWxl2EgEoOVGHgzSx2YyOC-1bxQNLq6jpW_mfn5AXJQ/s1600-h/DSCF1796.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1W9-H_JmcD7R8ILDaruiPD8SsgDDyBpOFgSftw5QMj0VHCZAHRgff6Nbo7xNodNXQjPbX7v_ZkVxus4fY1UIlET_mL85u-IyqbWxl2EgEoOVGHgzSx2YyOC-1bxQNLq6jpW_mfn5AXJQ/s320/DSCF1796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289431884560054642" border="0" /></a>He did it! It's official. My boy toy has graduated! We are so proud you! Our future is looking bright thanks to your hard work and sacrifice!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4h25RLFOlxe3qUdyZ5IwJrPmxW_ABDWIBsoFRp2_VXXVio8-4Dh_oTIYtDyJOJIOP6VmqyghFiAWZ8-wNGuuLaGwprf2yQqwr56qBzZG-FI2mtdUKeS7095T6QP2WYYd2S4UxXdm7ClQ/s1600-h/DSCF1798.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4h25RLFOlxe3qUdyZ5IwJrPmxW_ABDWIBsoFRp2_VXXVio8-4Dh_oTIYtDyJOJIOP6VmqyghFiAWZ8-wNGuuLaGwprf2yQqwr56qBzZG-FI2mtdUKeS7095T6QP2WYYd2S4UxXdm7ClQ/s320/DSCF1798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289431895176475170" border="0" /></a><br />I found it very thoughtful that when purchasing his graduation regalia at the BSU bookstore, they gave him a gift...a BSU Alumni mug! After the thousands of dollars in tuition, books, and parking passes, dealing with the grueling professors and spending countless hours on their campus and website, a mug is their way of saying thank you for your "donations"...are you FREAK'N kidding me. What is even more funny...inside the mug was coupons to use in the bookstore. They've received enough of our money! No, thanks! We'll pass! <br /><br />You deserve the stars, babe!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-44856916284245601212009-01-08T10:17:00.000-08:002009-01-08T10:25:19.366-08:00Almost always!I consider each of you fellow bloggers friends, so I am going to let you in on a funny little story. We were at a little party playing games. Maycie was sitting on my lap. I was starting to get the stomach pains from not...how do I say it nicely....releasing the gas that was trapped inside! I decided, for the comfort of MYSELF, I would just release a bit...well, that little bit...turned out to be a lot...and that "lot" was loud!<br /><br />Everybody stopped..."Maycie," I exclaimed, "say, excuse me!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MgSrxKP1El1wN1SFbdwbYS1WAD5onEHK5oJvXX02m_fRsxp3FqU63OFKfWky7PnaX9zd3B8KS_Po0CuvAQTlLLTzpcopwJ-lMe0GndiFhHmViznv9szCfQepLvjxyA6a0XhEvishAkY/s1600-h/DSCF1880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6MgSrxKP1El1wN1SFbdwbYS1WAD5onEHK5oJvXX02m_fRsxp3FqU63OFKfWky7PnaX9zd3B8KS_Po0CuvAQTlLLTzpcopwJ-lMe0GndiFhHmViznv9szCfQepLvjxyA6a0XhEvishAkY/s200/DSCF1880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288990487559216370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She looks up at me with all innocence, "No, mommy, I not. I not fart!"<br /><br />"It's okay, Maycie."<br /><br />"No, mommy, I not fart!"<br /><br />Okay, okay, okay...child! After all the "honesty" talks we've had, I am proud of you for being honest. But, can you just be ALMOST ALWAYS honest...just this once for me! You are blowing my cover!The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-73837250459671732822009-01-06T14:52:00.000-08:002009-01-06T15:09:11.601-08:00The race is so NOT on....<div style="text-align: center;">I have never had a need for speed. I am quite content just putting along and taking things slow and cautiously. Boy, was I in for a ride!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7EcJa6UOiDsxoZw2kldGJzSs45G7oU0YP3t8qFUoH48goFfzNnUwGo3szAqA3n_CX4c8QSTsWNhfPcAz9YRQI8mSizvH5JcIcG9rsbF153ZUVec6xNx0tWmuuzlK63wG9ClPsnHhHSg/s1600-h/DSCF1885.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7EcJa6UOiDsxoZw2kldGJzSs45G7oU0YP3t8qFUoH48goFfzNnUwGo3szAqA3n_CX4c8QSTsWNhfPcAz9YRQI8mSizvH5JcIcG9rsbF153ZUVec6xNx0tWmuuzlK63wG9ClPsnHhHSg/s400/DSCF1885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317783585281570" border="0" /></a><br />We hop on our brother-in-law's snow machines and start on the trail....hanging on for dear life. One minute goes by......made it! Two minutes goes by.....plop, bump, poof! I take a much UNANTICIPATED dive off the end and into the powder! I shake it off, trying to act cool and acting like it was no big deal, while inside I am screaming like a little girl. I don't want to get back on...but my lazy butt is not going to hike through 4 feet of snow back to the truck...keep in mind we had only been on the trail for 2 minutes (so we had maybe gone a couple miles)....but these machines can go 0 to 60 in about 20 seconds or so...and Conrad was trying to PROVE his racing skills to Frosty the Snowman or something.<br /><br />Okay, I can do this...put your big girl pants on! Hop back on....and off we go. Another minute goes by.....made it! Two more minutes go by and our snow machine decides to sink its bottom end in the plush powder...this is so not as fun as it looks! Five minutes into the fun afternoon ride and I have been thrown off and now we are stuck.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimylynlG5sneO0XYpV_7ArZt7q1GbMh3w8_GBGslUgOvCyCFssFu63509eMhMkZ8RuxUiARFoki0nSZ8oetfFlVDfM5KGuS1KqnPmJA8-oulImCynQItzCv7AJTWzNzISn8_Kl6Fiv04/s1600-h/DSCF1886.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimylynlG5sneO0XYpV_7ArZt7q1GbMh3w8_GBGslUgOvCyCFssFu63509eMhMkZ8RuxUiARFoki0nSZ8oetfFlVDfM5KGuS1KqnPmJA8-oulImCynQItzCv7AJTWzNzISn8_Kl6Fiv04/s400/DSCF1886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317786352551314" border="0" /></a>After a very rough start, it was actually fun. We rode into a cabin, went inside and had lunch. FUN! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKlqxB7jSICQT93xzDGbrpkgm7wtnP_JLK0-G6c8Rn3wDY-c_Z0zZf05wXVMd2j1pq6qEWz9PtIGAxAbRupNsWtqKrBl8zfucPGR0oM2IxAF0ldRkqu4irrAyYZRghZLzy2G_p9Hw9tk/s1600-h/DSCF1888.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKlqxB7jSICQT93xzDGbrpkgm7wtnP_JLK0-G6c8Rn3wDY-c_Z0zZf05wXVMd2j1pq6qEWz9PtIGAxAbRupNsWtqKrBl8zfucPGR0oM2IxAF0ldRkqu4irrAyYZRghZLzy2G_p9Hw9tk/s400/DSCF1888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317800063408834" border="0" /></a>We even managed to pull in front of the pack a bit with enough time to snatch a kiss or two!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhoL9JxxVXGYLvG31Lh4qCw8-gpNZQaz4n2BJPHLXbJEQEpgKHDkftc9HSFypNs_fJJsl1TVaQtE9Y8wKRyCRk5KfLq5cIHAzK6hy0g9iK83O6heNErbKcjF_9rSK-GtdhQT4gQ-aQH8/s1600-h/DSCF1887.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhoL9JxxVXGYLvG31Lh4qCw8-gpNZQaz4n2BJPHLXbJEQEpgKHDkftc9HSFypNs_fJJsl1TVaQtE9Y8wKRyCRk5KfLq5cIHAzK6hy0g9iK83O6heNErbKcjF_9rSK-GtdhQT4gQ-aQH8/s400/DSCF1887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288317796588754402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks, Nick, for helping us stay young!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-80047755865500101832009-01-05T11:40:00.001-08:002009-01-05T11:56:49.272-08:00Christmas on a dimeThis year for Christmas, Conrad and I decided our budget for each other would be significantly small...due to the fact that we are currently trying to purchase a home. Filling each other's stockings this year would have to be enough. I did the ordinary STUPID stuff...and, well, Conrad went above and beyond...as he always does....LOVE HIM! PLUS: he kept to the budget...love him double!!!<br /><br />We were at my parents' for the holidays, and ALL of Christmas Eve he was out in my dad's "tinker shop". I wasn't allowed to go out there. All day I thought to myself...what could he possibly be doing?<br /><br /><br />DRUM Roll please...............................................<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">TA DA! Merry Christmas to me!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKLWSMV-HhPr0h5h64ae_lvZdxeSf8XSgn26zUMSrlzU8TSPi5tIfbWk9HnNvUJ4q9Uawv1SVedfndenXm2cOXqEnSOX56rGl3SQxFDBxXFGo9I4pkoXuuBHKi5mqpv9UEQ2pqxg4RUM/s1600-h/DSCF1860.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKLWSMV-HhPr0h5h64ae_lvZdxeSf8XSgn26zUMSrlzU8TSPi5tIfbWk9HnNvUJ4q9Uawv1SVedfndenXm2cOXqEnSOX56rGl3SQxFDBxXFGo9I4pkoXuuBHKi5mqpv9UEQ2pqxg4RUM/s400/DSCF1860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287899731217033602" border="0" /></a>Using my dad's tools and a few supplies, he built me this frame. The back is tin, so I can just put some magnets on pictures and WaLa!!! <br />(It is super BIG too...the middle pic is an 8x10 and the other four are 5x7s)<br /><br /><br />Now, where to hang it.............hhhmmmm..................?<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-88378916080768381932009-01-04T11:40:00.000-08:002009-01-04T11:45:55.795-08:00Welcome to MY world!<div style="text-align: center;">Where my hero fire fighter....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDkdTOynefKqBGk6vQtCXuAzxfoTprBbWDPIldwR2RmDmEMH1nKMH564RaqOZvIhLdgCR_kjcErhmnKMdMwe0qL52EpvZkdMujzVr12MM2cSOe1OUy_szb_rfSNmQ9PtFgjYnALWxBi8/s1600-h/DSCF1719.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDkdTOynefKqBGk6vQtCXuAzxfoTprBbWDPIldwR2RmDmEMH1nKMH564RaqOZvIhLdgCR_kjcErhmnKMdMwe0qL52EpvZkdMujzVr12MM2cSOe1OUy_szb_rfSNmQ9PtFgjYnALWxBi8/s400/DSCF1719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526114295693314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...turns into a cross dressing tap dancer! (he loves the sound the shoes make on the kitchen floor)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HnewEbGWQLX-_Vsu07P9Ug2RbIHFlGP-3IsMcnamNw9wG2x8uW_nESY9sbL-Hk4P7EfFF7bIu5qLP69_AER7z_bpOwzS-eVRVWOqv3Ddoc6MNAd9NZM1a381VG_K3ds8vN6oUyhAE2g/s1600-h/DSCF1756.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HnewEbGWQLX-_Vsu07P9Ug2RbIHFlGP-3IsMcnamNw9wG2x8uW_nESY9sbL-Hk4P7EfFF7bIu5qLP69_AER7z_bpOwzS-eVRVWOqv3Ddoc6MNAd9NZM1a381VG_K3ds8vN6oUyhAE2g/s400/DSCF1756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526122912447090" border="0" /></a><br />And my character confused princess...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveMA4yeJ1K-uLvjt6CtNpcqkEDfrsvglPJ_s4qsVpUb1R1M_nJqJ1_sC84XuXSMLmsgULzYEjGkIZ95U5RaowrVlves7EmUQhLDuiih9Eavjln1brkyh7mVolkbZZ6sxcFQSDc9CN1eA/s1600-h/DSCF1750.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveMA4yeJ1K-uLvjt6CtNpcqkEDfrsvglPJ_s4qsVpUb1R1M_nJqJ1_sC84XuXSMLmsgULzYEjGkIZ95U5RaowrVlves7EmUQhLDuiih9Eavjln1brkyh7mVolkbZZ6sxcFQSDc9CN1eA/s400/DSCF1750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526119681648514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...turns into a tattoo'd, cleavage showing princess!!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7vtdQAt88C4-Ggw70r5nNa70equKK-gQI1Ady52P1bYO0_XMMznkfoDT6d_bQl7EOCWsTy0j6uk6U3ypQu1YqPkDHiUfrs82x4fUn5XdXjGIy4730QU8pP6NouU7drkoeua2BGfsdLw/s1600-h/DSCF1721.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7vtdQAt88C4-Ggw70r5nNa70equKK-gQI1Ady52P1bYO0_XMMznkfoDT6d_bQl7EOCWsTy0j6uk6U3ypQu1YqPkDHiUfrs82x4fUn5XdXjGIy4730QU8pP6NouU7drkoeua2BGfsdLw/s400/DSCF1721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287526119759725602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I LOVE MY JOB!!!!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-86997812931208607102008-12-20T20:13:00.000-08:002008-12-20T20:15:39.815-08:00From our family, to yours.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH3Iveadw1vnaLIbobM6jPmyKIdzZy_5V0gUQ0sx9b_3LSoLJMiH46XMMMI2M-KejxRiAMB2qXDTIZvzR3C47FWTP5itQv9OZTEELCVJ8teU9NgEsKuhCiep5EhlqqSP2qwuADStzLeE/s1600-h/anderson1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH3Iveadw1vnaLIbobM6jPmyKIdzZy_5V0gUQ0sx9b_3LSoLJMiH46XMMMI2M-KejxRiAMB2qXDTIZvzR3C47FWTP5itQv9OZTEELCVJ8teU9NgEsKuhCiep5EhlqqSP2qwuADStzLeE/s400/anderson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282091885212108402" border="0" /></a>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-82285313339538530852008-12-18T17:05:00.000-08:002008-12-18T17:08:40.755-08:00Super size me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJsN7M9CYezOMkW2A9N5vJd2wrEgevExHQ8wAyd7EFLd5NMI3IwG5Pj7STg9BeSk4yZGAIc_9UbUj2720kfIqrbLwYvl_a_6Bd1jnL_VxbFq6ccVSZwRET8mMwNqUsVwyiwtOIx3QuSo/s1600-h/tink.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJsN7M9CYezOMkW2A9N5vJd2wrEgevExHQ8wAyd7EFLd5NMI3IwG5Pj7STg9BeSk4yZGAIc_9UbUj2720kfIqrbLwYvl_a_6Bd1jnL_VxbFq6ccVSZwRET8mMwNqUsVwyiwtOIx3QuSo/s200/tink.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281301807300244754" border="0" /></a><br />Maycie with her Tinkerbell dress up clothes on: "Mommy, do want to play Tinkerbell dress up with me?"<br /><br />Mommy: "I don't have a Tinkerbell dress Maycie."<br /><br />Mayice: "Maybe when we go to the store we can get you a very really big, big, biggest, bigger one....."<br /><br />Okay, TIME OUT, she could have stopped at just plain "big"! Why all the adjectives!The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-1051551182275626272008-12-17T15:19:00.000-08:002008-12-17T15:21:34.455-08:00Attack of the Christmas Oreo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4H_YEh9YkwJeO0sBvcsCLxBzW6aqYaJp0qRbUWwFbGAwR2GnEXNMevdFpR-S2qArZAGhp7VqLGWpeIVk4zoVPg-B_3NKKn7QE9-u27Yyp6aX_pfxLUNtPYG_9oIpQwCP5H_13NtCJ1A/s1600-h/Oreo2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4H_YEh9YkwJeO0sBvcsCLxBzW6aqYaJp0qRbUWwFbGAwR2GnEXNMevdFpR-S2qArZAGhp7VqLGWpeIVk4zoVPg-B_3NKKn7QE9-u27Yyp6aX_pfxLUNtPYG_9oIpQwCP5H_13NtCJ1A/s400/Oreo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903048321665394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvqgRzjx22iHksxc49eWfzM7YTrpidXR6bgfCzdIo7FRuBNxt12Q95Kx1GeZZHo99eNYIWA7eG0r3Pmd_MJscx_T5Okmzoan9a4A2-BsoGi7v8t3nr9dq29PlVG1zCD4i4XSb-AF8NSE/s1600-h/Oreo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvqgRzjx22iHksxc49eWfzM7YTrpidXR6bgfCzdIo7FRuBNxt12Q95Kx1GeZZHo99eNYIWA7eG0r3Pmd_MJscx_T5Okmzoan9a4A2-BsoGi7v8t3nr9dq29PlVG1zCD4i4XSb-AF8NSE/s400/Oreo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903035401338306" border="0" /></a>Dude, the middle is the BEST part! Don't be wasting it like that!!!!<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-60842197907977743682008-12-10T14:10:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:35:54.601-08:00Smurf TurfAs we are nearing the date for Con's graduation, we have received multiple fliers in the mail of different "graduate" items to purchase. One of those being...graduation announcements! I don't think the announcements they try and sell (you know with the class motto, school logo, etc.) are lame, I just can't bring myself to pay the price they are charging. PLUS: I pride myself in being different. I didn't want to send out the regular, boring, announcements...so I had an idea. What about getting pictures on the blue turf and designing an invite using that. FAB! Now....how to we get on the famous and "coveted" blue turf. We sneak in!!!!<br /><br />We called our friends, Neal and Suzie, and they were going to help us snap a family picture or two. We pull up in front of where we were told we could "just sneak in". The door was locked! Of course!<br /><br />Conrad's reply to that: "Maybe we should try and talk to somebody who has authority and they will let us in."<br /><br />My reply to that, "Hhmm, yeah right!"<br /><br />Well, it turns out, Conrad did just that. A gentleman came and opened the door for us (this was on a different day...or our second...legal try) and I was able to snap the family pictures I was wanting. And not to mention, Jaxon was in blue heaven. He loves any sort of ball and sports. It was so cute to watch his little legs run across the turf.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWrIolfDAOfXOaHqyNT86fsoRJNr8TZvYtuuBEX6v-bdm6R3ZmKnQo-I_HiOTuTHYHczn6Y67rq08p38gEeuUv5ApV4vcNxp4I5Un4b60z0g4e8_7AA8FRHNVwM-jjXneYQnXqXUArhs/s1600-h/PB250299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWrIolfDAOfXOaHqyNT86fsoRJNr8TZvYtuuBEX6v-bdm6R3ZmKnQo-I_HiOTuTHYHczn6Y67rq08p38gEeuUv5ApV4vcNxp4I5Un4b60z0g4e8_7AA8FRHNVwM-jjXneYQnXqXUArhs/s400/PB250299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278290223593982962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZ4MR1NroRdh1iECQfjd0_Bf1mn89iQjVwl2Qh4mvrg6FBrx-UwbuvWzcxA9XXerCa1eoypVG63u0pl-OS5GD4TUrGd1VdKl9k5AyzsbqKolM39fx8uCXFXTK8E0IcbP351Hx4uZwdUQ/s1600-h/PB250285.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZ4MR1NroRdh1iECQfjd0_Bf1mn89iQjVwl2Qh4mvrg6FBrx-UwbuvWzcxA9XXerCa1eoypVG63u0pl-OS5GD4TUrGd1VdKl9k5AyzsbqKolM39fx8uCXFXTK8E0IcbP351Hx4uZwdUQ/s400/PB250285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289744129767042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgio0kQqWa0ouLlXnlChczNojX1Gb_WHPcfiX7S9gCoijCafomro5K7OWrXnp40T8dBOgYsgwFgnhwMvTkY_Q1d56ALJ2WTBr4ztLHpL_w0AjI8eW6Zx-GnKziklhVvUa6YYSCOOToZn-I/s1600-h/PB250270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgio0kQqWa0ouLlXnlChczNojX1Gb_WHPcfiX7S9gCoijCafomro5K7OWrXnp40T8dBOgYsgwFgnhwMvTkY_Q1d56ALJ2WTBr4ztLHpL_w0AjI8eW6Zx-GnKziklhVvUa6YYSCOOToZn-I/s400/PB250270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278289222724643890" border="0" /></a>He thinks this picture makes him look silly. I think it makes him look successful!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvaV-cQfgtM5fZt06WuRbmVkQfAKlPuZA1MrDZI7wFl_LKyZUTosxeOR1x7nhfjCie7OTMPnnmuYnJ_5W5M8dXd3ruYGW01FjqQKYt7BQNPKj18elGsDPYHQa6N-V2ZFmoxe-RtE8tZo/s1600-h/PB250283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvaV-cQfgtM5fZt06WuRbmVkQfAKlPuZA1MrDZI7wFl_LKyZUTosxeOR1x7nhfjCie7OTMPnnmuYnJ_5W5M8dXd3ruYGW01FjqQKYt7BQNPKj18elGsDPYHQa6N-V2ZFmoxe-RtE8tZo/s400/PB250283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278288553525605634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPO512n93KjYegLdtwoJaymufR58B_Vksmu5Ib2s6zXv_Mqfy0MT15qVAcKI52Uwb1JLqmlPk6Q4pk1nVosHmbq8qKJtibCD-gYm6i0RDKXQfIFxN2rI7eV__nb6ToR_PiQk8HFSD9O08/s1600-h/PB250233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPO512n93KjYegLdtwoJaymufR58B_Vksmu5Ib2s6zXv_Mqfy0MT15qVAcKI52Uwb1JLqmlPk6Q4pk1nVosHmbq8qKJtibCD-gYm6i0RDKXQfIFxN2rI7eV__nb6ToR_PiQk8HFSD9O08/s400/PB250233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278287950433327282" border="0" /></a>It was great...only bad part was that it was so super sunny and cold and so our eyes were watering.<br /></div>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-46787281425709381202008-12-06T11:32:00.000-08:002008-12-06T11:33:44.409-08:00Curious??I AM still here. I haven't forgotten about my fellow bloggers. I have just been engulfed in the sea of never ending "to do" lists. Can someone send me a life raft?The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-40548136528815645172008-11-23T13:56:00.001-08:002008-11-23T13:57:17.651-08:00Sadly, I can already relate....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUDxYlJ1h9pp2z1IQYNlygiwsfKhlrqrRIDPBD7Cm04sX2Bhv1tmx8ZgkAAj1UVsAiT1dCNeFhZD89Oy7cm5VCnHgqUz_a0DdSUcjfHEGV3EvxZD69qv1xi0lD4x7FI3CXLc1ATEi8TU/s1600-h/cooking.aspx"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUDxYlJ1h9pp2z1IQYNlygiwsfKhlrqrRIDPBD7Cm04sX2Bhv1tmx8ZgkAAj1UVsAiT1dCNeFhZD89Oy7cm5VCnHgqUz_a0DdSUcjfHEGV3EvxZD69qv1xi0lD4x7FI3CXLc1ATEi8TU/s400/cooking.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271975383484271058" border="0" /></a>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-50290955354584039762008-11-21T11:20:00.000-08:002008-11-21T11:26:39.983-08:00I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgko1bUt3trzvcigUpsEgHAWqa47OA4mH-eRrQzXanNSIweo5DMSRpPT5dVFEQD18kVzLD9UuLgrn_F_l4H4qfBLiMSMaaTFN-AJrDK1vpuzP_JSP_bt0lN4jcT0WrKsRHxDJ84qLCXUNI/s1600-h/products-cups.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgko1bUt3trzvcigUpsEgHAWqa47OA4mH-eRrQzXanNSIweo5DMSRpPT5dVFEQD18kVzLD9UuLgrn_F_l4H4qfBLiMSMaaTFN-AJrDK1vpuzP_JSP_bt0lN4jcT0WrKsRHxDJ84qLCXUNI/s320/products-cups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271193278866032370" border="0" /></a>I pulled out a shirt in Maycie's closet that she has never worn. It is pink with white polka dots on it. I got her dressed....rather...helped her get dressed and went on my mommy way. A few minutes later she comes to me all excited and doing her happy dance. If you have never seen the happy dance...I am so sorry. Maybe I'll video it and post it sometime.<br /><br />After the finale of the happy dance, she exclaims, "Mommy, my shirt has Dippin' Dots on it!"The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-91180816441673332302008-11-20T13:40:00.001-08:002008-11-20T13:41:14.276-08:00My secret plan....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwZLXupb2tmRrH2hZ_ThmDkrGt3l2L5F40B6Y4HeFQ4pxEPHzO-jsRYx2vdX4xpJPeamxfy5JiGKcJPYXxwgHNItR2bMlCIQXj4UI5IEc0wUgBbIsuM-gEPltVaGdBwLoSprYyaa7d9Y/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwZLXupb2tmRrH2hZ_ThmDkrGt3l2L5F40B6Y4HeFQ4pxEPHzO-jsRYx2vdX4xpJPeamxfy5JiGKcJPYXxwgHNItR2bMlCIQXj4UI5IEc0wUgBbIsuM-gEPltVaGdBwLoSprYyaa7d9Y/s400/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270857996046670642" border="0" /></a>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-71279109533081361852008-11-19T07:16:00.001-08:002008-11-19T07:16:47.042-08:00Gobble, Gobble<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-I96w_0cSEvn5SOxGhoPwTC1Nl_vXYucp2rMgq10gziHSIyhiPn-fB1nvuXP3_PvQYZvZzhDL6AKpRg-TimfHT9tGZmOloIfMqV-Ph5eF19FsuC3q8HFPN9RwJytUwi1_Ta-As79RNoY/s1600-h/turkey+day.aspx"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-I96w_0cSEvn5SOxGhoPwTC1Nl_vXYucp2rMgq10gziHSIyhiPn-fB1nvuXP3_PvQYZvZzhDL6AKpRg-TimfHT9tGZmOloIfMqV-Ph5eF19FsuC3q8HFPN9RwJytUwi1_Ta-As79RNoY/s400/turkey+day.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387776998406994" border="0" /></a>The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-6584377986772649802008-11-16T19:58:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:21:15.983-08:0010, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....I have been tagged. Name the top 10 reasons you love your child. I will say children...I would hate for one of them to think I have a favorite. This tag has come at a perfect time. A week after my 4 days away from them...and a new appreciation of being a mother and realizing that my "what I thought was a boring monotonous life" was actually a quite rewarding one. Here it goes:<br /><br />1- I LOVE making chocolate milk! "Mom, I need chocolate milk!" ,"Mom, I need chocolate milk!", "Mom, I need chocolate milk!", "Mom, I need chocolate milk!", "Mom, I need chocolate milk!"...you get the idea right...but now...we have a change of pace...."Mom, I need STRAWBERRY milk!"<br /><br />2- I LOVE picking up toys. I think kids do it on purpose. They wait until you put them away, thinking that it is a game, just to start over again.<br /><br />3- I LOVE the comforting, reaffirming words of my 3 1/2 year old princess. "Oh, mommy, you are a beautiful princess!" Who could have low self esteem after that!<br /><br />4-I LOVE the giggles of Maycie and Jaxon playing together...5...4...3...2...1...SCREAM....CRYING!!!! It always ends up that way; Jaxon is usually the winner!<br /><br />5- I LOVE the anticipation each of them get knowing it is getting closer for daddy to come home and then having them run up to him and give him hugs and kisses. Hey, hello, it's me over here, your mom...you know the one who makes you breakfast, lunch, dinner, and CHOCOLATE MILK, cleans your clothes, plays play dough, builds "towers" and forts...but who cares about her, right....DADDYS HOME!!!!<br /><br />6- I LOVE that Jaxon is learning to talk and hearing the funny cute words he tries to say...and having Miss Priss and Proper correct him...I was talking about Maycie people! =)<br /><br />7- I LOVE 8:30 pm. BEDTIME! Not because I am excited it is time for them to go to bed...well, actually, yeah I am! I love hearing Maycie say her prayers and reiterate EVERY night how much she loves her Nanny and Papa...forget MOM and DAD! (am I starting to sound bitter).<br /><br />8- I LOVE 8:30 am; having two little whispers and giggles, and then the snuggles I get during Dora the Explorer and Little Einsteins.<br /><br />9- I LOVE Maycie's imagination and how our living room becomes a swamp with alligators and we can only step on the pillows or else the alligators will bite our toes off. Or, how the laundry basket becomes the babies bed and our end table becomes Maycie's desk...like daddy's...where she does her homework.<br /><br />10- I LOVE Maycie and Jaxon for making me a mother and although I fall short in MANY areas, they still claim me as there "mommy!"<br /><br />I tag: Audrie, Chelsie, Angie F., Nicole Smart, and VictoriaThe Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-25557273174280138402008-11-14T10:26:00.000-08:002008-11-14T10:37:14.678-08:00Play dateAs I am going about my day, doing my daily chores I am not listening, but overhearing Maycie chatting on her princess cell phone. All of sudden I hear her right next to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovS_NZLOWrP-sobSpT-w0kTO2ko4GhLstSq45BHigeWHfF_isWmeZD3zH4-j0pHuC_nAP3gHJHjx0T35G7RZ4B9atq_Qek6qaNH5ZjoRnC8qvqwYXN721RG6Si-DGWb-Hp3Yxu08ISes/s1600-h/Meet-the-Robinsons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovS_NZLOWrP-sobSpT-w0kTO2ko4GhLstSq45BHigeWHfF_isWmeZD3zH4-j0pHuC_nAP3gHJHjx0T35G7RZ4B9atq_Qek6qaNH5ZjoRnC8qvqwYXN721RG6Si-DGWb-Hp3Yxu08ISes/s200/Meet-the-Robinsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268583935043121762" border="0" /></a><br />Maycie: "Hold on, I will ask her....Mom, can I go to Wilber's house?"<br />Mom: "Wilber? Who's Wilber?"<br />Maycie: "Wilber Meet the Robinson." (she thinks his middle name is "meet the")<br />Mom: "I don't think so, not today" as I laugh under my breath.<br />Maycie: in all seriousness, "Mom, his mommy said I can."<br /><br />I decided to play along:<br /><br />Mom: "Sure, how are you going to get there."<br />Maycie: "He will come get me in his magic ship."<br />Mom: " Okay, make sure you put your seat belt on for safety."<br />Maycie leaves, laughing, smiling and doing her happy dance..."Yes, Wilber, she said yes. Do you want to play................"<br /><br />And she left.........I wonder how her play date went!The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-31385341036172092402008-11-12T20:01:00.001-08:002008-11-12T20:08:28.224-08:00Worth it!Grandma wanted to take the kids for the weekend so we could celebrate our anniversary:<br /><br />Dinner at Texas Roadhouse without asking for booster seats: Worth it!<br /><br />Going to a movie and being able to watch the WHOLE movie: Worth it!<br /><br />Not having to be home by 8:30 for bedtime: Worth it!<br /><br />Not having to carry sippy cups of chocolate milk: Worth it!<br /><br />Being able to get ready in 20 minutes: Worth it!<br /><br />No fruit snacks, goldfish, raisins, mini mallows, or string cheese in purse: Worth it!<br /><br />No, "Mommy, I need...........!" Worth it!<br /><br />Sleeping in: Worth it!<br /><br />Attending ALL of church: Worth it!<br /><br />Cleaning the house and having it REMAIN clean: Worth it!<br /><br />.......SIGH!!!<br /><br />Not seeing them for four days and having them run up to you with arms open wide and giant smiles across there faces as they leap into your arms and embrace your neck: WORTH IT!!!!!The Anderson Clanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13140844121722610249noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174670643742712908.post-90217787753645312222008-11-07T07:09:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:29:01.512-08:00I wouldn't change a thing!<div style="text-align: center;">With tiny tears that glistened,<br />my eyes were fixed on you,<br />and thinking of the life we'd share,<br />we softly said, "I do."<br />Our hearts were knit together,<br />from the time that we first met,<br />and memories were gathered,<br />that we will never forget.<br />While daily living life with you,<br />you saw the real me,<br />and still chose acceptance,<br />a lifelong mystery.<br />With many happy days gone by,<br />and others when we cried.<br />Some days we'd share so endlessly,<br />while other days we'd hide.<br />With all the ups and downs we've had,<br />in learning to be friends,<br />I know in this heart of mine,<br />I'd marry you again!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Author unknown</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY BABE! I LOVE YOU!</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdihwrcLFrqOHNQQGIDiTJ_TOlT3g7H9ATk1UPcSEByF0MJ2nquOHCafVTiQlQ4FPQxEmCH3NKUxoZOgRbB_9alCZ2_KJbPKXtDZ_yRD7utzbswuMYKvQjrInKY6KoVKn_PcpmwZM2Vo/s1600-h/con38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdihwrcLFrqOHNQQGIDiTJ_TOlT3g7H9ATk1UPcSEByF0MJ2nquOHCafVTiQlQ4FPQxEmCH3NKUxoZOgRbB_9alCZ2_KJbPKXtDZ_yRD7utzbswuMYKvQjrInKY6KoVKn_PcpmwZM2Vo/s320/con38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265935558332407666" border="0" /></a>Soda Springs' Homecoming Junior year (we went to different high schools)...and...YES....we were high school sweet hearts!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEONYdxotPey1N7cIcMvvKAblUq_w72kmC9W3-gyL73NjSI17AncSCY1-FMqnUvdyidmETHsiKb5tyOTC5jp0svZJZb-0G9iCIAxiOuZbqQrEYC45k505YprbJnIWhOuEw53SH8jyc_p0/s1600-h/man60.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEONYdxotPey1N7cIcMvvKAblUq_w72kmC9W3-gyL73NjSI17AncSCY1-FMqnUvdyidmETHsiKb5tyOTC5jp0svZJZb-0G9iCIAxiOuZbqQrEYC45k505YprbJnIWhOuEw53SH8jyc_p0/s320/man60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265935967682250034" border="0" /></a>In front of my family's cabin on Bear Lake.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ893vr5kXR3NXGTxPe2kXBhIaKqj0HJgfNUFUtezsMq59Dl6rGirLb7dEEfSee5GiVdVG0djWrTi1mA1JZesUeQLa3fvjhppdKPONTA-PyhEAo1rUjL_FXz-1VGlKTXkWVskKd-FXUI/s1600-h/sc0292150a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ893vr5kXR3NXGTxPe2kXBhIaKqj0HJgfNUFUtezsMq59Dl6rGirLb7dEEfSee5GiVdVG0djWrTi1mA1JZesUeQLa3fvjhppdKPONTA-PyhEAo1rUjL_FXz-1VGlKTXkWVskKd-FXUI/s320/sc0292150a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265934869750345698" border="0" /></a>Soda Springs' Senior Prom<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ij-FpyFjMqF_b5bRt8SzTM8f-5ZPKDt3_Ak2tS4CpkaU1--sG8gtvxK3Spb6xi4wwMuTeDccPpKVUeZqxWbr7cka7NS1xhF1kdfL-LuqFvY4vn0p9-EonK0GuAqlCUf5R0GFZRviVBc/s1600-h/sc02926629.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgml7-vydDzKWq4LPSNt5hmXdS3EBJKwTcy5WUSrqVmLBUd9w1-VJYDbqdltrrXorUxtESdZPL3iSAjNIvtW9-byvbgqNVUG_DrpnZ58PkOeWhb5WHvxrg7uIsnh8CFgTkQ4LQXxLnVg/s320/sc031669b9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265935976118970578" border="0" /></a>Married in the Logan Temple on Nov. 7, 2003<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9-KYPWXoGA7vKw7pfkd0Ugj6iVeInEfP1v9htYx3p5mmdedUSwHMF2T4wt30Mb9q0NxSR16VoO7TrKPpEfTufHTMjV-C8nIkngdVP8EK74WjwkhV_lkl5VTKOpIaDUzb3HuxDUYa1P0/s1600-h/sc030b8647.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9-KYPWXoGA7vKw7pfkd0Ugj6iVeInEfP1v9htYx3p5mmdedUSwHMF2T4wt30Mb9q0NxSR16VoO7TrKPpEfTufHTMjV-C8nIkngdVP8EK74WjwkhV_lkl5VTKOpIaDUzb3HuxDUYa1P0/s320/sc030b8647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265935560358409570" border="0" /></a>Reception!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDu46jpHa8zwkBT6ftNhYXdvSaWeX4dZrlIwVptdPJV4OkmHGSYYJGbNtf7BwKsY5C4b1shx9Kg5OuvwYV3l36n9F3R-tSbzu08T00rmmkkzsHznqDYtXgu8lgCsgWXt2BLiAz6qcvXO4/s1600-h/sc030cc040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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