<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:37:59.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' with the Hess Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Mike, Diane and Danielle-

Established since 2002</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8874300694865835667</id><published>2012-01-22T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:14:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-Schooling...the New Frontier!</title><content type='html'>I posted this on my other blog "Angelswithdisabilities@blogspot.com". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that after 17 years of being my daughter's mother I would have learned by now that the rules of life change on a annual or a semi-annual or even on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; This is the case with my daughter. Since she has been home from the proctor-foster care experience, her anxiety has gotten worse.&amp;nbsp; Come to find out that for many, many years she has suffered with sensory integration.&amp;nbsp; This would definitely explain the need to always wear a pair of panty hose or two pairs of pants everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m-SQosm7W0/Txx30epLc8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/K0-_aGPiqec/s1600/home.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m-SQosm7W0/Txx30epLc8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/K0-_aGPiqec/s1600/home.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, trying to help her transition back into full time high school has been impossible.&amp;nbsp; She can not handle the large crowds and confusion that comes with all the kids walking to classes and all the conversations, she has sensory overload to where she has panic attacks. For over a week I could not get her up to go to school and her school psychologist suggested I keep her home and ask for hospital services.&amp;nbsp; That is where a teacher would come to our home to teach her the core classes.&amp;nbsp; Hence begins my battle with our school district.&amp;nbsp; Instead of them spending money for what my daughter needs and we were so close to the end of the semester, I picked up work from her teachers that Dani could complete at home, at her own pace and return to be graded.&amp;nbsp; And it was agreed upon to grade her only on the work she completed.&amp;nbsp; That worked out pretty good.&amp;nbsp; Dani was more relaxed, less anxiety attacks, but being home brought on a new set of problems...getting use to being home all the time with the realization that the TV would not be on all the time.&amp;nbsp; That part is still being worked on...anyway...during this time I discovered that the wrong IQ test was administered to her last year, which brought her IQ up in the mid 80's when her IQ for years and years have been in the low-mid 70's.&amp;nbsp; And the reason this was of major importance is that I was trying to get Dani into the LifeSkills class, less number of kids, less stress, etc.&amp;nbsp; But because of the results of the wrong test, my request had been denied.&amp;nbsp; Then after all the years of working closely with the special education department heads and teachers, I get this comment from one of the coordinators at the school district saying "What makes Dani so special now?"&amp;nbsp; After that comment I saw "RED"! Our school psychologist re administered the correct test to Dani which brought her IQ where it has been, and I could have taken this case further up the school board but by this time I am totally frazzled and exhausted.&amp;nbsp; So, here is what we decided to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially taken Dani out of school for her core classes, she does to go high school for two classes and they are to be fun classes.&amp;nbsp; Right now it's peer tutoring and art.&amp;nbsp; Then I am home-schooling her for the remainder of the year.&amp;nbsp; Ask me if I know what I am doing...oh heck no!&amp;nbsp; But it's mainly to decompress, step back from all the stress and focus on those things that are important to a kid like Dani.&amp;nbsp; My main focus will be in her reading skills and life skills.&amp;nbsp; Years ago, my husband and I had our own trucking company and we drove all over the United States while home-schooling Dani in our big-rig.&amp;nbsp; During that time her IQ was up in the 80's.&amp;nbsp; We had decided to have me stay home so Dani could go to school for the socialization but what I didn't know then that I know now is that her lack of social skills/ques is from the FASD not because of potential sheltering.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But the funny thing is that when she went back into the public school system, her IQ dropped down to the low-mid 70's.&amp;nbsp; I guess that would show that there is something wrong in the public school systems.&amp;nbsp; Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now since the rules have changed, my husband and I have our work cut out for us, but not so bad...this will be fun!&amp;nbsp; Danielle is one of those kids that learns from her environment not&amp;nbsp; books or lectures so we are excited to watch her blossom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-8874300694865835667?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8874300694865835667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-have-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8874300694865835667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8874300694865835667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-have-changed.html' title='Home-Schooling...the New Frontier!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_m-SQosm7W0/Txx30epLc8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/K0-_aGPiqec/s72-c/home.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-49293262962574745</id><published>2011-11-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:20:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Life At the End of the Rainbow...WARNING...LOTS OF PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't remember the last time I wrote a post, seems like forever...but there were several times that I did sit down, in front of my computer, my hands ready to start typing...when...instant fatigue would hit...BAM!&amp;nbsp; I am going to try to catch up as much as possible. First, to recap, Dani has been living at a proctor-foster home for the past 5 months. She is not in State's custody, we are still her parents.&amp;nbsp; It was mainly so that we as her parents could have a break, get more education under our belts because of her new diagnosis (FASD) and prepare for her to come home.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, she is coming home November 23rd, the day before Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IB8qnWFnvwc/TrMplDjryNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XxDzlDrlATM/s1600/Fall+2011+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IB8qnWFnvwc/TrMplDjryNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XxDzlDrlATM/s320/Fall+2011+001.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Dani-Girl!&amp;nbsp; Took her to 31 Flavors for a special treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXPrSqEHXWI/TrMpp7PwidI/AAAAAAAAAn4/F__0VzZp0F0/s1600/Fall+2011+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXPrSqEHXWI/TrMpp7PwidI/AAAAAAAAAn4/F__0VzZp0F0/s320/Fall+2011+005.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grandpa and Kamryn playing "Angry Birds" on Grandpa's phone! Who do you think is enjoying it more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xit01ZYriFw/TrMpztpWKLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pw_2wjdYAdk/s1600/Fall+2011+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xit01ZYriFw/TrMpztpWKLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pw_2wjdYAdk/s320/Fall+2011+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ashley and Manuel right after I picked them up from the airport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjgjYBCLErg/TrMqHMbkDZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HlUG2WVIhes/s1600/Fall+2011+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjgjYBCLErg/TrMqHMbkDZI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HlUG2WVIhes/s320/Fall+2011+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ready for that ride!&amp;nbsp; Let's Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life though has kept us pretty busy, with the classes, family therapy sessions, taking Dani to her appointments.&amp;nbsp; Other than that,&amp;nbsp; Mike and I have lead pretty boring life's.&amp;nbsp; But we have managed to have plenty of alone time, we've taken a few ATV rides, not as many as we would have liked this year (thank you Mother Nature).&amp;nbsp; We have just been exhausted.&amp;nbsp; We did manage to get a couple of&amp;nbsp; camping trips in and...that's about it.&amp;nbsp; One hard event happened a week ago...I was laid-off work, after close to four years.&amp;nbsp; The economy is hitting so hard to so many companies, mine was one of them.&amp;nbsp; But I am looking for something that I will be home for Dani more.&amp;nbsp; Keep us in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One highlight of the season was the visit we had from my daughter Ashley and her boyfriend Manuel.&amp;nbsp; They were here for a week and we enjoyed every minute they were with us.&amp;nbsp; We were able to carve out a day to show them some beautiful Utah mountains, went to Park City, of course the tour of Salt Lake.&amp;nbsp; But as always, their trip seemed so short.&amp;nbsp; Oh yea, after our ATV ride, we stopped into one of the dairy's Mike picks up milk from, the farmer was the one who gave us permission to ride on his property, we stopped to thank him but also got a lesson on milking the cows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7s_zXjRFgg/TrNdSkGmUPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CJNIz0ivblI/s1600/Fall+2011+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7s_zXjRFgg/TrNdSkGmUPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CJNIz0ivblI/s320/Fall+2011+031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the most beautiful paths we had been on this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pek-KLlwmaA/TrNelNMnKPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QZSI-XRhHUg/s1600/Fall+2011+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pek-KLlwmaA/TrNelNMnKPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/QZSI-XRhHUg/s320/Fall+2011+034.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and my eternal honey...oh yea and Grizzly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLvTPE58GWg/TrNfL4h9tDI/AAAAAAAAAog/iF9T-ENDXSI/s1600/Fall+2011+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLvTPE58GWg/TrNfL4h9tDI/AAAAAAAAAog/iF9T-ENDXSI/s320/Fall+2011+039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was at one of the dairy farms that Mike picks up from.&amp;nbsp; This gentleman was very kind to allow us to ride in his mountains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And while Ashley and Manuel were here, we had a big family breakfast at one of our favorite "eatery's", The Stagecoach.&amp;nbsp; After breakfast, all us girls with our self-designed witch's hats took the Frontrunner then Traks down to Gardner Village to roam around with all the witch's.&amp;nbsp; We had a great day, my granddaughters and daughter Danielle had their faces painted, nails painted...let's just say we were all tired by the end of the day.&amp;nbsp; The guys?&amp;nbsp; Mike, Manuel and Jason (they also had little Kamryn) went out to Corrine to do some manly stuff...shooting.&amp;nbsp; Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-fwHkHgpdw/TrNgR1Bz6fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yZw0hHXJ5-U/s1600/Fall+2011+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-fwHkHgpdw/TrNgR1Bz6fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/yZw0hHXJ5-U/s320/Fall+2011+011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a big BBQ with pumpkin carving in the backyard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1KpCwzLf1Y/TrNgiJ2J3nI/AAAAAAAAAow/liYeDIoKxAg/s1600/Fall+2011+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1KpCwzLf1Y/TrNgiJ2J3nI/AAAAAAAAAow/liYeDIoKxAg/s320/Fall+2011+044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just getting ready to leave for our date with the "Witch's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In-zj-5lM20/TrNgnICM9yI/AAAAAAAAAo4/66n2s1qEaiY/s1600/Fall+2011+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In-zj-5lM20/TrNgnICM9yI/AAAAAAAAAo4/66n2s1qEaiY/s320/Fall+2011+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kamryn wasn't sure what was going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohM7c23CCrg/TrNgx947YKI/AAAAAAAAApA/A2cXj3R-tEI/s1600/Fall+2011+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohM7c23CCrg/TrNgx947YKI/AAAAAAAAApA/A2cXj3R-tEI/s320/Fall+2011+056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Danielle had a dragon painted on her face...it looked great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnrKu32FEu8/TrNg4sszbPI/AAAAAAAAApI/2eqzbOuUhOs/s1600/Fall+2011+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnrKu32FEu8/TrNg4sszbPI/AAAAAAAAApI/2eqzbOuUhOs/s320/Fall+2011+058.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kaitlyn and Kyla...too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the Sunday before Ashley and Manuel went home, we spent the day down in Salt Lake.&amp;nbsp; We were able to take a wonderful tour of the Conference Center, learned a lot, and spent a while over at Temple Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH88Mujh9KM/TrNjA50a6yI/AAAAAAAAApQ/t7Bp7zHk25U/s1600/Fall+2011+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nH88Mujh9KM/TrNjA50a6yI/AAAAAAAAApQ/t7Bp7zHk25U/s320/Fall+2011+078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ashley and Manuel on top of the Conference Center!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs07DiW83Uc/TrNjBrkGP8I/AAAAAAAAApU/boaK7RRuwXA/s1600/Fall+2011+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xs07DiW83Uc/TrNjBrkGP8I/AAAAAAAAApU/boaK7RRuwXA/s320/Fall+2011+080.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ashley and ...mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KbhLnTYYww/TrNjKe57vtI/AAAAAAAAApg/uzYXyv3ifwY/s1600/Fall+2011+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KbhLnTYYww/TrNjKe57vtI/AAAAAAAAApg/uzYXyv3ifwY/s320/Fall+2011+081.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My iphone takes pretty good pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ts9Li92Rcc/TrNjO5Y7OtI/AAAAAAAAApo/bblQPc1caZM/s1600/Fall+2011+086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ts9Li92Rcc/TrNjO5Y7OtI/AAAAAAAAApo/bblQPc1caZM/s320/Fall+2011+086.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWHZuUkbsHo/TrNjTyhD9bI/AAAAAAAAApw/Z_NwRPnFbmY/s1600/Fall+2011+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UWHZuUkbsHo/TrNjTyhD9bI/AAAAAAAAApw/Z_NwRPnFbmY/s320/Fall+2011+087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next thing I knew it was time for them to go back home to California...bummer!&amp;nbsp; They made it home safely and life returned to normal.&amp;nbsp; Now Mike and I are getting ready for Dani to come home. We are excited about the transition though.&amp;nbsp; We know there will be lots of bumpy roads ahead but we're ready for them. Mike and I consider ourselves extremely blessed to have the family that we do and that includes our extended family members.&amp;nbsp; I just wish we could get together more so I could have a better opportunity to get to know everyone, especially my niece Emily and nephews Jake and Chris along with Dacia...can't wait to meet your sweet baby girl and to see Grandma Debbie and Grandpa Randy beam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love to you all!&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/4801543840375673846-49293262962574745?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/49293262962574745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-is-life-at-end-of-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/49293262962574745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/49293262962574745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-is-life-at-end-of-rainbow.html' title='There Is Life At the End of the Rainbow...WARNING...LOTS OF PICTURES!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IB8qnWFnvwc/TrMplDjryNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XxDzlDrlATM/s72-c/Fall+2011+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2802548555764059922</id><published>2011-08-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:10:27.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tt1Hg21xaU/Tj62iANx1sI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8esWFdaAS2s/s1600/Granddaughters%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tt1Hg21xaU/Tj62iANx1sI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8esWFdaAS2s/s320/Granddaughters%2B032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638144478804039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can we all say the word we all dread?  TERRIBLE!  That is how our vacation turned out this week!  Mike and I had been planning this camping trip for sometime, rest, relaxation, take many rides on the ATV, etc.  Didn't happen, the bugs were the worse this year than any other year, we couldn't really come out of the camper, bug repellent didn't help, it was terrible.  Brenna, Jason and daughters came up for a day and night, my poor granddaughters were eaten alive.  But with the kids we still had a good time.  Did find out that my youngest granddaughter, Kamryn, loved riding on the ATV, if it wasn't going a little faster, she wasn't hap&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-YBwtevA4Q/Tj62OxMl0QI/AAAAAAAAAms/Pw3PVf0eaQo/s1600/Granddaughters%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-YBwtevA4Q/Tj62OxMl0QI/AAAAAAAAAms/Pw3PVf0eaQo/s320/Granddaughters%2B024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638144148355010818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;py.  She would throw up her arms and laugh as we were driving.  Really cute!  We had made a couple of extra small purchases to make our camping a little more safer for the kids.  A fire pit with a protective screen on it so that no one could fall into an open pit, best purchase of the year, then because the bugs were so bad, I took a little trip down to Sportman's Wharehouse and bought one of those screened tents so we could eat, play games, etc &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpSAu0rVaFc/Tj623IqQeWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/l53I3-sCwf0/s1600/Granddaughters%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpSAu0rVaFc/Tj623IqQeWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/l53I3-sCwf0/s320/Granddaughters%2B033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638144841848224098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;without being bugged a lot.  After the family left, Mike and I took Dani's TV into that tent and relaxed, slept and I read my book.  That was real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best part of the trip, and I say this with all seriousness was, we had major rain storms, one right after another, we got at least 3 inches.  We had decided to leave a day early beca&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcE91jaAhqU/Tj636E_DfoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/z8eW0Qzqo4Q/s1600/Granddaughters%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcE91jaAhqU/Tj636E_DfoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/z8eW0Qzqo4Q/s320/Granddaughters%2B035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638145991912947330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use of the rain.  So we put on our ponchos, ran around the camp site, throwing things, literally, throwing things into our car/truck/camper.  I was able to get out with the ATV but because of the rain and Utah clay group, the camper and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hU3Vk_MueiI/Tj64hPvEkVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yu6YKv2Pubs/s1600/Granddaughters%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hU3Vk_MueiI/Tj64hPvEkVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/yu6YKv2Pubs/s320/Granddaughters%2B029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638146664813597010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike's truck got stuck real bad.  We came down the hill an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1uKnYldmd9o/Tj63KqQmvDI/AAAAAAAAAnE/NkAAQIfrdcE/s1600/Granddaughters%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d thankfully we were able to get a hold of Mike's brother, Don to go up with his diesel and pull us out.  But Mike and I were soaked, slipping and sliding in the mud, rain...that was fun to me.  Then the rest of the week we just piddled around the house, nothing too exciting.Saturday Mike went back to work and tomorrow (Monday) is my turn to return to the daily grind.  Can we say "Yahoo".  That was a sarcastic "Yahoo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-2802548555764059922?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2802548555764059922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2802548555764059922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2802548555764059922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-words.html' title='A Few Words...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tt1Hg21xaU/Tj62iANx1sI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8esWFdaAS2s/s72-c/Granddaughters%2B032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5888274547083845463</id><published>2011-06-21T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:08:49.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...My...Goodness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkUpQy87YVA/TgGFmVTs4BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2LR1MpRZgzg/s1600/Granddaughters%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkUpQy87YVA/TgGFmVTs4BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2LR1MpRZgzg/s320/Granddaughters%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620920703536390162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I should put a word in or two about what has been going on in our family.  This has been a very turbulent first six months of 2011.  So many things have happened, good things, not so good things and definitely not good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main things within our fami&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixnNeEXb7hw/TgGFItj22CI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PmLAAhldCe0/s1600/Granddaughters%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixnNeEXb7hw/TgGFItj22CI/AAAAAAAAAmU/PmLAAhldCe0/s320/Granddaughters%2B028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620920194650527778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ly circle...we somehow have survived!  But right now we are dealing with many challenges with our daughter Danielle.  I don't want to get into great details on this blog but if you are interested check out angelswithdisabilities.blogspot.com.  That will give all the details our little family unit is dealing with.  Mike and I have always known what a special spirit Dani is and what challenges she will face as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, my granddaughters are growing...like weeds!  And those three are always making me laugh o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk4G_zDkR4Q/TgGF48WOLpI/AAAAAAAAAmk/VeV2Mn2Mo0M/s1600/Granddaughters%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk4G_zDkR4Q/TgGF48WOLpI/AAAAAAAAAmk/VeV2Mn2Mo0M/s320/Granddaughters%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620921023253589650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne way or another.  Let's see, Kaitlyn is 7, Kyla 3 and Kamryn is close to 18months.  See how they've grown...to fast for grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wonderful husband has lost a total of 100lbs!!! He is looking good and feeling good.  The picture on this post was taken about 3 weeks ago right before he reached the 100lb mark.  I am so proud of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5888274547083845463?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5888274547083845463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/06/ohmygoodness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5888274547083845463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5888274547083845463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/06/ohmygoodness.html' title='Oh...My...Goodness!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pkUpQy87YVA/TgGFmVTs4BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2LR1MpRZgzg/s72-c/Granddaughters%2B026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6598592343640690777</id><published>2011-03-02T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:10:50.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJOR Catch-Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRm5hhhwja8/TW7n2qzYzpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fhAyQUL-X_M/s1600/mikes%2Bprogress%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRm5hhhwja8/TW7n2qzYzpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fhAyQUL-X_M/s320/mikes%2Bprogress%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579651914747399826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been so busy these past couple of weeks-months, work is stressful, getting home late, etc. So I will try to tell as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, Mike is doing wonderfully with his lap-band.  As of yesterday he has loss 70lbs.  Wow, I am so proud of him.  We had to go get him another suit because all his suits hung on him so bad, he looked like...well you get the picture.  He has learned real fast what he can and can not eat, had a couple of times that he over did it and suffered the consequences.  I am so proud of him.  But the most exciting news is...he got a new job!!!!  He left JBS Carriers today and starting tomorrow he will be working in Salt Lake and home EVERY NIGHT!!!.  Do you know how long I've been waiting for that?  We have both said we definitely need to learn how to live with each other since he has been gone so much for about 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani is doing great.  The girl who has been a bully to her has been transferred to another school (thank goodness).  She has been busy with school and church activities.  Her school studies, she has been doing so good.  But in high school the peer pressures are worse today than when Mike and I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday was our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp6RAgpksLk/TW7nAwLHebI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VYAhAaB8J7Y/s1600/Granddaughters%2B079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp6RAgpksLk/TW7nAwLHebI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VYAhAaB8J7Y/s320/Granddaughters%2B079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579650988476168626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;littlest granddaughter (Kamryn) one year birthday.  Where did that time go.  I can't believe a year has come and gone already.  She is now walking.  I just love watching little babies walk, reminds m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c0S740QWgZM/TW7osBCnwvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VAXfX8lwYjQ/s1600/mikes%2Bprogress%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e of baby deers walking for the first time.  Of course she really enjoyed her cake, and she ate it too.  I felt bad because the parents were going to deal with a major sugar rush.  I had to also include a picture of Kamryn eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, reminds me when her sisters &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o32WND_QZbk/TW7nk8dZM4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/4LLJSpicF8A/s1600/Granddaughters%2B087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o32WND_QZbk/TW7nk8dZM4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/4LLJSpicF8A/s320/Granddaughters%2B087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579651610249343874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also ate their first sandwiches. Kamryn is a happy baby, but like all babies she can be cranky.  I love the roll of "grandma"  I am blessed to be able to spend a lot of time with all three granddaughters.  I love the fact that when I come through the door, all three of them run to me screaming "Grandma" incl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHFTPqmy4Ps/TW7paHDBxPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A8OJ6CNOo0o/s1600/mikes%2Bprogress%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHFTPqmy4Ps/TW7paHDBxPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/A8OJ6CNOo0o/s320/mikes%2Bprogress%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579653623136240882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uding Kamryn...well she doesn't scream but she walks very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog I will update on the other two granddaughters.  This one was dedicated to Kamryn because of her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6598592343640690777?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6598592343640690777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/03/major-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6598592343640690777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6598592343640690777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/03/major-catch-up.html' title='MAJOR Catch-Up!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRm5hhhwja8/TW7n2qzYzpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fhAyQUL-X_M/s72-c/mikes%2Bprogress%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4894389184385913415</id><published>2011-01-17T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:15:26.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO PROUD of my husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTz1UIvRUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pDgBQWmsr_k/s1600/Fall%2BSeason%2B126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTz1UIvRUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pDgBQWmsr_k/s320/Fall%2BSeason%2B126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563339536973382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just have to brag a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTyMJW--DI/AAAAAAAAAkU/d4DOTZFGgao/s1600/Granddaughters%2B073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTyMJW--DI/AAAAAAAAAkU/d4DOTZFGgao/s320/Granddaughters%2B073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563337730194077746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd show some pictures of my husband's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTzcUOUdnI/AAAAAAAAAks/9DNUWYXJ-aI/s1600/Granddaughters%2B075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTzcUOUdnI/AAAAAAAAAks/9DNUWYXJ-aI/s320/Granddaughters%2B075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563339107500062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;transformation:  One of them was taken back last summer of 2010.  The other photos were just taken this past weekend because I wanted him to try on those same overalls for comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the fun of it he put on what we call his "skinny jeans" I think there are a size 48 from a 52-54.  WOW! Now can you see why I am so proud of him.  As of last week he has lost a total of 50lbs.  And of course I had to throw this picture in of us and our granddaughters.  We have one other granddaughter, her name is Ami but she wasn't able to be with us that night, this was after Christmas because my daughter was in California with her dad.  But here is a picture of my husband and our granddaughter Ami.   We cons&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTT0q0NiroI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dLDC2tx0nzU/s1600/Granddaughters%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTT0q0NiroI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dLDC2tx0nzU/s320/Granddaughters%2B025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563340456116530818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ider ourselves pretty blessed to have the family that we do and they are all granddaughters.  The only boy is our immediately family is our dog...Grizzly, w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTT0EIS8ldI/AAAAAAAAAk8/2nf-ZoUwZ18/s1600/Granddaughters%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTT0EIS8ldI/AAAAAAAAAk8/2nf-ZoUwZ18/s320/Granddaughters%2B057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563339791493010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTT2XCkwrFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VrPapucrvFo/s1600/Granddaughters%2B058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTT2XCkwrFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VrPapucrvFo/s320/Granddaughters%2B058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563342315397885010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hich you see is on Grandpa's lap.  This picture was taken on Christmas day when all the relatives on Mike's side came over for a wonderful luncheon (soup and rolls) along with Aunt Irene's  home made Cheese Cake.  Which Mike couldn't have any...bummer.  We did find out one other thing,  on my husbands birthday, in January, I had made a cake for him and he thought, no problem, he will just  chew the heck out of it.  Well, cake does not go down very easily for him so from now on...no more cake.  I'll have to eat it for him.  NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I have to throw in this picture of the two of us.  I am getting back the man I married close to 10 years ago.  I have to look at that smile and say to myself...that lap-band surgery was well worth every penny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-4894389184385913415?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4894389184385913415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-so-proud-of-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4894389184385913415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4894389184385913415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-so-proud-of-my-husband.html' title='I am SO PROUD of my husband!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TTTz1UIvRUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/pDgBQWmsr_k/s72-c/Fall%2BSeason%2B126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-3838659240745681580</id><published>2010-12-29T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:18:57.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas It Was!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TRvm3siPRhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5W7bBW4NxM4/s1600/Granddaughters%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TRvm3siPRhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5W7bBW4NxM4/s320/Granddaughters%2B036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556288409813599762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas found us together as a family.  Just two weeks ago, Mike is now the proud new owner of a lap-band, and he is doing so well.  Very proud of him.  So he had two weeks to recover from surgery and luckily that took us into Christmas.  And as of Sunday when he left, he had lost 35lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely a different Christmas, normally we as grandparents would have been over at our grandchildren's watching them open their gifts and having breakfast with our family, but this year they got the opportunity to travel to California so they could spend Christmas with their other grandpa.  I understand they are having a great time, but I sure did miss them and still do.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TRvpYVeQeOI/AAAAAAAAAic/GOzhghxBa5A/s1600/Granddaughters%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TRvpYVeQeOI/AAAAAAAAAic/GOzhghxBa5A/s320/Granddaughters%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556291169581824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This picture was taken on Christmas Eve before they left for California, the girls were watching a movie so intently but I had Kamryn's attention the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we spent Christmas day opening gifts and then I made homemade potato/cheese/broccoli soup, there were rolls and who ever wanted to, they could bring anything they want.  Uncle Don and Aunt Irene along with Sean came over and then there was Kyle and then Jared and Stephany (I hope I spelled her name right this time).  And the most important part was spending time with our newest granddaughter Ami. She is a doll and just so easy to love.  I hope in the new year we can spend more time with her.  Oh I can't forget my sweet mother in law coming over also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day came and went so fast for me because Mike had to go back to work by 5am Sunday morning.  It was wonderful having him home with me, he helped me in so many ways and took so much stress off of me, words can't express my appreciation to him.  But with him back on the road again, the loneliness settles in again but we are working on getting him home.  We are actively looking for a new job so he is home every night, so keep us in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the New Year approaches, I would like to wish everyone a great New Year and that all your dreams and endeavors come to life.  Just know I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-3838659240745681580?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/3838659240745681580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3838659240745681580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3838659240745681580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-it-was.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas It Was!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TRvm3siPRhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5W7bBW4NxM4/s72-c/Granddaughters%2B036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2015029007715694299</id><published>2010-11-20T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:15:01.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog!</title><content type='html'>For anyone who reads this blog, I have started a new one.  This one is about our journey, that is my husband Mike and I, of losing weight.  And it's just not about the conventional loosing weight.  It's about Mike going through Lap-Band and both of us working together to loose our weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called:   lap-bandandlovinit.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check it out and if you'd like, follow us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-2015029007715694299?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2015029007715694299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2015029007715694299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2015029007715694299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6864333537624455310</id><published>2010-11-15T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:12:31.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angel's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHl6mjbvbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kHvRfSzGbVM/s1600/kamryn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHl6mjbvbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kHvRfSzGbVM/s200/kamryn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539961811586760114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These little angels are my granddaughters.  I am so proud of each of them, for all they have accomplished and for what they will do in the future.  The little one on top is Kamryn, she is now 9 months old and the littlest of the three girls.  She shows no fear about trying something new and exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHl16Ty6UI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7fapawxHweA/s1600/Kyla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHl16Ty6UI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7fapawxHweA/s200/Kyla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539961730990532930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kyla.  She just turned 3 last week.  If any of my granddaughters can get me out of a foul mood it is this little one.  Her smile and laugh is infectious.  She is extremely polite and full of gratitude.  She is always saying "Thank you" for everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHlwRNhBFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xpfxa9kkYoA/s1600/Kaitlyn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHlwRNhBFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xpfxa9kkYoA/s200/Kaitlyn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539961634058994770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kaitlyn, she is 7 and the sportsman of the family.  She has just finished her third year of soccer and from what I understand mom is going to get her involved in ballet after the first of the year.  Grandma here is also going to start teaching the piano.  When ever she comes over to grandma's she is always playing my piano.  She has a natural ear for tones and melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHlpBU-qeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DZ8hJL1qMeQ/s1600/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHlpBU-qeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DZ8hJL1qMeQ/s200/DSC04125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539961509536246242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here are all three of my little angels and I do mean angels.  They have wonderful parents who take the time to teach, sit down on the floor and just "PLAY".  There is a lot of exploring, questions asked and answered.  There have been times I've gone over and Brenna is in the kitchen teaching colors or number with Kyla.  There is story time, reading is encouraged.  I love hearing the stories of mischief these girls get into and how sometimes mom and dad are frustrated, I just laugh because I went through the same thing as they did...I guess payback?  I love being a grandma and I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6864333537624455310?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6864333537624455310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-little-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6864333537624455310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6864333537624455310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-little-angels.html' title='My Little Angel&apos;s...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TOHl6mjbvbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kHvRfSzGbVM/s72-c/kamryn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5137606989131475002</id><published>2010-10-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:02:47.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Do the Time-Warp Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuUXJ-kpxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pKqtbVJ7hEE/s1600/Picture+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuUXJ-kpxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pKqtbVJ7hEE/s200/Picture+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533679692691056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of getting away from us as we get older.  The older I get...the more busy I am and it should be the other way around, I would think.  But we've been pretty busy, we've been through some tough times lately but things are smoothing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall always find Mike and I heading to our favorite trails up on Monte Cristo.  The trees are so beautiful with the changing colors.  Riding our ATV is one of our many favorite things to do.  We haven't been able to do it that much this year because of the economy and his job takes him away more than not, but we manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuUscRHdRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/brskLg7fUC8/s1600/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuUscRHdRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/brskLg7fUC8/s200/Picture+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533680058377925906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuWG1Z-UEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VXaFTT87Z4U/s1600/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuWG1Z-UEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VXaFTT87Z4U/s200/Picture+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533681611314188354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather turning colder, it's time to put our camper away and count down the days until spring comes upon us again, we always miss our camping/ATVing days when it's snowing.  I guess maybe we should get into snowmobiling. Nah...I'll stay with our ATV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, tomorrow night is Halloween, I am not a big fan of the holiday but I do love seeing my family dress up.  Last Friday night was our wards "Fall Social".  And here are my fairies...Kaitlyn (in the blue), Kyla (in the pink) and Kamryn of course in the stroller.  And my Danielle was called the "Nigh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuXq80ARcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DRkNUGm6Ly0/s1600/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuXq80ARcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/DRkNUGm6Ly0/s200/Picture+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533683331289335234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t Fairy".  I consider myself very lucky and blessed to have the family that I have.   With all the bomb threats, terrorism, etc. I don't want to take my family for granted and miss all the small oppo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuW2gRI93I/AAAAAAAAAfk/wVB2qz3c7TY/s1600/Picture+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuW2gRI93I/AAAAAAAAAfk/wVB2qz3c7TY/s200/Picture+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533682430273714034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rtunities to be with them.  We may never know when it will be our last moment here on earth with them.  I want them to know how much I love them and always will.  Nobody and nothing can take that away from me.  I am thankful to my Father in Heaven for blessing me with my daughters, and then my husband who I love with all my heart, just wish it didn't take so long to find each other, but we have each other now...like the song says from Sugarland "you and me baby we're stuck like glue"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5137606989131475002?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5137606989131475002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-do-time-warp-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5137606989131475002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5137606989131475002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-do-time-warp-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Do the Time-Warp Again!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TMuUXJ-kpxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/pKqtbVJ7hEE/s72-c/Picture+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4900521571987730648</id><published>2010-08-29T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:42:52.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqlg8AfiMI/AAAAAAAAAes/I_V9tqpn95k/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqlg8AfiMI/AAAAAAAAAes/I_V9tqpn95k/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510899079323814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I apologize from the bottom of my heart and soul, I have not had internet connection for a long time and boy did I miss it.  I went on strike again with Comcast with their huge pricing and finally canceled my cable and internet services.  Now I have Qwest internet and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last weekend when my wonderful husband was home, we went to a Raptor's baseball game.  I hadn't had so much fun in a long time.  I yelled and cheered with the best of them.  Dani and her friend Jake were also getting into the spirit of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqk7Cz5tMI/AAAAAAAAAek/hnBMVMTOefs/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqk7Cz5tMI/AAAAAAAAAek/hnBMVMTOefs/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510898428315022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I am not very good at taking pictures of me and Mike, Mike turns out good but I always look like I am learning way back with a huge neck.  Kind of embarrassing.  But I really enjoy spending time with my husband, miss him so much when he is gone for 2-3 weeks at a time.  So we spend as much time together doing something fun and cheap.  At least the baseball game was free with a coupon from McDonald's.  But it's the memories of a good time that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sweet granddaughter Kaitlyn took her first major plane trip...al&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqmMlr36yI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3EV2vYeISlc/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqmMlr36yI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3EV2vYeISlc/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510899829245995810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one...to Grandpa Santi's out in California.  She did great, ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqmlYNFCAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/uO3LD2qB94w/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqmlYNFCAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/uO3LD2qB94w/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510900255123900418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d a ball.  Grandpa Mike and I bought Kyla this huge Teddy Bear from Costco.  Kyla has it on her bed and sleeps on it, just like Dani did with her big Zebra.  But my other beautiful granddaughter Kamryn loved laying on her sisters Bear also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at these pictures and I am pretty sure some of you who read and follow my blog probably think I am obsessed with my family but you know what?  I am!  I would rather be obsessed with my family than other early things.  Because it's not the earthly things like my home, car, clothes, who I know that is going to get me with my family for all eternity, it's my relationship with no only first and foremost my Father in Heaven and Christ but then it's the relationships I have with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are going to come and go, friends will hurt you and family members will also but it is up to us to "Forgive and Forget", it's not up to Heavenly Father because he will forgive who he will, but it is commanded that we do it regardless.  I have to think of the lesson we had today in Gospel Doctrine about Job.  Regardless of what he went through, the loss of his family, his wealth, etc, he still praised God.  Can we do that?  So for my strength to get through my trials, my health problems, and anything that may come my way, I rely on the strength of God and then rely on my family.  My husband Mike is such a great example of strength is.  Can you imagine being out on the road for weeks at a time, away from your family?  He does it with the right spirit and I know he relies on Heavenly Father for him to get through the times alone, until he comes home.  It's hard, he hardly complains.  I think I do it enough for both of us.  But what an example he is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why my family is everything to me.  My question to you is this...what does your family mean to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-4900521571987730648?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4900521571987730648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4900521571987730648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4900521571987730648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/THqlg8AfiMI/AAAAAAAAAes/I_V9tqpn95k/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4779775988723775878</id><published>2010-07-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:09:10.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VyxXIpYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/HwGgWrKSP50/s1600/Fun+2010+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489137851566695810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VyxXIpYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/HwGgWrKSP50/s320/Fun+2010+478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beginning of the summer our family has had. First...Danielle went to California to visit her sister Ashley and from what I have heard...it was the bomb! From what was told to me, they went to the beach, Magic Mountain, went down to West Covina to visits our old home, hung out together. I know it was hard for Dani to come home because she really enjoyed being with her sister and visa versa.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VilTDRVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/C5gi3b6aG9w/s1600/Fun+2010+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489137573450433874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VilTDRVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/C5gi3b6aG9w/s320/Fun+2010+403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that weekend it was our 8th wedding anniversary along with Father's Day. Mike and I took our camper and ATV up to Hardware Ranch, outside of Logan (Cache Mountains) and spent 4 wonderful days together. We also had Uncle Don and Aunt Irene with us. The riding was great, the food was great and the company was great also. For a gift for Mike I had our talen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VN8ulIAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gEPooUU0BhM/s1600/Fun+2010+494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489137218962661378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VN8ulIAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/gEPooUU0BhM/s320/Fun+2010+494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ted son in law Mitch design and create a wonderful hoodie. Mike was so excited and pleased, it even brought a tear to his eyes. Of course the picture above is our Grizzly Bear who loves to ride on our ATV. We have a new speedometer system. If we are going fast enough that at least one ear is up it's about 20mph, if two ears are up and his beard is messed up...then we are going fast enough. He loves speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been pretty lucky the past few weekends, we've just left our camper up there in the mountains and we've gone back. Last Saturday I drove 51 miles on the ATV, when I got back to the camp ground I was in so much pain and suffered greatly the next day, my hands were so swollen, I couldn't move my rings around. As you all know I fight Fibromyalgia every day of my life and that fun was more than my body could handle...but I wouldn't change a thing! It was great! And we are doing it again this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1X5o4ghGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Fz-4_cOBJbU/s1600/Fun+2010+490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489140168573092962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1X5o4ghGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Fz-4_cOBJbU/s320/Fun+2010+490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Saturday, July 3rd, my little granddaughter is marching in her first parade with her Girl Scout troop. I am excited to see that and take pictures. And then after that it's back to the mountains. But it is also sort of a celebration or remembrance, haven't decided. Saturday marks the one year anniversary since my accident that I broke my ribs. Ouch! Let's don't replay that again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after this weekend I'll have more pictures but I have to put this picture in, it's my granddaughers with their new skirts. They were outside twirling and so happy, I love doing things like that for them.&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/4801543840375673846-4779775988723775878?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4779775988723775878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4779775988723775878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4779775988723775878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time To Catch Up!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TC1VyxXIpYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/HwGgWrKSP50/s72-c/Fun+2010+478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1277791320477405046</id><published>2010-06-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:00:16.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!  What's That Smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3t463vaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5yKN3jAer2k/s1600/Fun+2010+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481716064208797090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3t463vaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5yKN3jAer2k/s200/Fun+2010+316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3dHQaOgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YDmyRMx8XvA/s1600/Fun+2010+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481715775999457794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3dHQaOgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YDmyRMx8XvA/s200/Fun+2010+326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day at work, and I mean long, on the way home I kept going over in my mind what was in my freezer to make for dinner. There was the usual phone calls from Dani asking when I would be home and I gave the usual answer..."You'll see me when you see me". But when I walked into the house and deposited my shoes and belongings, Dani had me sit down on the couch, she gave me the Wii remote and said "Relax mom, I'm cooking dinner". My first thought was "oh, oh...what did she do now?" But I was wrong...she had a wonderful conversation with her brother Aaron during the day and feeling pretty good about herself. And I have to admit...dinner was VERY GOOD! She made her own rendition of Chicken Alfredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a big change in Dani ever since her relationship with her dad has improved and then this new fresh relationship with her brother. That big hole that was festering in her soul is healing. But we are still taking things one day at a time because this could be the "high" before the "low". Everything happens in cycles with these FASD kids, at least in the older group I've found. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3741dWHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jfC5TipOBxw/s1600/Fun+2010+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481716304704264306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3741dWHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jfC5TipOBxw/s200/Fun+2010+312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are spending sometime in the afternoon with my granddaughters (Dani's nieces) at "The Tree House" in Ogden. It's like a children's museum...but better. This is where Dani can let her teenage years melt away and be the kid that she tries so hard to contain. Makes me sad to see that because society dictates how a person should act, even with disabilities. So I am looking forward to letter her hair down, literally! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-1277791320477405046?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1277791320477405046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-long-day-at-work-and-i-mean-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1277791320477405046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1277791320477405046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-long-day-at-work-and-i-mean-long.html' title='WOW!  What&apos;s That Smell?'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TBL3t463vaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/5yKN3jAer2k/s72-c/Fun+2010+316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6039719398539426202</id><published>2010-06-04T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T06:32:09.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family...Thank you Aunt Debbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     I ran into a stranger as he passed by,"Oh excuse me please' was my reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "Please excuse me to; I wasn't waching for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were very polite this strange and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My daughter stood beside me very still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked her down."Move out of the way," I said with a frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She walked away, her little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the family you love, you seem to abuse".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll see some flowers there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the door...those are the flowers she picked for you.   She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;picked them herself; pink, yellow and blue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw the tears that filled her little eyes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By this time, I felt very small and now my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;began to fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I quietly went and knelt by her bed; "wake up little one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake up", I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smiled and said, "I found 'em out by the tree. I picked 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially the blue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said "Honey, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have yelled at you that way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said "Oh, Mom, that's okay I love you anyway".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said "Honey, I love you too, and I do love the flowers, especially the blue".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we work for could easily replace us in a matter of days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And come to think of it, if we pour ourselves more into work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;than into our own family, it would be unwise investment indeed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So what is behind the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do you know what the word FAMILY means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FAMILY = (F)ather (A)nd (M)other (I) (L)ove (Y)ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6039719398539426202?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6039719398539426202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/06/familythank-you-aunt-debbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6039719398539426202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6039719398539426202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/06/familythank-you-aunt-debbie.html' title='Family...Thank you Aunt Debbie!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2145417408249827494</id><published>2010-05-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:25:56.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Fun Begin!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMm8SnhCI/AAAAAAAAAao/9hEOhQzIBoE/s1600/Fun+2010+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476883591250543650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMm8SnhCI/AAAAAAAAAao/9hEOhQzIBoE/s200/Fun+2010+303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMeXAQF5I/AAAAAAAAAag/bfgHna6pXLk/s1600/Fun+2010+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476883443802445714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMeXAQF5I/AAAAAAAAAag/bfgHna6pXLk/s200/Fun+2010+288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMTrH6AOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UB8qdApZKCM/s1600/Fun+2010+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476883260224700642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMTrH6AOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/UB8qdApZKCM/s200/Fun+2010+285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun and wonderful day we had today. Our first trip out on our ATV's. There was Mike and I, Danielle and Shawn, Uncle Don and Aunt Irene along with our next door Paul. We went up to Ant Flats just underneath Monte Cristo. We had planned on driving the 14 miles to Hardware Ranch but we found a better route, purly by accident, but it was the best route we could find. Took us up around some of the prettiest mountains and views that our wonderful Mother Nature could offer. At some places it was pretty muddy, which makes Mike pretty happy. We headed back into town around 3pm and had a good meal at "Golden Corral". When we got back home we unpacked and Dani surprised me by washing my car. Bless her heart. But we all had a wonderful time, it was great seeing dad and daughter work together in harmony. Now we are enjoying a quite evening home watching "Up" and munching on M&amp;amp;M's.&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/4801543840375673846-2145417408249827494?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2145417408249827494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-fun-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2145417408249827494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2145417408249827494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let The Fun Begin!!!!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/TAHMm8SnhCI/AAAAAAAAAao/9hEOhQzIBoE/s72-c/Fun+2010+303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-7754118406356738698</id><published>2010-05-27T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:16:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From the Past...Or Are They Ghosts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S__CDFsDiyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZvcvGq8H0P0/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309030228167458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S__CDFsDiyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZvcvGq8H0P0/s200/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S__BzcYsTGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CguS7jR-ztI/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S__BmAcl7PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_ILzACTXUKY/s1600/child20726-110056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476308530604928242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S__BmAcl7PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_ILzACTXUKY/s320/child20726-110056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've discovered as I grow older, not that I mind it, I find that I am more well seasoned in age and wisdom, like a well used and worn dutch oven. In theory, a dutch oven cooks so much better after so many uses, not saying that I have been used or are being used, it's just a theory. It's like fine wine...it gets better with age...that's what I am saying. They say we learn from our past and our mistakes...I believe I have learned a lot, wishing I could go back in time to change a few decisions, rethink things, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One decision I regret and I will blog about because it affects my family directly. Back in 1994 my ex-husband's sister passed away who lived in Texas. He went down there before me and I soon after joined him. During that time in Texas we discovered two children that were extremely neglected and needed to be taken care of. Long story short, we brought them home to Utah and adopted them. That would be our Danielle and her big brother Aaron. During the course of 4-5 years, Aaron was diagnosed as BiPolar and was showing inappropriate behavior towards Dani. The decision was made to take him back to his great grandmothers in Texas, where she gave him back to his birth mom...wrong decision on our part and hers. He was soon taken away from his birth mom and put up for adoption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to show that miracles do happen and to always listen to our promptings and dreams, my niece Joanne in Washington had a dream that she needed to look on a website (this was a couple of weekends ago) and there she found Aaron. 12 years later, there is my little boy (I still consider him as my son) and he is looking handsome. But the disturbing part is he was back up for adoption, leading me to believe he had been in and out of homes for close to maybe 12 years. What would have happened if we would have still had him, would he had a better childhood, it's just ironic that he is experiencing the same problems as our Danielle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've contacted the State of Texas and I am just waiting to hear if there is anything I can do, any assitance of history, etc, or even just to see him. We'll just wait and see. It's funny how life plays out! Here is a picture of brother and sister, Aaron and Danielle!&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/4801543840375673846-7754118406356738698?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/7754118406356738698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-from-pastor-are-they-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/7754118406356738698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/7754118406356738698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-from-pastor-are-they-ghosts.html' title='Thoughts From the Past...Or Are They Ghosts!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S__CDFsDiyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZvcvGq8H0P0/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1264895164950168782</id><published>2010-05-21T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T06:03:35.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Growing Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_aESkcYCvI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cnEU_idml7w/s1600/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473707851670620914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_aESkcYCvI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cnEU_idml7w/s320/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to share, I took these pictures a couple of days ago and just can't get over how different each girl is. And how fast they grow. When I see these three gorgeous, wonderful, energenic granddaughters of mine, I remember my own three daughters growing up.  Each one of these girls are so different in their own way, it's fun to sit back and watch life unfold for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_aD5QipdiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v1zCZvXdULo/s1600/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473707416831489570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_aD5QipdiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v1zCZvXdULo/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4801543840375673846-1264895164950168782?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1264895164950168782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-growing-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1264895164950168782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1264895164950168782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-growing-family.html' title='My Growing Family'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_aESkcYCvI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cnEU_idml7w/s72-c/Picture+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4985504425807776041</id><published>2010-05-18T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:25:59.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_KUOr9XIlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9G_mG1v8sfY/s1600/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472599477247746642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_KUOr9XIlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9G_mG1v8sfY/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever just have those memories that bring a tear to your eyes? I guess I am having one right now. I'm sitting here at my desk at work, looking at my pictures on my computer and I ran across these pictures of my trip to California last year to see my daughter Ashley. I had a marvelous time and enjoyed being with her and being by the ocean again. I so miss that ocean, the sea air, the cleanliness of the breeze, the squacks of the seagulls, that is what I grew up with and so did my daughters. That is the hard thing about growing old, the childhood days of your children growing up, goes by so fast but it makes my head spin. And then the thoughts go through my mind, "I wish I could go back in time and change things. If I only knew then what I know now". I am trying very hard not to live with regrets to keep saying to myself "I did the best I could with what I had". But at times that doesn't work. If I could gather my daughters around me again, right now, I would, but I am so happy and thrilled with how they are living their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_KU7MZFCrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NRHfY_7ZapY/s1600/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472600241868180146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_KU7MZFCrI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NRHfY_7ZapY/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this picture here is pretty pathetic, no make up, didn't do my hair but look at my face and the face of my daughter Ashley's.  We were just happy for that moment!  My dream is to one day have all my daughters at the ocean having these kinds of days, along with my grandchildren and their husbands and of course my wonderful husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all my family...and when I say family I am including my "Hess" family, all branches, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, etc.&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/4801543840375673846-4985504425807776041?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4985504425807776041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4985504425807776041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4985504425807776041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories.html' title='Memories!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S_KUOr9XIlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9G_mG1v8sfY/s72-c/Picture+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8821451047310680002</id><published>2010-05-10T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:42:21.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-i16YWt2SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ibjq3NDb2kQ/s1600/Fun+2010+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469821762016237858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-i16YWt2SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ibjq3NDb2kQ/s320/Fun+2010+259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are one of my blog readers, just stay tuned, there are some major changes coming to our little family. More later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter Raelyn and her husband Mitch came into town this weekend. They are moving from Maryland to Sacramento, CA and my home is the pit-stop. I've enjoyed their visit so much. My Mother's Day was great also. Went out to lunch with Brenna, Raelyn and Dani. Mike even had the dishes done by the time I got home from lunch. That was special. But now Raelyn and Mitch will be leaving tomorrow and I feel I didn't get to spend that much time with her. Just too many people for them to visit. I'll just have to take a little vacation and go out there to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-8821451047310680002?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8821451047310680002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/stay-tuned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8821451047310680002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8821451047310680002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-i16YWt2SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ibjq3NDb2kQ/s72-c/Fun+2010+259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-9111362930863888923</id><published>2010-05-05T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:29:37.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day...Meet my Daughters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-IfjDKDvUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WhJdzIOkBNw/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467967584584580418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-IfjDKDvUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WhJdzIOkBNw/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through some of my family pictures and thought I would talk about my family a little. I spend a lot of time talking about my granddaughters and Dani and Mike that I don't spend enough time on my other three daughters. Here are some fun facts about my daughters. Starting with the oldest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brenna: Born May 21, 1981. Brenna is my miracle baby because I was told by several doctors I could not have children. Surprise! Her dad and I fooled them. But one of my favorite stories is when I was in labor, the nurses were getting me ready for a c-section and when my doctor came in (he was a Stake President in Pasadena, CA) I had asked him and my husband for a blessing, I was scared half to death. But during the blessing my doctor stopped and said "we have to go now". Well, when they pulled Brenna out she had two knots in her umbilical cord. If they would have waited longer, we might have lost her. Another fun fact, Brenna has always been drawn to the dramatic side of life. Always performing something, she would put on the funnest plays...all by herself. Now she is a fantastic mother of three beautiful daughters, and she is still putting on little shows for her daughters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley: Born June 7, 1984. For this pregnancy we were living overseas on Guam (Air Force). I came home to California early because I couldn't travel past a certain date and my husband had to stay there. But Ashley had other plans...at about 6 weeks, I kept going into pre-labor. So I was in and out of the hospital many times. But when it was pretty clear I couldn't go the full term, my doctor contacted the Red Cross so they can contact the Air Force to get my husband home. He made it home in time for the big event. Again, it was a c-section and within two weeks after delivery, it was a big move to Great Falls Montana. Like Brenna, through Ashley's life she has also been part of the dramatics department. But...during her childhood, if you were to ask Ashley what she wanted to be when she grew up, her answer always was "a mommy". Ashley also received the honorary title of "The Bag Lady". She always carried some kind of bag or bags around with all her stuff in it. And as an adult, she still does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-In5Itz5WI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/362wyWOEO6o/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467976760126858594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-In5Itz5WI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/362wyWOEO6o/s320/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raelyn: Born April 21, 1986. Raelyn was born on my best friends daughters birthday. Raelyn was named after my best friend who I met when we lived on Guam. Raelyn's story is a little different. Brenna was born weight 6lbs 12oz, Ashley was 5lbs, 13oz, Raelyn was 3lbs 2oz. Born 7 weeks early. But she was only in NICU for two weeks. My first look at her was a picture the NICU nurse took for me. She had tubes coming from her head and arm. So small and fragile. Raelyn surprised us in every way, you would never know she was a premie. She would walk along the back of my couch, on top, not against a wall...without falling. Through the years Raelyn has been our comic relief. If there were tense times she was the one to make us laugh! She is still that way today. She always knows how to make me smile or laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle: Born December 7, 1994. She came to our family in a different way. My dear sweet sister in law died unexpectedly and while we were at her funeral, my niece was holding this baby who was limp in her arms, actually failure to thrive. She was wearing a dress that was so big on her. Tugged at my heart. I remember going up to my niece, taking the baby into my arms and saying to her "thank you, she's mine now". She has been in my life ever since she was four weeks old. Yes, we have had our challenges and yes she has some problems. But her spirit and talents have brought many blessings to my family. She is extremely talented in the arts department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brenna, Ashley and Raelyn grew up in a musical family. We were like the VonTrapp family, always singing, mom at the piano. We sang for sacrament meetings, primary programs, etc. They sang through high school and Brenna and Ashley sang with a special singing group ran by Mark and Jeannette Bishop (Choral Edition). That is where we met Adam and Kyle! We knew them before I ever met Mike. That is where the connection is with me and my husband.&lt;br /&gt;That's just a little bit of each of my daughters. I am extremely blessed to have them in my life and very blessed to be their mother! Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&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/4801543840375673846-9111362930863888923?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/9111362930863888923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/9111362930863888923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/9111362930863888923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-my-family.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day...Meet my Daughters!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S-IfjDKDvUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WhJdzIOkBNw/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5770860941761740021</id><published>2010-05-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:13:05.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S9-Pnzg7FhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CeOvpAjPg9E/s1600/Mike+and+Kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467246386657039890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S9-Pnzg7FhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CeOvpAjPg9E/s320/Mike+and+Kyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week has been pretty exciting for my husband Mike. His second son, Kyle, graduated from college on Friday. I wasn't able to go because I wasn't able to get off from work, but Mike took Grandma Hess with him down to Orem for that graduation ceremony. I know that he is extremely proud of his son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This on Saturday was a bridal shower for Chris and Dacia's upcoming marriage.  Meeting Dacia was fun...I think she is the perfect match for Chris.  She will definately keep him on his toes.  I didn't take my camera which I regret, I would have loved to have a picture of her for my family update.  The wedding is scheduled for June 18th up at the Logan Temple.  Aunt Debbie and Emily sure are excited to have a new female to the family.  I think she fits in just wonderfully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And believe it or not, there isn't much to report.  Mike and I are diligently planning our annual anniversary trip.  This year we are going down to Bryce Canyon for four days.  During that time Danielle will be in California with her sister Ashley.  I know that Dani is so EXCITED and believe me, SO AM I!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone in my family is in good health and spirits at this time.  Love to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5770860941761740021?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5770860941761740021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5770860941761740021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5770860941761740021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S9-Pnzg7FhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/CeOvpAjPg9E/s72-c/Mike+and+Kyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6976638414748283847</id><published>2010-04-18T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:38:46.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Beautiful Sunday...A Day at the Park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uwuYbVdQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pLIVDUnQSK4/s1600/Fun+2010+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461653283994432770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uwuYbVdQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pLIVDUnQSK4/s320/Fun+2010+215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful day it was today. I just love having a Sunday where church is in the morning and the rest of the day just hanging at home or doing an impromtu picnic. Dani and I were originally going to the park but we had guests. We made peanut butter and jelly sandwichs, fruit slices, drinks and chips. We took Kaitlyn with us and then Brenna came later with Kyla and Kamryn. It was beautiful. We walked around around Beus pond, ate our lunch and watched the pond, just wish my husband was with us!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uzzXlaceI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7F8gGFO1Iw0/s1600/Fun+2010+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461656668202496482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uzzXlaceI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7F8gGFO1Iw0/s320/Fun+2010+227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uzLCPw_yI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VdA9plAWiG0/s1600/Fun+2010+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461655975279787810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uzLCPw_yI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VdA9plAWiG0/s320/Fun+2010+223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;/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/4801543840375673846-6976638414748283847?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6976638414748283847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-beautiful-sundaya-day-at-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6976638414748283847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6976638414748283847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-beautiful-sundaya-day-at-park.html' title='What a Beautiful Sunday...A Day at the Park!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8uwuYbVdQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pLIVDUnQSK4/s72-c/Fun+2010+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4113210973258896843</id><published>2010-04-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:40:01.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent Article that Needs to be Read by Everyone!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to see editorials like this one in every city's newspapers this week. This one is from a Tennesse newspaper (link below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest editorial: Behavior problem can be detected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Carolyn Szetela, Ph.D., and Roger Zoorob, M.D., MPH • April 18, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent news of a 7-year-old boy adopted from Russia and returned to his home country because of alleged behavioral problems calls to mind a new family struggling to find the routine, comfort and acceptance that helps most families function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether a child is adopted, foster parented or raised by biological parents, children with significant behavioral problems should be evaluated for alcohol-related birth disorders, called fetal alcohol spectrum disorders (FASD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is a teratogen, meaning that it can cause birth defects in the developing fetus. The level of risk is higher when alcohol is used in higher quantities and at critical times of fetal development. In the United States as well as Russia, the use of alcohol during pregnancy is common, and many pregnant women are not aware of the risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, about one out of every 10 women report drinking in the past month of pregnancy, and about one out of 25 pregnant women reports binge drinking of five or more drinks per occasion in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children who have experienced foster care have higher rates of FASD. This may contribute to the findings of a recently announced Swedish study that more than half of 71 children adopted from Eastern European countries were affected by FASD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often overlooked problem&lt;br /&gt;FASD is often overlooked and presents differently in every affected child and adult. It can manifest in mild to severe learning, mental, behavioral and/or physical disabilities. Children who are affected and their families often go through their lives without understanding the cause of their struggles to function and fit in, and without access to the interventions to help them manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is no single blood test or psychological screen that can tell if a person is affected, trained health professionals can typically identify when FASD is present and propose strategies and interventions for doing better. Meharry Medical College is host to the Southeastern FASD Regional Training Center, which urges more public attention to this health issue and trains health providers to identify and help manage the disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not appropriate to offer an "armchair diagnosis" of the child spotlighted in the Russian adoption case, and multiple causes may influence any behavioral problems he may have. However, an FASD evaluation should be part of any child's health evaluation for persistent cognitive, developmental or behavioral challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting is difficult in the best of circumstances, and parenting high-needs children is sometimes overwhelming. When FASD is present, the question of blame is irrelevant. Acknowledging the possibility of FASD is an opportunity for the child and parents to understand the child's difficulties and help restore their best potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing: If you are pregnant or may become pregnant, remember that alcohol is a known teratogenic drug that targets the developing baby's brain. No mother wants to harm her child. FASDs are 100 percent preventable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn Szetela, Ph.D., and Roger Zoorob, M.D., MPH are based at Meharry Medical College and the Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders South East Regional Training Center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-4113210973258896843?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4113210973258896843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/excellent-article-that-needs-to-be-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4113210973258896843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4113210973258896843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/excellent-article-that-needs-to-be-read.html' title='Excellent Article that Needs to be Read by Everyone!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8946576685861384618</id><published>2010-04-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:51:21.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8pzmm3WpoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nyWBsiIJoQs/s1600/constitution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8pzmm3WpoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nyWBsiIJoQs/s320/constitution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461304605245089410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day when it comes to conversations.  My husband and I belong to a family that are strong supporters of "The Constitution", "The Bill of Rights", etc.  We read, or I should say I read, my husband listens while he drives books about our founding Fathers.  We love our country and what it stands for.  Dani got involved in this conversation and she had real no idea who our first presidents were.  What she knew was from what she learned from the movie "National Treasure".  Come to find out, and in looking at her school history book, the kids are not being taught American history.  So with that said, we spent a wonderful afternoon reading "The Constitution" and talking about it.  Now...the test will be if she remembers what we talked about.  But then again, it wasn't about the learning, it was all about spending the time together in discussion instead of arguing or having one of those FASD meltdowns.  Or dad and Dani butting heads, to see who gets the last word, etc.  Usually when we have these kinds of discussions, Dani gets mad and frustrated because she always feels she is right and mom and dad don't have a clue!  But today, it was wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-8946576685861384618?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8946576685861384618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-interesting-day-when-it-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8946576685861384618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8946576685861384618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-interesting-day-when-it-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8pzmm3WpoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nyWBsiIJoQs/s72-c/constitution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-3977495457783800805</id><published>2010-04-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:10:15.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KPws4qBCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DbHxBKi_nvI/s1600/Fun+2010+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459083765171749922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KPws4qBCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DbHxBKi_nvI/s320/Fun+2010+145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KSV4tzNQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vGHbnan8Gwc/s1600/Fun+2010+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459086603025855746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KSV4tzNQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/vGHbnan8Gwc/s320/Fun+2010+158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend has been wild and wonderful! First off it was Kaitlyn's first soccer game of the season and she was ready for it. I just love watching her run up and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KQ3sfJogI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/timxq1vVPe0/s1600/Fun+2010+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459084984835482114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KQ3sfJogI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/timxq1vVPe0/s320/Fun+2010+180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down the field because she always has a smile on her face while she is running. During part of the game, her little sister Kyla, wanted to play so badly that she ran out in the field with the girls, running after the ball too! It was cute to see! Then after that we went down to the Aquarium in Sandy. We were also celebrating Kaitlyn 6th birthday which is actually tom&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KRZWij2FI/AAAAAAAAAXY/iitXGge7jh4/s1600/Fun+2010+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459085563059755090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KRZWij2FI/AAAAAAAAAXY/iitXGge7jh4/s320/Fun+2010+193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orrow (Monday) but since I have to work we did a family activity on Saturday. Then today (Sunday) was Kamryn's blessing. By the way, this picture I was able to get her to giggle. Too cute! Her dad gave her such a wonderful and special blessing. Then after church we had a family gathering at Jason's brother's house. Then Sunday afternoon Kaitlyn and family came over for her birthday present...a new bike and helmet. If you are on Facebook with me you can see a video of Kaitlyn's first bike ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-3977495457783800805?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/3977495457783800805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-wonderful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3977495457783800805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3977495457783800805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-wonderful-weekend.html' title='What a Wonderful Weekend!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S8KPws4qBCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DbHxBKi_nvI/s72-c/Fun+2010+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2633446568810418318</id><published>2010-04-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:20:02.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kBjp1lzuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/91suPqIClqA/s1600/Fun+2010+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456394135573745378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kBjp1lzuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/91suPqIClqA/s320/Fun+2010+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kBHkCvFII/AAAAAAAAAWI/uBaSS0rE9u8/s1600/Fun+2010+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456393652981929090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kBHkCvFII/AAAAAAAAAWI/uBaSS0rE9u8/s320/Fun+2010+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kA-OCfA8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/WMr4MlvlLX8/s1600/Fun+2010+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456393492456473538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kA-OCfA8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/WMr4MlvlLX8/s320/Fun+2010+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; What a wonderful day it was today. There is nothing better than my grandchildren, my daughter Dani and my other daughter Brenna and her husband Jason coming over for Easter Breakfast. I made the traditional (it's traditional because Kaitlyn and Kyla love pancakes) bacon, pancakes, sliced strawberries, cold orange juice and special drinks for the kids. Grandpa Mike and I, even though Grandpa Mike is in California, had special baskets for the kids. Danielle got a new Easter dress. What was even better was watching General Conference together. Then mom and dad went back to their place while the kids stayed with Grandma so the Easter Bunny could do his thing. Well, I should say that the Easter Bunny this year was an Vampire Easter Bunny. When the kids were going through their candy, Jason brought out a bowl from Halloween that still had some left over candy in it, including the vampire teeth. The next picture tells it all and cracks me up! Then the rest of the day is being spent relaxing and getting read&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kCRL-elkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lcTZFeDNfgM/s1600/Fun+2010+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456394917831939650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kCRL-elkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lcTZFeDNfgM/s320/Fun+2010+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y for the work week. Hope everyone has a great holiday with their families! Happy Easter!&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/4801543840375673846-2633446568810418318?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2633446568810418318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppy-easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2633446568810418318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2633446568810418318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S7kBjp1lzuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/91suPqIClqA/s72-c/Fun+2010+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2451784126071646456</id><published>2010-03-20T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:35:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Salt Lake City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6Wua9UvypI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1sqsuHYXxaw/s1600-h/Fun+2010+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450954702163266194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6Wua9UvypI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1sqsuHYXxaw/s320/Fun+2010+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Ashley, Dani, Brenna, my three granddaughters and myself spent the day down in Salt Lake. First to Temple Square &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6WuC6rtylI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JzECUlHYjqI/s1600-h/Fun+2010+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450954289137437266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6WuC6rtylI/AAAAAAAAAVg/JzECUlHYjqI/s320/Fun+2010+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6WuOarbE6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Oq11LFwR8p0/s1600-h/Fun+2010+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450954486704706466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6WuOarbE6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/Oq11LFwR8p0/s320/Fun+2010+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then to the Gateway. We also saw a 3D Imax show at the planitarium. Had a wonderful time but came home completely exhausted, but it is a wonderful exhausted. I love spending time with my daughters and especially my granddaughters. They sure are the light of my life. I know how my dad felt about my daughters as they were growing up. What would have made the day even better...if Mike was home to enjoy it with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our family growing up, no matter were we were going there was always singing going on in our car. Many times dad and I would be in the front seat just smiling while our daughters were enjoying themselfs with different songs or playing movie titles. Well, today on the way home my car was reminicent of those early days. A lot of singing going on, laughter and of course sleeping. Kaitlyn and Kyla were fast asleep during this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reflection, looking at these pictures really brings home the teachings of eternal families!&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/4801543840375673846-2451784126071646456?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2451784126071646456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-in-salt-lake-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2451784126071646456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2451784126071646456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-in-salt-lake-city.html' title='A Day in Salt Lake City!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6Wua9UvypI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1sqsuHYXxaw/s72-c/Fun+2010+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8372419652375446933</id><published>2010-03-18T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:16:56.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Week with my Daughter Ashley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6LCYU-MxuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nEFrOmSgfHI/s1600-h/Fun+2010+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450132222273963746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6LCYU-MxuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nEFrOmSgfHI/s320/Fun+2010+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6LCCW59_hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JNIEhZwTN4Q/s1600-h/Fun+2010+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450131844835966482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6LCCW59_hI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JNIEhZwTN4Q/s320/Fun+2010+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been extremely blessed to have my daughter from California, Ashley, come visit us this week. We have had several adventures, lots of laughs and I don't look forward to her going home on Sunday. I know...California isn't that far and it's not, but I miss her none the less. Then I just found out my other daughter, Raelyn and her husband are leaving Maryland and moving to Northern California, Sacramento area. Mitch has a good job he is transferring to and he is able to get into a private school that specializes in the computer art he is into. I think his dream is to work at Pixar. And of course Raelyn will be finishing up her RN. They should be leaving Maryland on April 11th. I am tickled over that having this daughter closer to home. Yeah!&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/4801543840375673846-8372419652375446933?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8372419652375446933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-week-with-my-daughter-ashley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8372419652375446933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8372419652375446933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-week-with-my-daughter-ashley.html' title='A Wonderful Week with my Daughter Ashley!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S6LCYU-MxuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nEFrOmSgfHI/s72-c/Fun+2010+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-415629919537189414</id><published>2010-03-07T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:14:08.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah "JAZZ" Game...Date?  Danielle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PP_B8DR4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/NQS3QbTXzbc/s1600-h/Fun+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445925056180078466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PP_B8DR4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/NQS3QbTXzbc/s320/Fun+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been on many dates with my wonderful &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PQI7kFK-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/8R5zn8CZVf0/s1600-h/Fun+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445925226267618274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PQI7kFK-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/8R5zn8CZVf0/s320/Fun+2010+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;husband but I think last night was one of the best I've had with one of my daughters...Danielle. I work for an awesome company to where they give out their own Jazz tickets when they become available and I was pretty lucky. I was able to get the tickets for last nights game. Dani has never been to the "E" ce&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PQPOaConI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mIHD959egKI/s1600-h/Fun+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445925334404997746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PQPOaConI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mIHD959egKI/s320/Fun+2010+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nter. I think I enjoyed watching her more than the game, even though the game was just amazing. What was REALLY fun was watching her get "LOUD" and she understood the game. One of the highlights was her meeting Thurl Bailey. Man that guy is tall!&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/4801543840375673846-415629919537189414?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/415629919537189414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/utah-jazz-gamedate-danielle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/415629919537189414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/415629919537189414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/utah-jazz-gamedate-danielle.html' title='Utah &quot;JAZZ&quot; Game...Date?  Danielle!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S5PP_B8DR4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/NQS3QbTXzbc/s72-c/Fun+2010+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6045029200400378447</id><published>2010-03-01T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:21:05.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of Kamryn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x11TQgrpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sA4f2gHJED4/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443855608147127954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x11TQgrpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sA4f2gHJED4/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x1tFZwPtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pZsoDBGoDCY/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443855466988846802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x1tFZwPtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pZsoDBGoDCY/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x1i-9WjWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H0Tn1XFwcnM/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443855293460417890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x1i-9WjWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H0Tn1XFwcnM/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures are from today!  Of course Grandma, Aunt Dani but I love the picture of Kamryn being wide awake and looking right at me.  What an angel!&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/4801543840375673846-6045029200400378447?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6045029200400378447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-pictures-of-kamryn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6045029200400378447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6045029200400378447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-pictures-of-kamryn.html' title='More Pictures of Kamryn!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4x11TQgrpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sA4f2gHJED4/s72-c/Kamryn+Aubrie+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2881234496712586228</id><published>2010-02-28T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:35:05.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Littlest Addition to Our Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4s0Ba_0FdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SkWsbY_CL24/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501773638866386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4s0Ba_0FdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SkWsbY_CL24/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4sz3Za4OfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jT4MwGt8Pa0/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501601416821234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4sz3Za4OfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jT4MwGt8Pa0/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4szs8D6I5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/lZhlBBbzuXI/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501421737157522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4szs8D6I5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/lZhlBBbzuXI/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4szj7ZJBJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TFVTDcW7BOk/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501266938954898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4szj7ZJBJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TFVTDcW7BOk/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamryn Aubrie Hyde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8lbs 12oz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was born today around 4:20pm. I was with my two little granddaughters today and we had fun. Went out to breakfast, then down to my bestfriends house to deliver Girl Scout cookies, then on the way back home the girls talked to their mom (Brenna) and it was decided that I would bring them up for a visit. When we were on our way there Brenna was at a 4, then when we got there she was at a 7. Within a half an hour, she was at a 10. Okay folks let's go. I took the girls home for some dinner and Mario Brothers. Then the call came saying she was born. I took the girls up to meet their sister and it was just precious. Here are some pictures. Kyla was there but she was hiding a lot. I am so proud of my daughter and Jason. By the way...did I mention I just love being a grandma? I can't wait for Mike to get back home and meet his new granddaughter!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4s1U1jjPhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G0lsY3yz4nE/s1600-h/Kamryn+Aubrie+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443503206697221650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4s1U1jjPhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G0lsY3yz4nE/s320/Kamryn+Aubrie+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4801543840375673846-2881234496712586228?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2881234496712586228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-littlest-addition-to-our-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2881234496712586228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2881234496712586228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-littlest-addition-to-our-family.html' title='New Littlest Addition to Our Family!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4s0Ba_0FdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SkWsbY_CL24/s72-c/Kamryn+Aubrie+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-3247885327792433683</id><published>2010-02-21T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:29:28.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Purchase I Could Make!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4H5KJLeqgI/AAAAAAAAATo/N6dN6b1GJpk/s1600-h/2010+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440903777498343938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4H5KJLeqgI/AAAAAAAAATo/N6dN6b1GJpk/s320/2010+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a couple of years now I have wanted to purchase a Wii. But the prices have always been a little too much. But because of recommendations from Danielle's doctors to help with her learning disabilities (i.e. visual spatial disorder) this game was recommended because it would help with the connection of her nerons and concentration along with coordination. So I made an investment that has turned out to be a big family blessing. We have turned off the TV more and have spent more quality time as a family. Mike loves it and there is more harmony at home because it has given our little family something to do to together instead of watching TV. And other family members have been bitten by the Wii bug. Tonight Uncle Don and Aunt Irene, Brenna and the kids and Shawn came over for homemade chicken noodle soup (my wonderful husband made it) and we played Wii resort for along time. Then when everone went home, Jason and KD came back over and played Mario Brothers with Dani and I. Had a wonderful time. Like I said, it was the best purc&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4H5eb7aP1I/AAAAAAAAATw/ROapZSben2M/s1600-h/2010+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440904126128602962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4H5eb7aP1I/AAAAAAAAATw/ROapZSben2M/s320/2010+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hase I could make! As you can see Uncle Don and Aunt Irene had a good time.  Also one of the best things is holding your grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way...no update yet on the birth of granddaughter #3.  Any day now.  I do believe that Brenna is ready but baby "Beautiful", that's the name that Kaitlyn has given her baby sister is no ready...she is taking her time!  That's okay, we will wait...&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/4801543840375673846-3247885327792433683?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/3247885327792433683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-purchase-i-could-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3247885327792433683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3247885327792433683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-purchase-i-could-make.html' title='The Best Purchase I Could Make!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S4H5KJLeqgI/AAAAAAAAATo/N6dN6b1GJpk/s72-c/2010+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8778325583608355597</id><published>2010-02-14T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:37:42.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3jBLxLxwMI/AAAAAAAAATg/11GEWGuKdzg/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308957975331010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3jBLxLxwMI/AAAAAAAAATg/11GEWGuKdzg/s320/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I ever said how much I love being a grandma? If I have I am going to say it again! I love it. I can understand now how my dad felt being a grandpa. He would love to sit and just watch the girls play, just to interact with each other. I can see why my dad felt that his granddaughters were his sunshine because I feel that way with my own granddaughters. But this is bittersweet because I was pretty selfish when my dad was around and I moved away from him, taking his sunshine with me. I know without a doubt I would feel that way too if my grandchildren moved awa&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3jAUnoJiAI/AAAAAAAAATY/yGY4AiO2FSY/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308010517170178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3jAUnoJiAI/AAAAAAAAATY/yGY4AiO2FSY/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y from me. But I also know my family has a life of their own and they need to go where they need to for their own families. But I feel the pain of my actions almost everyday and I hope and pray that my dad will forgive me. So...while I have my granddaughters around me, I sit back and watch them also and feel the same kind of joy my own father did in watching my daughters. Now the picture above is of my three daughters, Brenna, Ashley and Raelyn. Brenna I think was going into 2nd grade and Ashley and Raelyn were starting daycare. We were living in San Bernardino at that the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is of my dad holding Ashley. I have a picture somewhere I haven't been able to find of my dad holding Brenna, Ashley and Raelyn. I sure do miss him and so do my daughters.&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/4801543840375673846-8778325583608355597?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8778325583608355597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/grandma-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8778325583608355597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8778325583608355597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/grandma-time.html' title='Grandma Time!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3jBLxLxwMI/AAAAAAAAATg/11GEWGuKdzg/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4784760687777527296</id><published>2010-02-10T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:11:08.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Update...</title><content type='html'>For the past little while, both Mike and I have been getting pretty sick of being separated for up to close to three weeks at a time.  Each trip gets a little longer.  So...we've made a life decision...time to get off the truck!  And what a decision it is too.  Not only would we be taking a big cut in pay, we would have to learn to be nice to each other...more often! LOL!  We were talking the other night and we realized that out of close to 8 years of marriage, we've only had three months of a normal marriage before we got on the truck.  Three months!!!  So here is the good news.  Mike had an interview with his trucking company to be a driver manager.  As far as I know the interview went great, they were impressed with his resume, his character and integrity, they were concerned about him taking the cut in pay but he told them that it was time he was home to help out with our daughter and he knows it will be an adjustment but he is confident he can make that change.  So am I!  The interviewer from corporate told him not to expect things to happen too fast.  It may be two weeks before we hear anything, so keep your fingers and toes crossed and keep us in your prayers.  We know this is the right move.  Scarey but the right move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-4784760687777527296?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4784760687777527296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4784760687777527296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4784760687777527296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-update.html' title='Interview Update...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2584661156848913317</id><published>2010-02-08T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:52:06.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't We Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3C615anEnI/AAAAAAAAATA/4QaRw8Tw7JU/s1600-h/2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050185344455282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3C615anEnI/AAAAAAAAATA/4QaRw8Tw7JU/s320/2010+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to talk about this picture. This was taken yesterday after church. I wanted to have a new picture of us after a wonderful weekend of being together. Saturday we did family things. Did the laundry, visited the in-laws, did errands, visited the in-laws again (Mike filled up his dad's truck with gas), went out to dinner with our neighbors as a payment. Our neighbor helped Mike tune-up his truck so it could pass inspection...it passed! So it was an early dinner and fun time bowling on the wii. Sunday we went to church, came home to cook and spent the remainder of the day at Uncle Don and Aunt Irene's for "Superbowl" food and great commercials. So, it was a wonderful weekend. I just got a call a little bit ago from Mike saying he has an interview tomorrow morning for the driver manager position where he works. Keep him in your prayers. We both want him home...it's time he got off that truck.&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/4801543840375673846-2584661156848913317?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2584661156848913317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-cute-couple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2584661156848913317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2584661156848913317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-cute-couple.html' title='Ain&apos;t We Cute?'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S3C615anEnI/AAAAAAAAATA/4QaRw8Tw7JU/s72-c/2010+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5136275775510520872</id><published>2010-02-04T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:15:42.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times...Good Memories!</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been full of good times for me. Always of course do the good times include my children and grandchildren. There was one night I got a unexpected call from Brenna asking me to come over and see Kaitlyn. I guess they had a pirate come to school, dressed as a pirate and he even had a "real parott". They book he read was "Pirates Don't Change Diapers". So KD got her pirate costume out she wore for Halloween, her dad, Jason got involved and helped her with her becoming a real pirate, with authentic maps, compass, and a pirate telescope. I went over to their place with my camera, ready to take some serious pictures and when I turned on my camera the words were staring at me "no memory card". I left the darn memory card at home. So I ran home, actually drove, came back and started&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uehfsM26I/AAAAAAAAASY/gny_NJoF9P0/s1600-h/2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434611673632398242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uehfsM26I/AAAAAAAAASY/gny_NJoF9P0/s320/2010+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the pictures. I don't know who had more fun, Jason or KD but I enjoyed watching them. When I was leaving I asked KD if pirates gave Grandma's hugs and her response was "Argh, no they don't". I couldn't help but chuckle and with joy tucked that moment away in my special grandma memories! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uf9LRAXcI/AAAAAAAAASg/t6m-VJoS2Ew/s1600-h/2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434613248697589186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uf9LRAXcI/AAAAAAAAASg/t6m-VJoS2Ew/s320/2010+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And like always, our little Kyla always has to be in the picture, which as always I am happy to accommodate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Jason's birthday (Happy Birthday Jason) so we went out as a family for dinner, and yes...Mike was home to enjoy this family time, but I was sitting at the table, watching Brenna with her daughters and realized what a wonderful mom she is. And in spite of what kind of a mom I was, s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uhVanx1FI/AAAAAAAAASo/sp8pDkO9K_Y/s1600-h/2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434614764648125522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uhVanx1FI/AAAAAAAAASo/sp8pDkO9K_Y/s320/2010+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is AWESOME! I am so proud of her. And I can't wait for the new granddaughter and I can't wait until my other daughters have babies too, they will be great moms also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5136275775510520872?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5136275775510520872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-timesgood-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5136275775510520872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5136275775510520872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-timesgood-memories.html' title='Good Times...Good Memories!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S2uehfsM26I/AAAAAAAAASY/gny_NJoF9P0/s72-c/2010+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-394559294608485399</id><published>2010-01-26T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:03:42.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week from You Know Where...</title><content type='html'>The past week for both Mike and I have been from you know where!  After a couple of a days home or was it one day, can't remember, he called me at work and said he was taking off for the Bronx, NY.  One place where truckers don't want to go because they could be stopped at a light and some gang will come behind the trailer, cut the lock and unload all the meat and get away with it.  And there is always that chance that a trucker will get hurt in the process.  But I guess he got lucky and stayed in the shipping yard for a small fee of $25.00.  He called me yesterday while he was stuck on the George Washington Bridge, going into the Bronx.  He said the wind was so strong that it toppled over a rig in front of him.  Mike said it was swinging so much he could have been singing a lullaby to fall asleep with.  And he hates bridges to begin with.  Now he is on his way to Michigan.  Somehow, someway he will get home.  He's stopped in Pennsylvania for the night where it is freezing, I think he said below zero...brrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-394559294608485399?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/394559294608485399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-from-you-know-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/394559294608485399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/394559294608485399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-from-you-know-where.html' title='A Week from You Know Where...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8401260671460945637</id><published>2010-01-19T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:50:09.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aLTwFDH-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/HQncOylJxAA/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428679572281565154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aLTwFDH-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/HQncOylJxAA/s320/Family+Times+2009+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is part of my blog where I spend just a few lines getting all gooey and gushy with my gratitude list. The drive into work this morning was scarey for me, almost zero visability, slanting rain, had me thinking about my life and where I am today. First off I want to say how grateful I am to have a husband like Mike. I know the Lord put him in my path that night I saw him at the singles dance. I know and he knews that we are meant to be together. We are good for each other. He is a hard worker and provider for his family and he loves me through all my quirks, faults, the nights I am too tired to cook (we order pizza), etc. I am not going to lie and say that the past 7 1/2 years has all been a bed or roses, we have had our difficult times, who hasn't but we are in a place now that we've wanted to be in. Happy to be with each other when we are because those times are getting fewer and fewer. Being a long haul trucker is a hard business. Hard on the family but harder on the driver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I am grateful for my children. For 27 years each daughter has brought me immense happine&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aKpsMseqI/AAAAAAAAASA/YBuSIpXeXio/s1600-h/daughters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428678849685387938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aKpsMseqI/AAAAAAAAASA/YBuSIpXeXio/s400/daughters.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ss and joy. I know my daughters remember a tired, cranky mom growing up. In a house that mom and dad constantly fought. But what th&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aJev40tAI/AAAAAAAAARw/OFLbEJKiJis/s1600-h/daughters.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ey didn't see and hear were the prayers I offered up to Heavenly Father in their behalf that all would be well in their lifes growing up. I wish I could take back some of the decisions I made with them growing up and start over, I'd be different. But I am so proud of each of them, for the choices they have made and for the adults they have become. And I am proud and grateful for my daughter Danielle. She has many challenges but none the less she has come along ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are my granddaughters. Kaitlyn and Kyla. What joy those two sun &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aKQw_6LEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6cCsJuV1afE/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428678421477207106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aKQw_6LEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6cCsJuV1afE/s320/Family+Times+2009+298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spots bring me. When I am feeling blue a simple phone call can brighten my day. Whenever I see them, and it doens't matter if it was a day before or just 15 minutes before, they are always excited to see grammy. I am just as excited to meet my new granddaughter. Those girls have some of the best parents. I am proud of Brenna and Jason on how they are raising those girls. Get away from the world and concentrate on other spiritual matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then last but not least, I am grateful for all my friends. And you know who you are when I say I can count on you at any given time of the day if I need you!!! I just hope and pray that I am that kind of friend to you too!&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/4801543840375673846-8401260671460945637?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8401260671460945637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8401260671460945637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8401260671460945637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S1aLTwFDH-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/HQncOylJxAA/s72-c/Family+Times+2009+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1894705454959229919</id><published>2010-01-17T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:02:29.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar Lesson...</title><content type='html'>I understand that sometimes my grammar and spelling is not always the best but I try...so I tried to make my blog title a little darker because the apostraphe was not showing.  But the title is called "Hangin with the Hess's".  And when I was making the blog, I couldn't fit all the letters into my address so I had to shorten it to the best of my ability.  Hence "HanginwiththeHess". So if anyone has questions about my schooling, I've done the best I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-1894705454959229919?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1894705454959229919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/grammar-lesson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1894705454959229919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1894705454959229919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/grammar-lesson.html' title='Grammar Lesson...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5784382941796219499</id><published>2010-01-14T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:10:18.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For More Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_yOkxopMI/AAAAAAAAARU/mICeRLXFmno/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426822408208688322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_yOkxopMI/AAAAAAAAARU/mICeRLXFmno/s320/Family+Times+2009+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going through my pictures tonight and came upon these which brought a big smile on my face. These pictures were from our anniversary campout last June up at Hardware Ranch. It was cold and rainy as you can see in the pictures. What happens when you mix dirt road and rain and cold? MUD! Glorious MUD! It seems whenever we get together with my brother in law and sister in law, Don and Irene, we have some amazing stories to tell when the trip is over. And there were a lot of stories from that little vacation. This picture is Mike and I, Don and Irene, almost to the top of Logan Peak but there was still a lot of snow on top and this was mid June, we couldn't get up all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every trail we went on that &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_xIbm1rGI/AAAAAAAAARE/TpR2xENl6lc/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821203156642914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_xIbm1rGI/AAAAAAAAARE/TpR2xENl6lc/s320/Family+Times+2009+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day we came across people who were in trouble somehow and we were put in their paths to help out in some way. I believe that the Lord puts us where we are suppose to be to help out others for one reason or another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best time was driving through the mud, we were all so proud of our dirty ATV's. We were cold, and wet but very happy! Just look at Uncle Don's face. He was tired but happy. And so was Aunt Irene, I believe it was the maiden voyage of her new ATV. She got it dirty!! Is it spring yet?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_xwNpGY-I/AAAAAAAAARM/Gc6RkHw-dMI/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821886602798050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_xwNpGY-I/AAAAAAAAARM/Gc6RkHw-dMI/s320/Family+Times+2009+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is nothing like camping, riding, cooking (especially in the dutch-oven) riding some more, telling stories, sitting by the campfire, smores, good hearty breakfasts, packing our coolers with water and snacks for a long ride through nature and doing it with family members who are your best friends! :)&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/4801543840375673846-5784382941796219499?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5784382941796219499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/waiting-for-more-good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5784382941796219499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5784382941796219499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/waiting-for-more-good-times.html' title='Waiting For More Good Times!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0_yOkxopMI/AAAAAAAAARU/mICeRLXFmno/s72-c/Family+Times+2009+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1408813802104223597</id><published>2010-01-10T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:14:49.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Kaitlyn and Kyla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qENOX6MTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tjw6pGkthVQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294063852728626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qENOX6MTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tjw6pGkthVQ/s320/Christmas+2009+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Brenna and Jason went to Costco's "belated" Christmas party and grandpa and I babysat the kids. We had a great time, but KD was just a little hy&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qFJHN993I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cY6SDtUk1lE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425295092724135794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qFJHN993I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cY6SDtUk1lE/s320/Christmas+2009+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;per and I teased her saying if she didn't calm down I was going to put her in a straight-jacket. She asked what it was and I told her she would find out if she kept it up. Well...she wouldn't settle down and this what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my bathrobe, I put it on her backwards, asked her to cross her arms, I tied the robe's arms behind her then used the sash to finish my object lesson. &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;Kyla on the other hand is my techno granddaughter. She is either playing with grammy's piano or my cell phone. Last night it was my cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as you can see, KD forgave me. The funny thing was, after I took my robe off of her, she wanted to stay wrapped up in it, laid across my lap and was very calm to finish our movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qDP-7CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ec1zwqzBwlQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293011733080050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qDP-7CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/ec1zwqzBwlQ/s320/Christmas+2009+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor grandpa...he was so tuckered out, this is how he babysat Grizzly! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qEgRigJvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TurRJ4KLM0Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425294391119980274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qEgRigJvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TurRJ4KLM0Q/s320/Christmas+2009+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend has been one of the best weekends. It's a rare occasion when Mike is home for not just one day but two days and I can spend time with him. We spent all day together on Saturday, Dani stayed home with a migraine and it was good for us as a couple. Then of course babysitting our grandbabies which is always a joy! AND Mike went to church with me, he hasn't been to church with me in a LONG TIME. It was great!&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/4801543840375673846-1408813802104223597?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1408813802104223597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-kaitlyn-and-kyla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1408813802104223597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1408813802104223597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-with-kaitlyn-and-kyla.html' title='Fun With Kaitlyn and Kyla!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0qENOX6MTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tjw6pGkthVQ/s72-c/Christmas+2009+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-7571575900690139805</id><published>2010-01-05T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:14:01.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Christmas Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-726ac600e4c131f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0726ac600e4c131f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582153%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFAADEE9E82E0647DE9C72A04B599093B9ACFA74.3EEDF16424D910EDF4DD273D98E04C4384EA20A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D726ac600e4c131f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DItq9i7HCK8H49kbVrNcNbQUg3fY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0726ac600e4c131f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331582153%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFAADEE9E82E0647DE9C72A04B599093B9ACFA74.3EEDF16424D910EDF4DD273D98E04C4384EA20A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D726ac600e4c131f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DItq9i7HCK8H49kbVrNcNbQUg3fY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a Christmas Cookie baking day with grandma. Kaitlyn, Kyla and my daughter Danielle were busy working with the sugar cookie dough. I had a blast and I laughed and had so much joy in watching those angels. I have another clip with Kaitlyn and Danielle but for some reason I couldn't get it loaded. I'll try again but this clip says it all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-7571575900690139805?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/7571575900690139805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-christmas-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/7571575900690139805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/7571575900690139805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-christmas-cookies.html' title='I Love Christmas Cookies!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6086117668370073539</id><published>2010-01-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:12:18.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Scout Cookie Time!  Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0PwNB4BexI/AAAAAAAAAPc/68MKSuEJWYA/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423442482916588306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0PwNB4BexI/AAAAAAAAAPc/68MKSuEJWYA/s320/Family+Times+2009+272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little granddaughter Kaitlyn is a Girl Scout. She is a Daisy Scout and getting ready for her first cookie sale. She needs to sell 30 boxes for her to earn her badge. I can't officially take orders until the 15th of January but here is the list of cookies she is selling this year. There is a new one that is listed at the bottom. It doesn't matter where you live, I will personally see to it you get your cookies, in fact my little helper, Kaitlyn, will probably come with me since delivery date is the same day her mommy is due to have their new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do-Si-Dos™ - Peanut Butter Sandwiches (peanut butter cookie with peanut butter filling) - 20 cookies* per 8 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;Dulce de Leche - (made with milk caramel chips) - 15 cookies* per 6 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Chalet Cremes™ (retangular cinnamon-ginger lemon-filled cookies) - 14 cookies* per 8 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;Samoas® - Caramel deLites™ (vanilla cookies covered with caramel on top and bottom then rolled in coconut and striped with chocolate) - 15 cookies* per 7 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;Tagalongs® - Peanut Butter Patties® (Regular cookie with soft Peanut Butter and coated with chocolate) - 15 cookies* per 7 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;Thin Mints (thin chocolate-peppermint cookie coated in chocolate) - 32 cookies* in an 10 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;Trefoils – a.k.a. Shortbread - (a shortbread cookie) - 44 cookies* per 10 ounce box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****And Brand New this year!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Berry Munch (Real premium cranberries, white fudge chips, and crispy rice) 15 cookies per 6 oz. box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post another blog when we actually start selling, and if you want some...let me know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6086117668370073539?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6086117668370073539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/girl-scout-cookie-time-yahoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6086117668370073539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6086117668370073539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2010/01/girl-scout-cookie-time-yahoo.html' title='Girl Scout Cookie Time!  Yahoo!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/S0PwNB4BexI/AAAAAAAAAPc/68MKSuEJWYA/s72-c/Family+Times+2009+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1227261056755198828</id><published>2009-12-31T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:36:02.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Today finds me deep in thought, which at times I have to confess is a little hard to do!  But I have found I am feeling a little blue, no relation to the blue moon tonight.  This will be my first New Year's Eve and day away from my husband, Mike.  He is back in South Carolina, right now making a pick up and taking it up to New Jersey.  But the exciting part of his trip is he will be able to hook-up with my daughter Raelyn and her husband Mitch, who live in Hagerstown, MD.  I am extremely envious right now but excited for all of them.  I am hoping he will be home before his birthday which is the 6th of January.  But there is nothing like spending a holiday alone.  Don't get me wrong, the peace and quite is very appealing, Dani is going to a church youth dance tonight so I will have the opportunity to sit down with a soft drink and a good book and relax.  Next year is still ahead of us...not knowing what is in store but hang on to your seat belts, it may be a bumpy ride.  Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-1227261056755198828?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1227261056755198828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1227261056755198828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1227261056755198828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-82132046524942719</id><published>2009-12-28T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:49:51.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Is Approaching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SzllSH2dGaI/AAAAAAAAANU/tPk5J04HsoU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474988536600994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SzllSH2dGaI/AAAAAAAAANU/tPk5J04HsoU/s320/Christmas+2009+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems it's been awhile since my last blog entry...shame on me! Especially for someone who enjoys blogging and telling all. I guess I have been paying too much attention to my other blog (angelswithdisabilities.blogspot.com). So I thought I had better update on what is going on in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...my granddaughters are doing great. Keeping me busy and tired for the most part. I don't see how I did it with four children...I guess I was younger back then. But these grandchildren keep me feeling young and happy. When I am missing my husband, because he travels alot, I just have to spend a little time with Kaitlyn and Kyla and I feel better. Even a little phone call picks me up. I have a new granddaughter, Ami Jane who is adorable.  I can't wait for her to get a little older to come out and play with grandma.  We got to spend some time with her on Christmas and I loved watching her.  Danielle is doing great. She is finally fully transitioned into junior high, no more transition school for her. She is also on the honor roll. I am so proud of her. Mike, my wonderful hard working husband is still driving long distances. Right now he is on his way to North Carolina. I was pretty lucky to have him home on Christmas Day. But we won't be together on New Years. The rest of my children, Brenna, Ashley and Raelyn are all doing good. Brenna and her husband are due with their third girl here in February, Ashley is engaged (haven't set a date yet) and Raelyn and her husband Mitch are plugging along in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming year will find Mike, Danielle and myself going to Bryce Canyon in June for our anniversary trip. We are so looking forward to camping and four-wheeling and being together for a few days.  Mike and I will be celebrating 8 years of marriage. We are happier now than we have ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that the New Year will be a prosperous year for my family and friends and our extended family. I look forward to new adventures and anything that may come our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...the picture of Mike is on Christmas morning. He just got his wedding band back after two years. He had to have it cut off because of his hand surgery. He was so excited to have it back on! I was excited to give it back to him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-82132046524942719?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/82132046524942719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-is-approaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/82132046524942719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/82132046524942719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-is-approaching.html' title='A New Year Is Approaching!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SzllSH2dGaI/AAAAAAAAANU/tPk5J04HsoU/s72-c/Christmas+2009+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6517299649463561452</id><published>2009-10-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:51:17.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Examiner/Ogden/Utah Article</title><content type='html'>I co-teach a class here in Utah with Allies with Families called "From Hope to Recovery".  We had our local newspaper come to our first meeting last Wednesday and they did a nice piece about our group.  The picture is not the greatest because of the look on my face but the activity that we did was profound.  I have included the link if you want to read it first hand, if not I have copied it right below.  Here is the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group helps families cope with mental illness&lt;br /&gt;By Chris O'Nan&lt;br /&gt;Created Oct 5 2009 - 10:42pm&lt;br /&gt;Standard-Examiner Davis Bureau &lt;br /&gt;CLEARFIELD -- Gary Smith stood before a group of family, friends, teachers and health professionals as they piled demands upon him in the form of cleaning supplies, pots, books and medicine bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each member of the group held one end of a piece of string and attached the other end to Smith to represent their ties to his daily life, all making demands and saying, "Is that too much to ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith said he felt "strung up and weighed down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise was part of a From Hope to Recovery meeting that is helping people care for mentally ill children with support and information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the activity, the group discussed ways they could get help from others and eliminate some of their daily pressures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith, of Washington Terrace, said he has dealt with mental illness within his family for most of his life and wants to share his experiences with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Greenwell, program manager for Allies with Families, directed the program. Allies with Families is a nonprofit organization that provides support, education and advocacy for families who have children with mental illness. The organization is funded with federal, state, and local grants and contracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our goal is to have one From Hope to Recovery program every quarter in various areas of the state," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meetings, volunteer program teachers Susan Seper and Diane Hess lead the group with PowerPoint study materials, discussions and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group focused on such areas as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBlt The impact mental illness has on family members, including siblings, and ways to cope with various situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBlt Diagnosis of illnesses, such as bipolar disorder, ADHD, schizophrenia, depression, anxiety and eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBlt Navigating the mental health system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBlt Helping children with mental illness succeed in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBlt Education about services provided for people with disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBlt Self-care and coming to terms with a mental illness diagnosis and daily living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a parent of a child with mental illness, I want to give other people hope so they can do more than just survive," Seper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I took this program myself, and found coping techniques and support so we could be successful in dealing with day-to-day living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said as a single parent, every aspect of her child's treatment and life needed her close attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was the one who had to make every appointment and respond to every call from the school," she said. "Everything depended on me, and I had no help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seper said she learned through the program how to get help in the school and what services were offered for her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she also became better prepared to respond to medical professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I met other parents in similar situations," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We exchanged phone numbers and called each other and talked. It let me know that others were in the same situation, and I was not alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said because of the help the program provided for her family, she decided to volunteer as a teacher to share with other people, so they could have the same experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We still have our struggles, but I am better able to cope with things as they come up," Seper said, "and I can better explain our situation to others so we can get help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Featured Health Chris O'Nan Clearfield Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6517299649463561452?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6517299649463561452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/10/standard-examinerogdenutah-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6517299649463561452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6517299649463561452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/10/standard-examinerogdenutah-article.html' title='Standard Examiner/Ogden/Utah Article'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6980666263583741472</id><published>2009-09-13T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:48:44.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soccer Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d54457a4e44637a4d6a593d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Soccer Time" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d54457a4e44637a4d6a593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6980666263583741472?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6980666263583741472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-soccer-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6980666263583741472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6980666263583741472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-soccer-girl.html' title='My Soccer Girl'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-4527455390649873</id><published>2009-09-06T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:31:43.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Summer Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SqRwNm1wt1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BgrV9KALSCw/s1600-h/Family+Times+2009+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378547234053863250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SqRwNm1wt1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BgrV9KALSCw/s320/Family+Times+2009+152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year, by the time school rolled around Mike and I had been camping and ATVing so many times it made my head swim, but this year I think we have been out four wheeling less than five times. I think it has something to do with my broken ribs but I pretend not to because I have been back on our "Black Beauty" since the accident. Mike and I have just found that this year our lifes are a little more busier than normal. We can't figure out why or whats different, well one thing is different, Mike drives more back east runs than before. Right now he is parked somewhere in Pennsylvania with a delivery in New Jersey sometime tomorrow. We are finding that most trucking companies are sending their drivers further and further away and gone for longer periods of time. Right now, Mike is gone on the average for close to two weeks. Makes it hard on a marriage let alone family time. When Mike gets home it is usually for one-two days then he's off again. But we both can't get over how fast the summer has gone. For the small trips we have had we have enjoyed every minute of it. I am thankful that I married a man who has the same interests as I do. We are no different than any other couple, we have our fights, disagreements, but in the long run we wouldn't be without each other.  This picture was taken up around Lava Hot Springs, Idaho.  We were taking a Sunday drive with Mike's brother and his wife (Don and Irene) looking at camping property.  Can't afford anything but it was a great drive and time spent together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-4527455390649873?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/4527455390649873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-summer-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4527455390649873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/4527455390649873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where Did the Summer Go?'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SqRwNm1wt1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BgrV9KALSCw/s72-c/Family+Times+2009+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5969745422082873082</id><published>2009-08-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:59:17.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445774e7a59334d44453d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Sunny Fun" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445774e7a59334d44453d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5969745422082873082?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5969745422082873082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-smilebox-slideshow_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5969745422082873082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5969745422082873082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-smilebox-slideshow_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5565740039277809750</id><published>2009-08-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:08:14.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a family...Wish I fit in...Somewhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SozLSXloNeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6LQ44EPJnTA/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371891971976082914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SozLSXloNeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6LQ44EPJnTA/s320/Vacation+2009+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SozI3GUmzII/AAAAAAAAAMA/l_FinYp0cFk/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371889304461560962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SozI3GUmzII/AAAAAAAAAMA/l_FinYp0cFk/s320/Vacation+2009+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every summer so far, give or take a year, my husband and I have a family campout, where both sides of our families get together for fun, laughter, games, and good food. A chance for Mike and I to have as many of our children with us as possible. Since the day Mike I got married, my daughters, except Raelyn, accepted Mike as my new husband. In time, he earned the trust and love of my daughters. Mike always said that being a step-father was just as important as being a natural father. To this day, my daughters call him "Dad". He feels rich in many ways for his relationship with "His" girls (as he calls them). On my end though, Mike brought three sons into our relationship. I don't think, even today, that his sons have ever accepted me. I don't ever want to take their mom's place but I wish they could understand it is okay to love more than one person. If not love then it's okay to have a friend in their dad's wife. But I also understand that my husband's relationship with his sons is kind of volatile. It has been that way for along time from what I understand. This is frustrating to me because I raised my daughters that family is everything. Even when my ex-husband was not so much involved with the family, I taught them to still respect their dad. I tried to carry that on even after the divorce, not always successful because of hurt feelings, etc. But today I see the wisdom when the psychologists tell divorcing parents to not say bad things about the other parent in front of the kids. As far as my relationship with Mike's sons...I would have to say I am hurt, I haven't done anything to them accept open my own home up to two of his sons so they had a place to live and I feel my home and myself was disrespected. It has gotten to where I have a hard time trusting...I look on their FB pages for some kind of acknowledgement that I am related...somehow or how I have touched one of their life's, or even a thank you for helping out when it was needed or thanks for the good times and nothing. Maybe I am just opening myself up for the hurt.  I just hope and pray that one day, and it maybe many moons down the road, that they realize that Diane is not as half bad as others say. I don't want to be their step-mom...I just want to be Diane...married to Mike. I matter and I have feelings that run deep. So for now, I am stepping back...way back from Mike's side of the family. I am tired of feeling like the bad guy or unwanted visitor when my own daughters were raised to open their hearts and minds to other family posibilities. That's the two differences in Mike's family and mine. I'll still carry the hope but I won't put my heart out there anymore to be walked on by things some of his sons say or have said to me or to my daughters.&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/4801543840375673846-5565740039277809750?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5565740039277809750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-familywish-i-fit-insomewhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5565740039277809750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5565740039277809750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-familywish-i-fit-insomewhere.html' title='What is a family...Wish I fit in...Somewhere!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SozLSXloNeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6LQ44EPJnTA/s72-c/Vacation+2009+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5073594323859246641</id><published>2009-07-02T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:56:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Made It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/Sk0so3qgR5I/AAAAAAAAALc/_KgJgo1p2UM/s1600-h/4770_1165771430275_1407591852_471694_1847613_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353984612662003602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/Sk0so3qgR5I/AAAAAAAAALc/_KgJgo1p2UM/s320/4770_1165771430275_1407591852_471694_1847613_n%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle made it three weeks ago, safely via airplane to Maryland and she has had a ball. I am so jealous of the places that she has been. One week it was a grand tour of Gettysburg then she had a tour of the White House and saw all the great monuments of Washington DC.  As you can see here, this was after the tour.  She has made some good friends there too.  But the main important thing is that she got to know her older sister better, which I am so thankful for.  And the most amazing thing is they are not enemies!  LOL!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle comes home this Saturday, I've missed her.  Not the same without her little spirit around our home.  The rest of the summer will be doing family outings, getting ready for the new school year. Etc.  Life is one big challenge after another, but what fun it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5073594323859246641?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5073594323859246641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5073594323859246641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5073594323859246641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-made-it.html' title='She Made It!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/Sk0so3qgR5I/AAAAAAAAALc/_KgJgo1p2UM/s72-c/4770_1165771430275_1407591852_471694_1847613_n%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-2008005550825943551</id><published>2009-06-11T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:14:08.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Happenings! Made me Laugh!</title><content type='html'>This week has been a little stressful, not only getting my daughter Danielle ready for her trip to Maryland but my oldest daughter Brenna and her two daughters, Kaitlyn and Kyla were off on a trip of there own to California to visit Brenna's dad for a week.  My children are everything to me, that includes my granddaughters. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't either talk to one of them, (mainly the out of state daughters) or see them.  I can honestly say that I am addicted to my grandchildren.  I know that sounds terrible, but they bring me such innocent and wonderful joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, last night (Thursday night) I had made up little bags for KD and Kyla with coloring books, crayons, cookies, my little ponies, juice, etc.  And I made up one for Brenna too of course.  This is something I did for my kids when they flew to California to visit my dad.  Anyway, KD told me thank you but Kyla was asleep.  Kyla (19 months old) called me this morning doing her jabbering to say I am sure, thank you grandma.  Then Kaitlyn called me later in the morning, from the airport.  She told me she was on the plane and she was excited.  When I talked to Brenna she said they were waiting in line but KD called it the "plane port".  I was tickled that she called me.  Then later in the day after 2:30pm Kaitlyn called me again to make sure I knew she was there and safe.  Those little calls and thoughts just warm my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sweet daughter Danielle.  She is so excited to be going on her trip, she came home, got my big suit  case, and piled her clothes in and zippered it...she was ready to go.  So tonight I sat down with her in the livingroom and we went through what she had.  Actually, she didn't do so bad.  But in her backpack, she was trying to take too much with her.  So we downsized, got her outfit together for her trip, went over basics, made sure I had her important documents together and I think we are ready.  I did get a message from her sister Raelyn, in Maryland that they have reservations for the White House on Thursday.  How exciting is that?  But I worry about all this over loading her, but I have complete confidence in her sister (Raelyn) that she will be just fine.  I am so excited for them both, to spend time together, do some fun things, etc.  I am real jealous now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-2008005550825943551?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/2008005550825943551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-happenings-made-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2008005550825943551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/2008005550825943551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-happenings-made-me-laugh.html' title='Cute Happenings! Made me Laugh!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-3440349198953654397</id><published>2009-05-29T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:30:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week from Hell...</title><content type='html'>If there ever could be a week from hell...it was this week.  I think the long weekends are harder to deal with sometimes than a regular work week.  At least in our family.  Not only does it upset the balance of Danielle here at home but it doesn't set a good tone at work for me, because I am thinking of the good times I had over the weekend or just wish I was at home lounging on the couch or actually taking a mid-day nap.  Only in my dreams.  It's Friday night and I am sitting here at my computer almost falling asleep, but felt I needed to put some words down.  I am grateful for my family and for the slack they pick up for me when I am at my lowest.  I don't know what I would do without them.  Especially when it comes to the care of Danielle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be short because I am falling asleep.  Love to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-3440349198953654397?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/3440349198953654397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-from-hell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3440349198953654397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/3440349198953654397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-from-hell.html' title='A Week from Hell...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1470614173519231171</id><published>2009-05-20T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:15:11.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FAS Angel/Danielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/ShTHBfQA_WI/AAAAAAAAALM/xNDfrPCoRZ8/s1600-h/2009+Family+Fun+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338110286723349858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/ShTHBfQA_WI/AAAAAAAAALM/xNDfrPCoRZ8/s320/2009+Family+Fun+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say a few words about my daughter Danielle. What an exceptional young lady she is. Having been choose to be her mother here on earth and for eternity has been a challenge. I knew from the day I grabbed her out of her birth mother's arms that I was in for the journey of my life. Even though my family felt otherwise, I knew. It was testified to me the weekend I was down in Texas for my sister in laws funeral. I was sitting in sacrament, holding this 4 week old angel and the spirit spoke to me so loudly that she was to be my daughter. I also knew then that there would be challenges, but I never imagined how many challenges. Her disabilities became apparent when she was around 3 years of age. We have been involved with counselors and doctors since that age. We have been up and down with so many emotional problems, different medications, even 8 months in the State Hospital in Provo. But as I look at this incredible young lady, I see a different kind of spirit from her. Not one of despair but one of hope. Even though the chips are no in her favor for her future, she has a dream, and as her mother it is my God given job to direct this special spirit daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meeting I had with her psychiatrist today, I was told she should even try driving, mainly because of her learning disabilities. But there is a future for college. There are accomodations that the colleges give for kids like her. There is also training that she can start receiving when she is 16 to help her prepare to be on her own someday, how to ride the bus, how to organize her life. She already knows how to take care of herself, she is a great cook, she cooks me breakfast sometimes. So...if anyone who reads this and knows my Danielle, you definately know how special she is. There are so many organizations that educate not only the passerby but mainly for those women who are of conceiving age, do not drink alcohol beverages during pregnancy. One drink can destroy so many brain cells creating Fetal Alcohol Syndrome kids. I ask that we all educate ourselfs and pass the information on. Also we educate ourselfs how to help these special kids and adults with this terrible life disorder. Another organization to get familier with is NAMI. There is a chapter here in Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle and I believe that knowledge is power and the power is in each one of us.&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/4801543840375673846-1470614173519231171?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1470614173519231171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fas-angeldanielle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1470614173519231171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1470614173519231171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-fas-angeldanielle.html' title='My FAS Angel/Danielle'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/ShTHBfQA_WI/AAAAAAAAALM/xNDfrPCoRZ8/s72-c/2009+Family+Fun+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-735820765015608324</id><published>2009-05-12T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:33:34.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SgowdxVc3zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HpCIlzR7N6A/s1600-h/ATV+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335129996591423282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SgowdxVc3zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HpCIlzR7N6A/s320/ATV+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What is it about "Faith" that has us as a society constantly questioning ourselfs, our abilities and especially where we are going? I should think that if we were to use our faith the worries would be less, at least my stomach wouldn't be in a constant knot. But as my youngest daughter grows up and is going through her own turmoiled times, I find that my faith is constantly shaken. I want to use my faith to know that Danielle will be fine, that she will have a long and productive life, that she will be able to make good choices. A part of me questions all that, especially when she doesn't use her common sense. But to use my faith, I need to rely on my Father in Heaven to direct not only myself, but Danielle on her journey. And I need to let go and let Jesus take the wheel (as the song goes). My newest worry is having Danielle take a four hour plane trip to Maryland to my daughter's house for two weeks. The four hours on the plane concerns me, will she be okay, will she be able to keep herself entertained, etc. I have talked to her counselor, her psychiatric doctor and it seems to me it is me that has the problem, not Danielle. That should tell me something...it's not her...it's me! So, this is where faith comes in. I just have to know that God in Heaven has a plan and I am not in control, I never was. I need to give up the reins and let someone else drive for me. That should go in every aspect of my life. With my husband, family, work, finances, etc. I know the Lord will NEVER give me anything that I can't handle. I know that Danielle is an amazing young lady.  She has overcome so much in her life, all the challenges, her disabilities and especially living with her mom.  She has this wonderful talent with art.  She can imagine anything, close her eyes, think it, then draw it.  Another gift is her song/poem writing.  I am amazed at what comes from her.  I consider myself the luckiest mom to have raised her.&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/4801543840375673846-735820765015608324?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/735820765015608324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/735820765015608324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/735820765015608324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith.html' title='Faith...'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SgowdxVc3zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HpCIlzR7N6A/s72-c/ATV+2009+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-850745939595195514</id><published>2009-04-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:07:08.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time and new beginnings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SeqVLuJj4rI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zOALBVIUirY/s1600-h/ATV+2009+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233537918263986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SeqVLuJj4rI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zOALBVIUirY/s320/ATV+2009+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SeqVLfoRAMI/AAAAAAAAADw/Deiu2kODTnI/s1600-h/ATV+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326233534020518082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SeqVLfoRAMI/AAAAAAAAADw/Deiu2kODTnI/s320/ATV+2009+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like springtime, where the winter finally wears off, the snow starts to melt and it is a joy to be outside, listening to the birds first thing in the morning when I wake up. It's a gift from God. There are other gifts of God that surround us each day. My family is one of them. I am blessed to have four beautiful daughters and two extra beautiful granddaughters. Just recently, during General Conference weekend, we took a trip out to the Knolls, out by Wendover to camp, eat, ride our ATV's and be together as a family. Mike and I have always had out big ATV and felt it was time for Danielle to have her own. So we found a 125cc 4-wheeler and we named it "shortie". At first Danielle was afraid to even get on our monster (we have a Polaris 800 Touring) but she got her gear on and mastered the beast. Then she got on shortie and she never looked back. That coming from a girl with hardly any self confidence. That trip we took our oldest grandaughter, Kaitlyn, with us. She was afraid to get on with grandma but by Sunday she was strapped to me, sitting in front of me with her helmet and gear on having the time of her life. Those moments are so much more cherished than sitting in front of a TV and not enjoying life. The following weekend we decided that Danielle needed more practice time on "Shortie" so we went up to Farmington Canyon with my husband, his brother and Danielle's cousin Shaun. She was doing great until she decided to follow her cousin up a steep hill, she hit a boulder and lost control, toppled over, and her 4-wheeler landed on top of her. I was scared half to death. I drove back to the parking lot to get my car, picked her up and took her to McKay-Dee in Ogden. Nothing bad, she just sprained her knee...doing great and ready to get back up on "Shortie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When something like that happens it jerks us back to reality about how precious our family is and what they mean to us. I thank God everyday it wasn't anything serious, I actually thought she might have broken her leg, but luckily no. It's also a good reminder to slow down. That's what I love about riding our ATV. Freedom to feel the wind through my hair, to have my husband in front of me, it's special time for him and I. When our daughter Danielle was in the hospital last summer, we bought the ATV to give us something to do, and that machine has brought our marriage together even more. We have always been close, we have been through so many hard times and trials, but we have always been able to stay close to each other. Yes, it's hard being married to a truck driver, especially when he can be gone for up to two weeks at a time but somehow, through everything, we remain true to each other.&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/4801543840375673846-850745939595195514?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/850745939595195514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time-and-new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/850745939595195514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/850745939595195514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time-and-new-beginnings.html' title='Spring time and new beginnings!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SeqVLuJj4rI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zOALBVIUirY/s72-c/ATV+2009+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-7174530202057506881</id><published>2009-03-24T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:20:40.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f444d324d4445354d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Happy Easter Everyone!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f444d324d4445354d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-7174530202057506881?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/7174530202057506881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-smilebox-greeting_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/7174530202057506881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/7174530202057506881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-smilebox-greeting_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-6552268191618332904</id><published>2009-03-15T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:38:06.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Good Times Roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/Sb27fOt5rhI/AAAAAAAAADo/FvY1m57N8ik/s1600-h/ATV+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313609280568012306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/Sb27fOt5rhI/AAAAAAAAADo/FvY1m57N8ik/s320/ATV+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family...it's that group of people you love to hang around with. It's the people who love you for who and what you are. It's where we feel secure when we are away from the everyday stresses and worries. It's that group of people you call at the last minute and say "what are you doing for dinner" or "hey, let's go four wheeling." That is what we did yesterday. Mike and I got together with our favorite family members and went down to "Five Mile Pass" and drove those trails. It was a gorgeous day, started out cold but within a couple of hours we were taking off our snow gear and just enjoyed the sun, the breeze and family. This one of the things we love to do together, whenever my husband is home we all get together and hit the trails. There is nothing more freeing and exilerating than riding the trails on a mountain side. Mike and I have a wedding anniversary tradition, we take three days off during our annivesary week and go camping up Logan Canyon, Left hand fork, and ride all through those trails, dutch oven cook, spend time alone, then on friday night comes Don and Irene (Mike's brother and my sister in law) and we do a big trail trip on Saturday. We have that set again this year. Then in August is our big family campout where my side of the family and Mike's side get together for the weekend and have lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family...that is where peace comes from, it's that little bit of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-6552268191618332904?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/6552268191618332904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-good-times-roll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6552268191618332904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/6552268191618332904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-good-times-roll.html' title='Let the Good Times Roll!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/Sb27fOt5rhI/AAAAAAAAADo/FvY1m57N8ik/s72-c/ATV+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-910625950432117226</id><published>2009-03-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:26:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time In a Bottle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SbhykHJpWUI/AAAAAAAAADg/xa_8WstWTck/s1600-h/Christmas+08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312121725203863874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SbhykHJpWUI/AAAAAAAAADg/xa_8WstWTck/s320/Christmas+08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I ever discussed my husband's occupation? No? Well, first and foremost, he is a long haul truck driver. He has always drove some kind of truck all his life. First with UPS, then out own trucking company (DMD Trucking) now with Miller Brothers out of Hyrum Utah. After we got married, I had asked Mike what his dream was. He said he wanted to own his own trucking company. I said let's do it! We did just that. I drove with him (he taught me how to drive a big rig) and we took Danielle with us, home schooled her on the road. We saw a lot of country and had some of the best times together. It's a good thing he taught me to drive because one time he was so sick down in Mesquite, NV that Brenna drove me down there so I can drive the rig home. I didn't have my license then and it was scarey going through a port of entry. He said from the bed in the back to just go in and act like you own the place. I did, the officer didn't look over the books too closely and I was on my way. I did pretty good, got him home in one piece. Of course Brenna was following close behind me. Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting thing about being married to a truck driver is the time spent apart. In the beginning...he was home every 4-5 days and home 2 days, then back out again. It was something I could count on. Now as the years go by, his routes get longer. This last trip was to Tennesse, Arkansa, Texas, Arizona then home. Just a day under 2 weeks apart. Why am I talking about this? Because just like my title "Time in a Bottle" the small amount of time we are together is just that...TIME! And it is so precious. There is no time to argue, to be petty about the small stuff, to sit across the room from each other while watching TV. The time is spent sitting close to each other, holding hands, just being together. We cook together, talk, go visit his family together. Then it's back on the road again. Yes, it is hard but it brings eternity into perspective, I may not spend much time with him on this side of the veil, I will spend a lot of time with him on the other side. For some reason it works. So we should not take each other for granted because we never know when it will be our last time with each other. We try hard, and it's worth it.  He will be back on the road again in a couple of days, and so begins the cycle again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-910625950432117226?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/910625950432117226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-in-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/910625950432117226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/910625950432117226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-in-bottle.html' title='Time In a Bottle!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SbhykHJpWUI/AAAAAAAAADg/xa_8WstWTck/s72-c/Christmas+08+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-5239727056294605323</id><published>2009-03-10T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:24:29.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4445794d6a45354e513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Happy St. Patrick's Day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4445794d6a45354e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-5239727056294605323?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/5239727056294605323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-smilebox-greeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5239727056294605323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/5239727056294605323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-smilebox-greeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-8248259179085186730</id><published>2009-03-10T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:49:07.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplify Life!</title><content type='html'>Even though I work a full time job, and I am exhausted when I get home, there is something to be said about simplifying my life and those life's of my family.  Which would include a meal in my crockpot, soups and stews are my husbands favorite.  Save laundry for a specific day, give certain chores to my teenager and yes, when the grandkids are over they have a little responsibility, even if it is cleaning up after themselfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Anne Morrow Lindbergh's book, Gift of the Sea, she states: "I mean to lead a simple life, to choose a simple shell I can carry easily, like a hermit crab."  But in that same paragraph she states that she can't because of the demands of her husband, children, her roles as a wife and mother, but it is her journey to find a way to make it happen.  That is the journey I am constantly on, evolving myself into a different version of what I was in a different season many years ago.  I find my spirituality is excelling with each new day, my love for nature, my love for my family, grows each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a good read for the future, I would recommend Lindbergh's book "Gift of the Sea".  Very good and insightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-8248259179085186730?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/8248259179085186730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplify-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8248259179085186730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/8248259179085186730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplify-life.html' title='Simplify Life!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4801543840375673846.post-1827073340593702634</id><published>2009-03-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:49:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awesome Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SbXVGdsh9iI/AAAAAAAAACg/ffOtZDSncdo/s1600-h/IMGP1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385642580702754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SbXVGdsh9iI/AAAAAAAAACg/ffOtZDSncdo/s320/IMGP1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had another blog about my battle with Fibromyalgia, but instead of dwelling on the negative in my life, I want to turn around and focus on what is good and positive in my life. And if no one reads this, at least I know my family will read this and get some enjoyment...I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost I want to talk about my wonderful husband...Mike. Here is a man who married me knowing I had four daughters, and one of those daughters with a mental handicap. But knowing that he took that challenge and he has been the biggest blessing to my family. We married June 20, 2002, Mike adopted Danielle legally two years after that then two years later took all of us to the Temple to be sealed for all time and eternity. Not only has he been there for me and Danielle but he has been a great dad to the rest of my daughters along with being a great grandpa. He has a love for the great outdoors, he is the one that got me interested in camping, fishing, and most of all ATV'ing. We both love to dance (which is how we met). He is my best friend, my eternal companion. He has one of the hardest jobs (in my opinion) he is a long haul truck driver and the time we have together is far and few, but it makes those times we have together that much more sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are my daughters, Brenna who is married to Jason, they have two beautiful daughters, Kaitlyn (almost 5) and Kyla (16 months). Then there is Ashley who lives in California and then there is Raelyn and her husband Mitch. They live in Pennsylvania (too far for me, miss them much). Then there is Danielle who is 14 and still at home. She is our special child. That will be another post at another time. Then I have three step sons and two daughters in laws. First is Adam and Jill, then Kyle then Jared and Stephanie. They bring a richness into my life. The funny thing is that I knew Kyle before I knew his dad. He and Adam sang in the same choral group in Ogden that my daughters Brenna and Ashley sang in. Little did I know I would be part of their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing that brings me more joy than my family. I can loose every material possession that I own but I know I will not loose my family. A perfect day to me is when it is cold outside, having my granddaughters over, running around my place and just soaking up their laughter. Or when our whole family gathers together for a birthday. Nothing could be better. To me that is what Heaven is going to be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4801543840375673846-1827073340593702634?l=hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/feeds/1827073340593702634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-awesome-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1827073340593702634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4801543840375673846/posts/default/1827073340593702634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanginwiththehess.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-awesome-family.html' title='My Awesome Family!'/><author><name>Mike and Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOIsyX_GPQ8/SbXVGdsh9iI/AAAAAAAAACg/ffOtZDSncdo/s72-c/IMGP1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
