tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74623223259215522132011-11-27T16:38:17.629-08:00Alex and Patricia Davila Families historyPatriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.comBlogger1491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-83588681507424974602011-07-10T09:18:00.000-07:002011-07-10T09:21:23.329-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sk-ScVyq-8/ThnRR68ozwI/AAAAAAAABW4/WOwzoGu41-U/s1600/DSCN6466%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759315187715842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sk-ScVyq-8/ThnRR68ozwI/AAAAAAAABW4/WOwzoGu41-U/s320/DSCN6466%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" /></a> Sarai Granduated<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9MJ9YtF5jB8/ThnRRzWj7dI/AAAAAAAABWw/7csKHbl145Q/s1600/DSCN6465%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759313148964306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9MJ9YtF5jB8/ThnRRzWj7dI/AAAAAAAABWw/7csKHbl145Q/s320/DSCN6465%2B%2528Small%2529.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Grandpa and Grandma Boat came.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-8358868150742497460?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-51345810945505914302011-02-07T12:27:00.000-08:002011-02-07T12:28:54.452-08:00Just found out I will get the money for collage spring quarter. I regester for classes March 8. very excited.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5134581094550591430?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-85257235061322314422010-09-04T10:49:00.000-07:002010-09-04T10:55:54.229-07:00Steven, Tina, Mike and me with our parents<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TIKHGt6xKJI/AAAAAAAABV0/JWuagTkgqN8/s1600/DSCN4993.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT:<br /><br /> left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513117443329960082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TIKHGt6xKJI/AAAAAAAABV0/JWuagTkgqN8/s320/DSCN4993.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>L to R back. <br /><br />Patty, Tina, Mike Front row</div><div>Todd, Shiela, Steven </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TIKHFwVr2yI/AAAAAAAABVs/fyKd3jB5Hew/s1600/DSCN4992.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: <br /><br />left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513117426799860514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TIKHFwVr2yI/AAAAAAAABVs/fyKd3jB5Hew/s320/DSCN4992.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Aunt Lona's Choir.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TIKHFqsMs1I/AAAAAAAABVk/2Fs65BYj9xU/s1600/DSCN4978.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT:<br /><br /> left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513117425283674962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TIKHFqsMs1I/AAAAAAAABVk/2Fs65BYj9xU/s320/DSCN4978.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-8525723506132231442?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-81208696395285559252010-08-21T11:09:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:36:19.695-07:00So these are my three girls with their cousin Ruthie Cabezas. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/THAWv_jkG3I/AAAAAAAABU8/eUF5zBjgh_w/s1600/RSCN4246.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927358044380018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/THAWv_jkG3I/AAAAAAAABU8/eUF5zBjgh_w/s320/RSCN4246.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>They haven't been together in such a long time<br />it was nice to get to visit with her in Cali just </div><div>recently. Isn't she just beautiful (the tallest one.)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-8120869639528555925?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-18402268056932277602010-07-29T20:20:00.000-07:002010-07-29T20:34:41.803-07:00Me and Annika took a trip to tacoma and played at Dash Point beach.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGtM8YpQI/AAAAAAAABUk/Yj1P23g72n8/s1600/DSCN3852.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499535837355353346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGtM8YpQI/AAAAAAAABUk/Yj1P23g72n8/s320/DSCN3852.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGsdO_aXI/AAAAAAAABUc/4LsaJhEqJIs/s1600/building+a+sand+castle+before+Dargo+got+to+it..JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499535824548489586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGsdO_aXI/AAAAAAAABUc/4LsaJhEqJIs/s320/building+a+sand+castle+before+Dargo+got+to+it..JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGrAAYz2I/AAAAAAAABUE/cGDiISpB-J0/s1600/0727101639-00.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499535799522742114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGrAAYz2I/AAAAAAAABUE/cGDiISpB-J0/s320/0727101639-00.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGr46qRjI/AAAAAAAABUU/_YrRfpFrFv4/s1600/Artic+Fox+2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499535814799541810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGr46qRjI/AAAAAAAABUU/_YrRfpFrFv4/s320/Artic+Fox+2.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGrczoFII/AAAAAAAABUM/otWJgAGBebc/s1600/0728101130-00+(Large).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499535807253845122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TFJGrczoFII/AAAAAAAABUM/otWJgAGBebc/s320/0728101130-00+(Large).jpg" /></a> Artic Fox.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Then we spent the next day at Point Defiance Zoo where the brand new tiger cubs made their zoo debute. It was awesome. </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1840226805693227760?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-53046097258426670692010-06-26T11:11:00.000-07:002010-06-26T11:17:17.925-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TCZDKS-WS9I/AAAAAAAABT8/sx4k_L3bIoA/s1600/DSCN3651.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487147040168627154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TCZDKS-WS9I/AAAAAAAABT8/sx4k_L3bIoA/s320/DSCN3651.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>we went to a movie and then to ice cream</div><div>we saw Alice in Wonderland and loved it.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5304609725842667069?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-32810486087117306722010-06-17T08:09:00.000-07:002010-06-17T08:21:37.930-07:00Mr. Johnston and Annika<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7VxJuHbI/AAAAAAAABTs/xTUd3rhoATE/s1600/DSCN3552.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760741434400178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7VxJuHbI/AAAAAAAABTs/xTUd3rhoATE/s320/DSCN3552.JPG" /></a> (teacher) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mr. McMillian and Annika (principal)<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7VJtZzZI/AAAAAAAABTk/kKkwGBvTeCA/s1600/DSCN3559.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px;left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760730846645650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7VJtZzZI/AAAAAAAABTk/kKkwGBvTeCA/s320/DSCN3559.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br />Annika is such a ham.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7Ume7dpI/AAAAAAAABTc/TRwWxnr0qLU/s1600/DSCN3550.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px;left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760721390696082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7Ume7dpI/AAAAAAAABTc/TRwWxnr0qLU/s320/DSCN3550.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />Yummy!<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7UOH7dKI/AAAAAAAABTU/Vi1V6fDCj6k/s1600/DSCN3569.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760714851775650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/TBo7UOH7dKI/AAAAAAAABTU/Vi1V6fDCj6k/s320/DSCN3569.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br />Annika's 5th grade graduation from Hough Elementry School.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3281048608711730672?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-71607490015028317042010-05-04T11:35:00.000-07:002010-05-04T11:42:40.742-07:00My business card to tell other people<br />where to find my book. I even put an<br />email address to they can give me some<br />feed back if they wish too.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S-BqGj2WJCI/AAAAAAAABS8/otEZepCfR68/s1600/DSCN3336.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467486608562725922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S-BqGj2WJCI/AAAAAAAABS8/otEZepCfR68/s320/DSCN3336.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7160749001502831704?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-65537841861438682032010-02-20T23:19:00.000-08:002010-02-20T23:27:52.189-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DfmuHbcCI/AAAAAAAABS0/m1hyA0SzkzA/s1600-h/Me+with+baby+Brady+Milchael+Allen+Boat.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594206170771490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DfmuHbcCI/AAAAAAAABS0/m1hyA0SzkzA/s320/Me+with+baby+Brady+Milchael+Allen+Boat.JPG" /></a> met my new baby nephew today. Brady Michael Allen Boat. With his older brother Brenden.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DfmJlVvfI/AAAAAAAABSs/mOb0Du0nd5M/s1600-h/oh+those+eyes..JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594196364115442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DfmJlVvfI/AAAAAAAABSs/mOb0Du0nd5M/s320/oh+those+eyes..JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sweet Baby Brady again.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DflrjsqPI/AAAAAAAABSk/2x5DRFBYrmY/s1600-h/Brady+Michael+Allen+Boat.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594188304165106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DflrjsqPI/AAAAAAAABSk/2x5DRFBYrmY/s320/Brady+Michael+Allen+Boat.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DflD1XjcI/AAAAAAAABSc/-8QGWZR6y2Y/s1600-h/Brady+and+Jared..JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594177640861122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DflD1XjcI/AAAAAAAABSc/-8QGWZR6y2Y/s320/Brady+and+Jared..JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DfklL81OI/AAAAAAAABSU/AD7z09XvH0Q/s1600-h/Ann,+Greg+and+their+boys.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440594169414079714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S4DfklL81OI/AAAAAAAABSU/AD7z09XvH0Q/s320/Ann,+Greg+and+their+boys.JPG" /></a> Brady and Jared home from Iraq, my other nephew. Handsome couple huh. And last but not least Daddy and mommie my baby brother Greg.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6553784186143868203?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-72493629079769063192010-02-17T17:55:00.000-08:002010-02-17T18:01:14.454-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3ye8kXNTGI/AAAAAAAABSM/w-7mTr7hv6I/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439397213347073122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3ye8kXNTGI/AAAAAAAABSM/w-7mTr7hv6I/s320/DSCN0186.JPG" /></a> we made chocolates today.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3ye8N58a4I/AAAAAAAABSE/dv-_9gzc1Es/s1600-h/DSCN0187.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439397207318752130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3ye8N58a4I/AAAAAAAABSE/dv-_9gzc1Es/s320/DSCN0187.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sarai is a pro at this now. She has done it for three years for a fund raiser with her young womans group to raise money to pay for Girls camp.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3ye7pCdajI/AAAAAAAABR8/KK6J31_rXQ4/s1600-h/DSCN0180.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439397197422357042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3ye7pCdajI/AAAAAAAABR8/KK6J31_rXQ4/s320/DSCN0180.JPG" /></a> These were just for our family though.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7249362907976906319?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-71807962320242362902010-02-17T06:51:00.000-08:002010-02-17T06:54:10.939-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3wCy3BcEMI/AAAAAAAABR0/vPzTpgStot8/s1600-h/HPIM6338.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439225522743414978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3wCy3BcEMI/AAAAAAAABR0/vPzTpgStot8/s320/HPIM6338.JPG" /></a> New baby nephew, Brady Michael Allen Boat<br />With his Daddy and Mommy my brother Greg and his wife Ann. What a cute family.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3wCyGn_LwI/AAAAAAAABRs/CVUEeNuLTUE/s1600-h/HPIM6336.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439225509751762690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/S3wCyGn_LwI/AAAAAAAABRs/CVUEeNuLTUE/s320/HPIM6336.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7180796232024236290?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-20384470676726212382009-11-11T00:01:00.000-08:002009-11-11T00:03:22.028-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Svpvcq9QSUI/AAAAAAAABPg/HsT66ScXNaA/s1600-h/got+my+first+books..JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402753241342560578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Svpvcq9QSUI/AAAAAAAABPg/HsT66ScXNaA/s400/got+my+first+books..JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>PublishAmerica.com. online bookstore. search<br />window. Patty Boat. you can order it there.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2038447067672621238?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-43996306130863667332009-11-02T12:02:00.000-08:002009-11-02T12:10:26.003-08:00Denise, Zach, Karter &amp; Sarai<br />Homecoming 2009<br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su87QOjGd5I/AAAAAAAABPA/A7P5HMFkl2s/s1600-h/Homecoming+pictures+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399599628209780626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su87QOjGd5I/AAAAAAAABPA/A7P5HMFkl2s/s200/Homecoming+pictures+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su88Cqf6GoI/AAAAAAAABPI/j3oq4ii-r7g/s1600-h/Homecoming+pictures+003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600494706039426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su88Cqf6GoI/AAAAAAAABPI/j3oq4ii-r7g/s200/Homecoming+pictures+003.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Tooth Paste comercial</div><div> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su88DlxexVI/AAAAAAAABPY/30j9s6EPxQ4/s1600-h/Homecoming+pictures+006.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600510617437522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su88DlxexVI/AAAAAAAABPY/30j9s6EPxQ4/s200/Homecoming+pictures+006.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su88DGSnlbI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nwfc-K-zafo/s1600-h/Homecoming+pictures+005.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399600502166492594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Su88DGSnlbI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nwfc-K-zafo/s200/Homecoming+pictures+005.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4399630613086366733?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-61907996894447846052009-09-24T09:37:00.000-07:002009-09-24T09:39:48.781-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SrugjJFERFI/AAAAAAAABO4/7oZg-XBfn3I/s1600-h/CIMG7657.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385074305044595794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SrugjJFERFI/AAAAAAAABO4/7oZg-XBfn3I/s400/CIMG7657.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Denise's first Elephant ears. she likes them. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6190799689444784605?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-13319380717699351982009-09-03T11:59:00.000-07:002009-09-03T12:03:05.388-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SqASLh5ekAI/AAAAAAAABOg/vzymebWMADw/s1600-h/Sept.+2+our+first+meeting..JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377317944367681538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SqASLh5ekAI/AAAAAAAABOg/vzymebWMADw/s320/Sept.+2+our+first+meeting..JPG" /></a> This is my family without our son of course. We are at PDX picking up Denise Reiner the blond. She is living with us for the school year. Denise is from Germany and her cousin is a friend of ours from church. She is a sweet girl who so far doesn't eat much. Taken Sept. 2, 2009. We went out to lunch after picking her up it was nice.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1331938071769935198?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-14402983177280133552009-05-26T20:17:00.000-07:002009-05-26T20:21:31.449-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShyxUdlcwfI/AAAAAAAABN4/RaWbPQ1GF_w/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340338223251767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShyxUdlcwfI/AAAAAAAABN4/RaWbPQ1GF_w/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShyxUa5XKPI/AAAAAAAABNw/N-n18VI2JDw/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340338222529980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShyxUa5XKPI/AAAAAAAABNw/N-n18VI2JDw/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my Annika at her best.</div><div> We made our hats. Don't we look lovely.</div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1440298317728013355?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-61390909182926376812009-05-25T12:57:00.000-07:002009-05-25T13:02:52.618-07:00Do you see the difference a year ago &amp; today<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Shr4mOxVEMI/AAAAAAAABNo/1e1AG8C5GkQ/s1600-h/IMG_2004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339853643884859586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Shr4mOxVEMI/AAAAAAAABNo/1e1AG8C5GkQ/s200/IMG_2004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Shr4lyuj2iI/AAAAAAAABNg/BwvZT5DwdaY/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339853636357052962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Shr4lyuj2iI/AAAAAAAABNg/BwvZT5DwdaY/s200/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6139090918292637681?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-48959657309212490672009-05-25T10:19:00.000-07:002009-05-25T10:26:44.531-07:00<div> The Spirit of Portland 2001<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTw6pelNI/AAAAAAAABNA/7Bg-p8JC77E/s1600-h/10+years+with+Panasonic+2001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339813145531552978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTw6pelNI/AAAAAAAABNA/7Bg-p8JC77E/s200/10+years+with+Panasonic+2001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>Me and Alex on the dinner<br />cruise for being at Panasonic<br />for 10 years.<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxDmXBsI/AAAAAAAABNI/SjRhiX3lMVU/s1600-h/image2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339813147934394050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxDmXBsI/AAAAAAAABNI/SjRhiX3lMVU/s200/image2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxDmXBsI/AAAAAAAABNI/SjRhiX3lMVU/s1600-h/image2.jpg"></a></div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Having dinner and driving the ship<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxWJY-oI/AAAAAAAABNQ/cMIoqx2IG40/s1600-h/image0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339813152913160834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxWJY-oI/AAAAAAAABNQ/cMIoqx2IG40/s200/image0.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxtjLAeI/AAAAAAAABNY/PURwzvuiBx0/s1600-h/image3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339813159195312610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxtjLAeI/AAAAAAAABNY/PURwzvuiBx0/s200/image3.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/ShrTxDmXBsI/AAAAAAAABNI/SjRhiX3lMVU/s1600-h/image2.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4895965730921249067?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-78296162681278668592009-05-24T23:00:00.000-07:002009-05-24T23:05:40.046-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sho0U9bxRsI/AAAAAAAABM4/0n-iJ5F2apE/s1600-h/Pike+Market+Seattle+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339637842894210754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sho0U9bxRsI/AAAAAAAABM4/0n-iJ5F2apE/s200/Pike+Market+Seattle+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>With the Fremont Trolll Under the bridge Seatttle.<br />With my sistr Tina on our Day Saturday. It was</div><div>a perfect day for a Daycation.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7829616268127866859?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-40142224790147763152009-05-24T22:53:00.000-07:002009-05-24T22:57:58.383-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Shoyj2XDyYI/AAAAAAAABMw/okU_LMskZN8/s1600-h/Missionary+Picture.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339635899670186370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Shoyj2XDyYI/AAAAAAAABMw/okU_LMskZN8/s200/Missionary+Picture.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sean met with the Stake President today.<br />His mission papers are on their way to<br />Salt Lake City, Utah. It will be about<br />two or three weeks now before we hear<br />where in the world he will be serving the<br />Lord as a missionary. Where do you<br />think he will go?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4014222479014776315?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-14426842280503018452009-05-15T09:07:00.000-07:002009-05-15T09:11:51.326-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sg2TZXISLFI/AAAAAAAABMo/lgz6veWeNjQ/s1600-h/my+new+dresser.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083197418679378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sg2TZXISLFI/AAAAAAAABMo/lgz6veWeNjQ/s400/my+new+dresser.JPG" border="0" /></a> My husband baught this and a mans one (high-boy) for $30.00 from a man from his work.<br />It took several days to get the bookself and all the stuff on it moved from this spot so I can put up my new dresser. I love it.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1442684228050301845?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-38920496357642682522009-05-11T23:19:00.000-07:002009-05-11T23:27:02.723-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SgkVWE2l5OI/AAAAAAAABMg/PnPIQB-UtEk/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334818702601086178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SgkVWE2l5OI/AAAAAAAABMg/PnPIQB-UtEk/s200/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334818488985096466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SgkVJpEkkRI/AAAAAAAABMY/jncM0Ff_ecg/s200/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" />These are my latest treasures I got in the mail from my Auntie in Utah. She was packing up her house to move and put these things in the mail for me. The little trees come apart into seperat peases. The other picture is a tiny saw. cool huh. I love so much getting bits and pieces of my family history in the mail sometimes it gets me very excited I mean it truely. I also got pages of his original poems some of which are in his own handwriting. Cool huh.<br /><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3892049635764268252?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-10548621105737830722009-05-09T06:37:00.000-07:002009-05-09T06:47:01.687-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SgWHaSD3GuI/AAAAAAAABMI/4fwdN-2S8sc/s1600-h/Roadshow+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333818219284601570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SgWHaSD3GuI/AAAAAAAABMI/4fwdN-2S8sc/s400/Roadshow+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All the youth at church are given 3 weeks to come up with, practice, and preform a skit. The theme was. "Be an example unto the believers" Our kids did such a good job. They did a take off of West Side Story and called it West Stake Story. It was fun. They preformed it twice in one night in two buildings. Hence the name Roadshow. I was worried at first that it wouldn't come together but it did and was great. My girls were wonderful. And Sean was asked to step in for another boy Thursday night and the preformance was Friday night. He's actully to old for this now. The youth do Roadshow about every 6 years and its a blast when they get to do it. It was fun to be a part of. I was incharge of the scenes (Props) Fun stuff.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1054862110573783072?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-27486937408382302892009-03-28T07:13:00.000-07:002009-03-28T07:18:28.324-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sc4w2bLnSII/AAAAAAAABLI/4cZTCGQnFS8/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318241921538672770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sc4w2bLnSII/AAAAAAAABLI/4cZTCGQnFS8/s200/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This group of brave souls are</div><div>heading up to Mt. Hood to camp</div><div>in the snow. They are going to </div><div>dig out snow caves and climb inside</div><div>to sleep. They say it's actully warmer</div><div>inside the cave than outside. Yea, this</div><div>isn't for me. Sarai is very excited this </div><div>will be her first camping trip to the </div><div>snow. she's in front with VSAA on her</div><div>leg. she does look cute though, huh.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2748693740838230289?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-58947302482436549862009-03-16T09:18:00.000-07:002009-03-16T09:24:29.778-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb58J71gqAI/AAAAAAAABKA/pM5B1tQ-LQE/s1600-h/Lee,+Donna,+Edwin+%26+Sally.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821120466561026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb58J71gqAI/AAAAAAAABKA/pM5B1tQ-LQE/s320/Lee,+Donna,+Edwin+%26+Sally.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb58FAZtXVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ydpy8s_b-Kc/s1600-h/Sally,+Lee,+Edwin+%26+Donna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821035792784722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb58FAZtXVI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ydpy8s_b-Kc/s320/Sally,+Lee,+Edwin+%26+Donna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br />Ok so these are the latest pictures I got. the oldest girl in both is my mother and the little blond is her younger sister my Aunt Donna, who by the way still has that same color of hair. the woman is Donna's mother Lee and my Grandpa Edwin Martin. It looks like they were taking a trip somewhere huh. Mom doesn't look to happy in the first pic. I noticed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5894730248243654986?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-1176390864751291572009-03-15T10:33:00.000-07:002009-03-15T10:41:30.034-07:00Ok so this is me in Augest of 2008 with my <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb08RMSl7iI/AAAAAAAABJQ/aRNjgWvmUts/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313469401421704738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb08RMSl7iI/AAAAAAAABJQ/aRNjgWvmUts/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Auntie and this is me today. do you see<br />a difference. Size wise, i mean. I've lost<br />18 lbs in the last two months, can you tell?<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb08ellbElI/AAAAAAAABJY/UfRKOY5hwaw/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb08sOrlVJI/AAAAAAAABJg/LIJcD1iA_YA/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313469865919861906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/Sb08sOrlVJI/AAAAAAAABJg/LIJcD1iA_YA/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SLxJJelXdxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2jNADF16Mgk/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-117639086475129157?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-38975864245168769502009-03-07T18:14:00.000-08:002009-03-07T18:21:36.766-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbMqZzTwREI/AAAAAAAABJI/zdITgmFqcNs/s1600-h/image20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310635008358106178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbMqZzTwREI/AAAAAAAABJI/zdITgmFqcNs/s320/image20.jpg" border="0" /></a> We took this in 1988 in the main post office<br /> in Lima, Peru. This was while I'm still thin.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3897586424516876950?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-18266287925503482232009-03-07T18:09:00.000-08:002009-03-07T18:14:13.694-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbMo-MjGKUI/AAAAAAAABI4/B4Ux6lm1zv0/s1600-h/image21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310633434585377090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbMo-MjGKUI/AAAAAAAABI4/B4Ux6lm1zv0/s320/image21.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just found this picture again. It was taken<br />in Aug. 2001. Alex and I got to ride the river<br />paddle boat the Portland Spirit. He had been<br />with Panasonic for 10 years and this was where<br />they had their 10 year dinner. It was so cool<br />we even got to drive the boat.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310634301113276578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbMpwoncmKI/AAAAAAAABJA/eG38Q7WLeLQ/s320/image1.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1826628792550348223?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-73887678269404009972009-03-06T09:31:00.000-08:002009-03-06T09:35:40.032-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbFeLzEdZ7I/AAAAAAAABIo/RpgqzPgzqb0/s1600-h/Crazy+Hair+day+2009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310128992427009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbFeLzEdZ7I/AAAAAAAABIo/RpgqzPgzqb0/s320/Crazy+Hair+day+2009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Spirit Week!<br /> Crazy Hair Day 2009<br />This is my Gillian she is 12 and had been sick for three days but realy wanted to be well enough<br />to go to school for this day. She went to school with the rags still in half her hair. Cute huh. She still had a little curl after her shower that night. Her hair hold the curl well. Yea her.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7388767826940400997?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-79039171098559224942009-03-06T09:28:00.000-08:002009-03-06T09:31:00.616-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbFdbwzMroI/AAAAAAAABIg/2M7_9LVE0m4/s1600-h/me+DJ+and+Kate.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310128167184019074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SbFdbwzMroI/AAAAAAAABIg/2M7_9LVE0m4/s200/me+DJ+and+Kate.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and my friends on DJ's birthday. We had a little party for her at my house.<br />It was fun. DJ is of course the princess in the middle and Kate is next to her. We<br />had fun.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7903917109855922494?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-47629956628796563172009-03-02T23:12:00.000-08:002009-03-02T23:17:48.959-08:00So I have gotten into family history lately and just finished typing up my grandmother personal history. Although is was just a chunk of her life, but it was a fun part. I discovered that she quit school just shy of her senior year to marry my Grandfather. But she tried to go back later and get it. Grandpa was drafted and she had to follow by bus. What an amazing time they lived in and what an amzing life to read about. I'd like to be there in the past and record all that I witnessed of there lives first hand. Wow! Family history can be such an adventure. Discover something new about someone in your family and have fun doing it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4762995662879656317?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-61196396793716701152009-02-12T00:28:00.000-08:002009-02-12T00:32:01.584-08:00Gillian and me tonight at New Beginnings.<br />Mom's told what made their daughters the Treasures<br />of their hearts. And is she ever a treasure to me.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZPeHC3g1JI/AAAAAAAABF4/EYYC9QrVOJk/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301825398955365522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZPeHC3g1JI/AAAAAAAABF4/EYYC9QrVOJk/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZPeHMjHCvI/AAAAAAAABGA/MprI9Kflg9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301825401554143986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZPeHMjHCvI/AAAAAAAABGA/MprI9Kflg9Q/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6119639679371670115?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-72762740165240595782009-02-10T11:15:00.001-08:002009-02-10T11:16:50.453-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZHSecLnHBI/AAAAAAAABFw/cOEruFCcchk/s1600-h/with+the+daisy%27s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301249656794586130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZHSecLnHBI/AAAAAAAABFw/cOEruFCcchk/s200/with+the+daisy%27s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Patty, Tina, Todd (sitting) Mike and<br />baby Shiela. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7276274016524059578?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-45851770851346019832009-02-10T11:13:00.000-08:002009-02-10T11:14:36.724-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZHR62JVfRI/AAAAAAAABFo/9pb4LYIZiTE/s1600-h/Marcie,+Mike,+Tina+%26+Grandma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301249045289073938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZHR62JVfRI/AAAAAAAABFo/9pb4LYIZiTE/s200/Marcie,+Mike,+Tina+%26+Grandma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aunt Marcie, Mike, Tina and Grandma<br />camping on the rough river</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4585177085134601983?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-69898179957725144302009-02-10T11:09:00.000-08:002009-02-10T11:13:04.647-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZHRhKMK4WI/AAAAAAAABFg/sQkm5xFo02s/s1600-h/Linda+and+me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301248603993071970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SZHRhKMK4WI/AAAAAAAABFg/sQkm5xFo02s/s200/Linda+and+me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I look to be about 5 or 6 that<br />means linda is around 15. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6989817995772514430?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-17957171095805327442009-02-05T12:00:00.000-08:002009-02-05T12:02:11.835-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtFiHIjhXI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qWFURkwjh6I/s1600-h/Me+and+my+Dad+Aug.+21+1987.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299405838864319858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtFiHIjhXI/AAAAAAAABFQ/qWFURkwjh6I/s200/Me+and+my+Dad+Aug.+21+1987.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I was going through old albums<br />and found all these pictures. I love</div><div>this one of me and my Dad on my</div><div>wedding day. aug 21, 1987</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1795717109580532744?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-42430715524517221042009-02-05T11:58:00.000-08:002009-02-05T12:00:17.550-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtE-6PRs1I/AAAAAAAABFI/R_qM4p2L59c/s1600-h/My+first+Ski+trip+1987.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299405234107429714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtE-6PRs1I/AAAAAAAABFI/R_qM4p2L59c/s200/My+first+Ski+trip+1987.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My roommates and I went crosscountry skiing<br />it was my first time. I look good don't I. Winter 1987</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4243071552451722104?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-79673348712247855962009-02-05T11:56:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:58:16.135-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtEhvDbIdI/AAAAAAAABFA/HsJrnkwH8aY/s1600-h/Steve+and+Me+spring+break+Van.+Wa.1987.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299404732888719826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtEhvDbIdI/AAAAAAAABFA/HsJrnkwH8aY/s200/Steve+and+Me+spring+break+Van.+Wa.1987.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This is Steven he is one of my<br />youngest brothers. He came to<br />Van. in 1987 when his school<br />was on Spring Break and spent<br />a week with me. It was cool </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7967334871224785596?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-68504623660575018172009-02-05T11:52:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:54:38.725-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtDjJOs8EI/AAAAAAAABE4/jX61bOnefKo/s1600-h/My+%2434.00+suit+the+most+I%27d+ever+spent+on+one+outfit+1986.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299403657583587394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtDjJOs8EI/AAAAAAAABE4/jX61bOnefKo/s200/My+%2434.00+suit+the+most+I%27d+ever+spent+on+one+outfit+1986.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This was the first suit I ever<br />bought for myself. it cost me<br />$34.00 at Nordstrum Rack.<br />My roommate Belinda helped<br />me pick it out. I loved it very<br />much. Don't know what ever<br />happened to it. taken 1986</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6850462366057501817?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-49104015469950863372009-02-05T11:50:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:52:16.521-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtDGkpMgeI/AAAAAAAABEw/BsKJ-B9zE-Q/s1600-h/Laura+and+Mandi1986+Christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299403166726259170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtDGkpMgeI/AAAAAAAABEw/BsKJ-B9zE-Q/s200/Laura+and+Mandi1986+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My baby sister's, Laura and Mandi<br />I went home for christmas and brought</div><div>them these dresses. Arn't they just<br />sweet looking.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4910401546995086337?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-57803100771363460362009-02-05T11:43:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:49:09.836-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtBvj83iKI/AAAAAAAABEo/K1hgCNp9W0U/s1600-h/Chris,+Michalle,+Me,+and+Ray+Summer+1985+CCC+grounds+crew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299401671891716258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SYtBvj83iKI/AAAAAAAABEo/K1hgCNp9W0U/s200/Chris,+Michalle,+Me,+and+Ray+Summer+1985+CCC+grounds+crew.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This picture was taken the Summer of 1985<br />I was graduated high school and moved to<br />Canby Or. and got a job working the ground</div><div>crew at Clackamas Community College.<br />These are the other three I worked with that<br />summer. from left to right. Chris and Michelle.<br />then me and Ray( he was my summer boy friend)</div><div>He and Chris were there working off some in trouble<br />time. Michelle and I were just there working. We<br />became couples and took the city bus around<br />the city on dates. Fun huh. He was a great<br />kisser I have to admit.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5780310077136346036?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-60975578742379324472009-01-17T10:27:00.000-08:002009-01-18T10:38:52.946-08:00Sarai was asked to paint this sheet with a 60's-70's theme<br />She started around 10:00pm last night. of course I had to<br />Stay up with her. It was after 2:30 am when she got done<br />but it does look cool I think. The word to remember here<br />is PROCRASTINATION!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SXIjK1L5WaI/AAAAAAAABCY/6MzdIEQRE6A/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292331181096393122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SXIjK1L5WaI/AAAAAAAABCY/6MzdIEQRE6A/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SXIjK1L5WaI/AAAAAAAABCY/6MzdIEQRE6A/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SXIjKgVNSRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/21oM6ppZUY8/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292331175498303762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SXIjKgVNSRI/AAAAAAAABCQ/21oM6ppZUY8/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6097557874237932447?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-35330972763143570862009-01-13T11:54:00.000-08:002009-01-13T11:57:55.321-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzxtv_xlAI/AAAAAAAABBo/DadGKt_Tt_E/s1600-h/momdad2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290869430533854210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzxtv_xlAI/AAAAAAAABBo/DadGKt_Tt_E/s200/momdad2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Grandpa and Grandma Martin<br />This is the picture that was on his </div><div>Obit, I think it was taken just a few years<br />before her death, which he followed just<br />about a year later.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3533097276314357086?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-60335813351502988622009-01-13T11:41:00.000-08:002009-01-13T11:49:07.326-08:00Junji Saito &amp; Yuu I guess they are<br />considered my Great grandparents<br />not by blood of course but they are<br />Grandma Martins parents in Japan.<br />Arent they just so cute.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzvCj_m6rI/AAAAAAAABBg/JuWjM_cZyeA/s1600-h/Grandma+parents+in+Japan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290866489554299570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzvCj_m6rI/AAAAAAAABBg/JuWjM_cZyeA/s200/Grandma+parents+in+Japan.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6033581335150298862?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-84975727464940241412009-01-13T11:39:00.000-08:002009-01-13T11:41:31.946-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzuJuzMUGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LD9_yDq71HQ/s1600-h/Linda+%26+Marcie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290865513202471010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzuJuzMUGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LD9_yDq71HQ/s200/Linda+%26+Marcie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br />Aunt Linda and Aunt Marcie<br />Ok every body say Awwww!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-8497572746494024141?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-59288531263226938332009-01-13T11:37:00.000-08:002009-01-13T11:39:22.625-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWztlFTbSII/AAAAAAAABBI/uuJl0KJVbiU/s1600-h/Grandpa+and+Grandma+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864883588089986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWztlFTbSII/AAAAAAAABBI/uuJl0KJVbiU/s200/Grandpa+and+Grandma+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>They look happy don't they.<br />It took him a year to get her<br />to agree to go out with him.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5928853126322693833?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-58995366087764790522009-01-13T11:27:00.000-08:002009-01-13T11:37:18.737-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzsrZwlpAI/AAAAAAAABBA/P0xjKPiGDjI/s1600-h/Grandpa+%26+Grandma%27s+wedding+day.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290863892646700034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzsrZwlpAI/AAAAAAAABBA/P0xjKPiGDjI/s200/Grandpa+%26+Grandma%27s+wedding+day.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWzrO0VqnbI/AAAAAAAABA4/2-QemsMpfNY/s1600-h/Grandpa+%26+Grandma%27s+wedding+day.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br />These are my Grandparents on their<br />wedding day. Edwin &amp; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mitsu</span> Martin<br />with Marcie &amp; Linda who were later<br />adopted by Grandpa. I have so much<br />wanted a picture of their wedding day<br />and Aunt Linda <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">finally</span> found this one.<br />Yea, her!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5899536608776479052?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-90521322120745199622009-01-11T11:23:00.000-08:002009-01-11T11:27:17.885-08:00Edwin &amp; Mildred<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpHXgnlAmI/AAAAAAAAA98/qRXrYQQsNd4/s1600-h/Edwin+%26+Mildred"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290119181518570082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpHXgnlAmI/AAAAAAAAA98/qRXrYQQsNd4/s200/Edwin+%26+Mildred" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These are my Grandparents.<br />Although I've only met her<br />I think twice my entire life<br />I think as a young woman<br />she was very pretty.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpHXgnlAmI/AAAAAAAAA98/qRXrYQQsNd4/s1600-h/Edwin+%26+Mildred"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-9052132212074519962?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-53428292995247661042009-01-11T11:18:00.000-08:002009-01-11T11:21:52.305-08:00Sally Jo Martin<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpGObiMjQI/AAAAAAAAA90/DHn3EMJg02U/s1600-h/me2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290117926023367938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpGObiMjQI/AAAAAAAAA90/DHn3EMJg02U/s200/me2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> I just got this in an e-mail from<br /> my mom. I like it I think she looks<br /> very cute, and look at those curls.<br /> Oh I always wanted this hair.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5342829299524766104?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-65741604892664898472009-01-11T10:55:00.000-08:002009-01-11T10:59:14.986-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpAu-Tpt-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Vayd3I0id14/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290111888043653090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWpAu-Tpt-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/Vayd3I0id14/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />I just got this on my e-mail from Mom. It's my oldest brother Mike who was lost at sea several years back. I think he is the one second in on the third row from the top with glasses on. I am so excited to get this, I didn't even know it exicited. Cool huh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6574160489266489847?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-66788643895544762122009-01-06T16:18:00.000-08:002009-01-06T16:25:37.406-08:00I just got these today from my Aunt Donna they are of my mom when she was 6, 1949 she was the flower girl for her dad and his next wife. The one in yellow is me at about the same age. do you se the resemblance? exciting huh.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWP12670FmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/DwUospKHjRA/s1600-h/image1-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288340711344969314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWP12670FmI/AAAAAAAAA8s/DwUospKHjRA/s200/image1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWP12nWvoOI/AAAAAAAAA8k/CY_-TT8XDyE/s1600-h/Sally+Jo+Martin+1949,+6+years+old.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288340706089214178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWP12nWvoOI/AAAAAAAAA8k/CY_-TT8XDyE/s200/Sally+Jo+Martin+1949,+6+years+old.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWP12xkv_OI/AAAAAAAAA80/06lYwo3m2M0/s1600-h/Patty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288340708832312546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SWP12xkv_OI/AAAAAAAAA80/06lYwo3m2M0/s200/Patty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6678864389554476212?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-37071877978901314032009-01-01T07:53:00.000-08:002009-01-01T07:55:22.155-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SVznOS622vI/AAAAAAAAA8c/wP7RV69oAv4/s1600-h/Davila_family_(Small).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286354295409007346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SVznOS622vI/AAAAAAAAA8c/wP7RV69oAv4/s200/Davila_family_(Small).jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Happy New Year!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3707187797890131403?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-2838137149976152262008-12-29T07:10:00.000-08:002008-12-29T07:20:15.709-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SVjo2Q51asI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/j7YSVj05Y5w/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230181667400386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SVjo2Q51asI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/j7YSVj05Y5w/s200/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Day after Christmas 2008<br /><div>Ok so this is my family. the four dark ones are mine in order as standing. Sarai (15) Annika (9) Gillian (12) and Sean (18) (college student) Now the two in the back are my sisters two youngest Samantha (18) and Jared (20). We were all together the day after Christmas because we couldn't get to them the week before when the family dinner was planned. Too much snow. We are very grateful to have the chance to see Jared, he ships out for Iraq at the beginning of next year. I think Feb. What a handsome group huh. Merry Christmas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-283813714997615226?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-7091438316095132122008-10-30T23:31:00.000-07:002008-10-30T23:33:26.109-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqmY8CDLOI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tOCyWDWHSW8/s1600-h/IMG_2164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263202061897641186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqmY8CDLOI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tOCyWDWHSW8/s200/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Think I'll stay away from them, I'm two cute to hang out with a pirate and vampiress. Beside's I want hercules all to myself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-709143831609513212?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-57545996072887730272008-10-30T23:23:00.000-07:002008-10-30T23:31:15.419-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqlt8bCLAI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mwU6JYCkDtY/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263201323268058114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqlt8bCLAI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mwU6JYCkDtY/s200/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqk65SNwxI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FirXAAwMMac/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200446252434194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqk65SNwxI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FirXAAwMMac/s200/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqk61j71eI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bM1L8spHq5U/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"></a>One Legged Lillian and Elvira the Vampira<br /><br />Arrgg Maties, Where's ye ol goddes go?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqk6q8w9II/AAAAAAAAAxA/xVf35lOlabo/s1600-h/IMG_2166.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SQqk6lboaoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/aWH5j7zxWjI/s1600-h/IMG_2165.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5754599607288773027?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-69640063662944801352008-10-17T10:49:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:51:50.030-07:00Sarai Elora Davila<br />Sophmore @ HBHS<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjQVd0azKI/AAAAAAAAAug/L-r3mOOGU1Q/s1600-h/image0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181632155372706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjQVd0azKI/AAAAAAAAAug/L-r3mOOGU1Q/s200/image0.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gillian Catherine Davila<br />7th grader @ Disco<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjQU_DXhtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_ZjojK8TcKU/s1600-h/image1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181623896573650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjQU_DXhtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/_ZjojK8TcKU/s200/image1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6964006366294480135?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-25430139491124213132008-10-17T10:16:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:19:45.624-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjIkXlhmuI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/detlrGMuha0/s1600-h/Jon+and+me+oooh+la+la.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258173092087306978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjIkXlhmuI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/detlrGMuha0/s200/Jon+and+me+oooh+la+la.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This would be my dream.<br />Jon Bon Jovi and me.<br />for my 40th b-day my<br />friends photoshoped my head<br />on his wifes body. If only I<br />was really there. Oh La la.<br />Some fanticies are good<br />to share with others, don't you<br />think so?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2543013949112421313?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-19358180759732183982008-10-17T10:05:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:07:31.316-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjF3gFYFoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/_rWAnRGn_Ag/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258170122251015810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPjF3gFYFoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/_rWAnRGn_Ag/s200/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I get so annoyed when she doesn't<br />listen, or does that 3 year old screaming</div><div>thing when she's in trouble. So we found a<br />new time out spot, and it's working so far.<br />No toys and no temptations.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1935818075973218398?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-67846391981814877282008-10-13T13:42:00.000-07:002008-10-13T13:47:36.214-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPOyvD1YTLI/AAAAAAAAAto/OdUJQNyT1d8/s1600-h/image2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256741711624293554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPOyvD1YTLI/AAAAAAAAAto/OdUJQNyT1d8/s200/image2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />San Diego Califorina<br />Top picture is at Tio &amp; Tia's house in<br />Loma Linda Califorina after returning<br />from a trip down into Mexico. Sarai is<br />wearing her pink beaded head dress that<br />she baught there. The bottem is at the<br />San diego Zoo, not one of Alex's favorite<br />things to do. He believes that zoo's are<br />just about the same everywhere. However<br />this one was a little different. He really liked<br />it.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPOyvqqzXqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/RUk2uw_kB9A/s1600-h/image3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256741722048913058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPOyvqqzXqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/RUk2uw_kB9A/s200/image3.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6784639198181487728?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-44254801125973686492008-10-13T13:38:00.000-07:002008-10-13T13:41:53.553-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPOyCo1KoGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ko5WAIX_cL4/s1600-h/image1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256740948461396066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SPOyCo1KoGI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Ko5WAIX_cL4/s200/image1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Halloween 2003.<br />Zombie/mummy, Jeanie, Frankie, and<br />the Lone Ranger.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4425480112597368649?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-48100351217388364162008-10-08T06:09:00.000-07:002008-10-08T06:14:41.903-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOyxy6qhLQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QK4tOOAKOUA/s1600-h/Roy+with+Baby+Ron.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254770353533693186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOyxy6qhLQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QK4tOOAKOUA/s200/Roy+with+Baby+Ron.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />This is Grandpa Roy Francis Boat and his first baby Ron, my Daddy as a little baby. I know the picture isn't very good but<br />it comes form a photo copy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4810035121738836416?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-45145480270919178142008-10-07T11:50:00.000-07:002008-10-07T11:52:21.741-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOuvggQqpbI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FW8pk7jdxTg/s1600-h/tina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254486363208328626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOuvggQqpbI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FW8pk7jdxTg/s200/tina.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tina didn't like the picture I chose before wish her a happy birthday so I found a different picture that I think is so cute. I hope this is a better choice.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4514548027091917814?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-48749960000511972322008-10-06T12:35:00.000-07:002008-10-06T14:30:06.245-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpphI2gzGI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BSxyd1zXtjI/s1600-h/image1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254127933313829986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpphI2gzGI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BSxyd1zXtjI/s200/image1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>I love this picture with Grandpa &amp; Grandma Boat.<br />Tina, Marie Newman, Todd, me and Mike on the<br />floor. Everyone looks so cute.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4874996000051197232?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-3854686131826882822008-10-06T11:41:00.000-07:002008-10-06T11:48:00.815-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpckycdUKI/AAAAAAAAArg/e3jvjcfBPWI/s1600-h/Senior+picture+1941.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254113702367285410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpckycdUKI/AAAAAAAAArg/e3jvjcfBPWI/s320/Senior+picture+1941.jpg" border="0" /></a> Senior picture 1941<br />I guess if you look at it<br />he does look older than<br />17-18. Edwin was born<br />3 Sept. 1920 and Graduated<br />High School in 1941. He must<br />have missed some years of<br />school some where.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpcDTSlKWI/AAAAAAAAArY/a-O7A4JcpYU/s1600-h/Senior+picture+1941.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-385468613182688282?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-39830440825056384122008-10-06T11:27:00.000-07:002008-10-06T11:40:39.986-07:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254109923204755666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpZIz95cNI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jU7GRBKBu94/s400/Freshman+Class+1938.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">Grants Pass High School 1938<br />Freshman Class Edwin Martin is in the back row<br />In a sweater vest.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254111032328112386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpaJXxgyQI/AAAAAAAAArI/gSHL_aewZ_o/s400/Glee+Club.jpg" border="0" /> Freshmen year Glee Club<br />Edwin is in the second row just behind<br />The guy all in white and belt.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254111685661008322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOpavZoNocI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dyUvqXC9vx4/s400/Drama+Club+1938.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Drama Club 1938, I think he is the one int he police hat<br />sitting in the front row on the right side of the picture.</p><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p></p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /> </p><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p></p><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3983044082505638412?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-78216321657269285272008-10-06T06:31:00.000-07:002008-10-06T06:36:14.253-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOoTcOieKoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HiaSLgIQ4Oc/s1600-h/Grandpa+Close,+Dad,+Mom,+Larry,Mike,+Tina+%26+baby+Patty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254033290941049474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOoTcOieKoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HiaSLgIQ4Oc/s200/Grandpa+Close,+Dad,+Mom,+Larry,Mike,+Tina+%26+baby+Patty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Grandpa Close, Dad, Mom, Uncle Larry, Mike, Tina and Patty.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7821632165726928527?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-20527146026971917982008-10-04T08:01:00.000-07:002008-10-04T08:07:17.268-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOeF8KDjkpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sm6PRr2QFjg/s1600-h/Mr.+Eb.+Helen,+Annie,+Myrtle,+Beak,+Edwin+%26+Elmer+Ebersol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253314758888886930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SOeF8KDjkpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/sm6PRr2QFjg/s200/Mr.+Eb.+Helen,+Annie,+Myrtle,+Beak,+Edwin+%26+Elmer+Ebersol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The old man sitting is Elmer Ebersol, (Laura Martins Father) or GGGrandpa Ebersol and the little boy he's holding is Grandpa Edwin Martin. with he's brothers and sisters. I really like this picture.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2052714602697191798?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-63905033844711465872008-09-26T21:04:00.000-07:002008-09-26T21:48:51.320-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SN2xuV21yWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/u6R3313Z0H8/s1600-h/Tina+Boat+3rd+grade.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250548150283127138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SN2xuV21yWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/u6R3313Z0H8/s200/Tina+Boat+3rd+grade.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Tina and today is her Birthday. She's "29" and my best friend. It took us a long time to get together, and now if we lived closer I'm sure we'd be together just about everyday. As it is we talk on the phone just about everyday or every other day at the least. It fills kind of strange when we get busy and go more than a couple of days without talking to each other. We share a lot of the same likes and dislikes and really have a good time together. So happy Birthday big sis. I love you.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Tina, Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6390503384471146587?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-37382384270629610692008-09-25T14:51:00.000-07:002008-09-25T14:55:12.146-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250080160153619122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwIFuxISrI/AAAAAAAAAqI/8rzRhtYq1HY/s200/Ed,+Dick,+Terry.jpg" border="0" /><br />Edwin, Dick, and Terry. Dick and Terry are Annie's boys and Ed's cousins.<br />See how the've grown.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwIQmed1oI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zk8bJ8RlzIQ/s1600-h/Edwin,+Dick,%26+Terry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250080346906416770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwIQmed1oI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zk8bJ8RlzIQ/s200/Edwin,+Dick,%26+Terry.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3738238427062961069?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-4327066860970430462008-09-25T14:39:00.000-07:002008-09-25T14:44:11.259-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwFuquKWJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fxvxPtgDI1k/s1600-h/July+1961+High+School+Reunion+20+years+later..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250077564907182226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwFuquKWJI/AAAAAAAAAqA/fxvxPtgDI1k/s200/July+1961+High+School+Reunion+20+years+later..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />1961 Grandpa Edwin Martin at his 20 year Class reunion he is the very happy one on the left of the sign down front. He graduated from Grants Pass High School in 1941.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-432706686097043046?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-32634308923138023092008-09-25T14:30:00.000-07:002008-09-25T14:38:33.665-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwDW_wJ6YI/AAAAAAAAAp4/DG4ah9DoNmw/s1600-h/Harold+(Beck),+Helen,+Myrtle,+Annie+%26+Ed.+Mam+%26+Dad+%26+Kids+when+Dad+was+in+the+hospital.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250074959212571010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNwDW_wJ6YI/AAAAAAAAAp4/DG4ah9DoNmw/s200/Harold+(Beck),+Helen,+Myrtle,+Annie+%26+Ed.+Mam+%26+Dad+%26+Kids+when+Dad+was+in+the+hospital.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Harold, Helen, Myrtle, Annie, Edwin with GGrandpa &amp; GGrandma Martin when GGrandpa was in the hospital. I really like this picture except that GGrandpa is so thin and not the robust figure he is in most of the pictures I have of him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3263430892313802309?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-37105496201231507762008-09-25T06:43:00.000-07:002008-09-25T06:57:53.441-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuXUYiKVMI/AAAAAAAAApw/3hUrjFFcNac/s1600-h/another+desk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249956167069357250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuXUYiKVMI/AAAAAAAAApw/3hUrjFFcNac/s200/another+desk.jpg" width="147" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEOZ8kBI/AAAAAAAAApQ/l_BfrvqUV5E/s1600-h/In+his+work+shop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954789961011218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEOZ8kBI/AAAAAAAAApQ/l_BfrvqUV5E/s200/In+his+work+shop.jpg" width="155" border="0" /></a>Grandpa loved to work with wood, in fact he had his own work shop.<br /><br />This is him working making what looks like a desk. I wonder if the desk he's working on is the one in the picture. While I was in Utah Aunt Linda gave me a jewelry box that he had made with his own two hands. It is such a treasure to me. I guess I remember him smelling like sawdust all the time. Maybe thats why every time I go to my sister's and pass by the huge piles of sawdust, I love the smell. Well just a thought. But it's true I do love the smell of sawdust.</div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEvLDjMI/AAAAAAAAApo/gO3aHHvR0ss/s1600-h/gun+cabinet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249954798756924610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEvLDjMI/AAAAAAAAApo/gO3aHHvR0ss/s200/gun+cabinet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuVkxOjEKI/AAAAAAAAApI/uptxXQz1xpU/s1600-h/Edwin+working.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div> A gun cabnet he made<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEl6UXhI/AAAAAAAAApg/LbvyD9AtMk0/s1600-h/cabinet.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEl6UXhI/AAAAAAAAApg/LbvyD9AtMk0/s1600-h/cabinet.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuWEGFbtVI/AAAAAAAAApY/hWgHNzoTMXE/s1600-h/desk.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3710549620123150776?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-34805598518934483522008-09-25T06:38:00.000-07:002008-09-25T06:42:57.729-07:00Grandpa always had a garden, he must have love to<br />grow things, a gift that continued over the years. I guess<br />this is another thing that skips a generation or two.<br />I kill just about any thing I try to grow.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuUtWM22aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-CY9kLubn1E/s1600-h/Edwin+and+his+garden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249953297404975522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuUtWM22aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-CY9kLubn1E/s200/Edwin+and+his+garden.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuUtn1tB7I/AAAAAAAAApA/dUJ4SMHPy6E/s1600-h/In+his+garden+years+later.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249953302139701170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuUtn1tB7I/AAAAAAAAApA/dUJ4SMHPy6E/s200/In+his+garden+years+later.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuUtWM22aI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-CY9kLubn1E/s1600-h/Edwin+and+his+garden.jpg"></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3480559851893448352?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-23075681945515750622008-09-25T06:35:00.000-07:002008-09-25T06:38:13.131-07:00<div> </div><div>Grandpa Martin</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuTvT3KDrI/AAAAAAAAAow/91OoYigEbqA/s1600-h/Ed%27s+Furlaugh+in+Civilan+clothes+Jan+1945.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249952231625199282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuTvT3KDrI/AAAAAAAAAow/91OoYigEbqA/s200/Ed%27s+Furlaugh+in+Civilan+clothes+Jan+1945.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuTvT3KDrI/AAAAAAAAAow/91OoYigEbqA/s1600-h/Ed%27s+Furlaugh+in+Civilan+clothes+Jan+1945.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />Jan. 1945 home on</div><div>furlough in his civilian</div><div>clothes. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2307568194551575062?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-44943940920955595942008-09-25T06:28:00.000-07:002008-09-25T06:34:17.498-07:00Sally Jo Martin 10 months old<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuScbWqyaI/AAAAAAAAAog/3pl6L38DHq8/s1600-h/Sally+Jo+Martin+10+months+old+sunday+June+18th,+1944.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249950807707273634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuScbWqyaI/AAAAAAAAAog/3pl6L38DHq8/s200/Sally+Jo+Martin+10+months+old+sunday+June+18th,+1944.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sally again 19 months old in Little Rock, Ark.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuSc894dhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/KoVRObO2TRU/s1600-h/Sally+19+months+Little+Rock+Arkansas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249950816730117650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuSc894dhI/AAAAAAAAAoo/KoVRObO2TRU/s200/Sally+19+months+Little+Rock+Arkansas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this is my Mom. I think she was adorable<br />and she looks just the same as my girls do.<br />In some of the pictures you can see my two<br />youngest girls, they all make some of the same faces.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4494394092095559594?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-13683205993973046052008-09-25T06:21:00.000-07:002008-09-25T08:24:12.150-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuQ0CzRWYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/e9fH-Sdx4ng/s1600-h/Mitsu+Darling+all+my+Love+Ed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249949014409959810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuQ0CzRWYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/e9fH-Sdx4ng/s200/Mitsu+Darling+all+my+Love+Ed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>I love this picture not only because his so handsome but also the message he wrote on his chest is so sweet. He love Grandma very much. I have been learning things about Grandpa, all good of course. </p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Edwin Arland Martin<br />My Grandpa (My mothers Dad)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1368320599397304605?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-76615736253830828802008-09-25T06:13:00.000-07:002008-09-25T06:19:08.036-07:00Monster tape. At Young Womens last night Sarai taught the other girls how to make wallets out of candy wrapers. When she asked her dad last night for some more clear tape this was the only roll he could find and there were three of these in the box. I just think it's so cool. She told the other girls that she didn't think they needed to worry about running out of tape. Funny huh.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuOowS6JGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/vyCIxNBkzFA/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946621440566370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuOowS6JGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/vyCIxNBkzFA/s200/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuOpXlK3pI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/v5wKnbZcfis/s1600-h/IMG_2118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249946631986142866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNuOpXlK3pI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/v5wKnbZcfis/s200/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7661573625383082880?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-56280590786624417752008-09-24T21:56:00.000-07:002008-09-24T22:22:35.107-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNsaJihvwVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/bgjWkAP_e64/s1600-h/Michael+Allen+Boat.JPG"></a>Michael Allen Boat<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNsaJ0XjDII/AAAAAAAAAn4/ieEPsO7vPDQ/s1600-h/Aug.+1969+Age+5+Mike+Boat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249818546608999554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNsaJ0XjDII/AAAAAAAAAn4/ieEPsO7vPDQ/s200/Aug.+1969+Age+5+Mike+Boat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>My big brother who died at the age of 30, on a fishing boat in Yakina Bay, Oregon. He would have been 45 years yesterday. When I went to his Memorial Service after his death I learned something about him I didn't know before. Bishop Kerr spoke and said that Mike had come to him about a month before his death and talked about his knowlege and his faith. He told Bishop Kerr that he knew the Gospel was true and that Jesus was his savior but that he didn't know how to find it all again. He felt his life had spun so far out of control that it was to late for him to come back. When I heard those words I knew that everything was ok and that so would he be. The song that was sung at her service was. "I Know that My Redeamer Lives" and now when ever I hear it or sing it on sunday my mind again wonders back to my big brother and I miss him all over again. Mike was a wonderful big brother, although he use to love to hold us down and tap on our foreheads over and over again. Yea fun for us too. Not. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5628059078662441775?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-30520067379572135072008-09-24T21:32:00.000-07:002008-09-24T21:46:10.612-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249812412216874002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNsUkv-flBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/C1PpyUcWg4I/s200/A+company+trying+to+show+safety+prevention+when+working+among+a+variety+of+tools+took+photos+of+Dad+to+promote+Safety.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249814450917157266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNsWbauhKZI/AAAAAAAAAno/Ai3hkAUF8KM/s200/saftey+photo..jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249814445449961698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNsWbGXCYOI/AAAAAAAAAng/Bd1DPFxhMSw/s200/Another+saftey+photo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div> A safty company took picture of Grandpa Martin useing equipment to demenstrate safty with a varitey of tools, I just think he was having way to much fun with this. I like to see this side of him.<br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3052006737957213507?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-21412962444806356842008-09-22T00:19:00.000-07:002008-09-22T00:23:10.572-07:00Edwin with his Dad Raymond<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdHRvcVgAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NEqun-2IdxU/s1600-h/Father+and+Son+Edwin+%26+Raymond.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248742260842266626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdHRvcVgAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NEqun-2IdxU/s200/Father+and+Son+Edwin+%26+Raymond.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdHR9_srHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/plvvb_m3XtA/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+1959+Laura+%26+Edwin.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Laura &amp; Edwin Mother's day 1959</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdHR9_srHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/plvvb_m3XtA/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+1959+Laura+%26+Edwin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248742264748682354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdHR9_srHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/plvvb_m3XtA/s200/Mothers+Day+1959+Laura+%26+Edwin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdHR9_srHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/plvvb_m3XtA/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+1959+Laura+%26+Edwin.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2141296244480635684?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-5089330049730243952008-09-22T00:16:00.000-07:002008-09-22T00:19:18.422-07:00This is Great Grandpa<br />Raymond Martin at the<br />age of 2 1/2 years old.<br />What a beautiful baby.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdGi4R7GdI/AAAAAAAAAm4/gNML_N8NiQg/s1600-h/Raymond+Curtis+Martin+2+and+a+half+years+old.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248741455760660946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdGi4R7GdI/AAAAAAAAAm4/gNML_N8NiQg/s200/Raymond+Curtis+Martin+2+and+a+half+years+old.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-508933004973024395?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-16699024400476226342008-09-22T00:00:00.000-07:002008-09-22T00:16:17.024-07:00Ambrose, Raymond (ggrandpa), Vivian<br />and Clair Martin<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdEh4e9I_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/TlxFP2FuGdU/s1600-h/Ambrose,+Raymond,+Vivian,+%26+Clair+Sept.+1937.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248739239612195826" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdEh4e9I_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/TlxFP2FuGdU/s200/Ambrose,+Raymond,+Vivian,+%26+Clair+Sept.+1937.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Vivian, Ambrose, Dora Alice<br />(gggrandmother)<br />Bernard, Harriet &amp; Laura<br />(ggrandma)Martin.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdEiNdK3nI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T4GCxYoz0dQ/s1600-h/Vivian,+Ambrose,+Dora,+Bernard,+Harriet,+%26+Laura+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248739245241851506" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdEiNdK3nI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T4GCxYoz0dQ/s200/Vivian,+Ambrose,+Dora,+Bernard,+Harriet,+%26+Laura+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1669902440047622634?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-65728249863954840702008-09-21T23:51:00.000-07:002008-09-22T00:00:42.641-07:00Annie, Edwin (my grandpa)<br />Laura &amp; Raymond Martin. Annie<br />Is Edwins sister. So that makes<br />her Aunt Annie<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdAefnPwNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ufndPDvNaX8/s1600-h/Annie,+Edwin,+Laura,+%26+Raymond+at+Annie%27s+Home.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248734783349965010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNdAefnPwNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ufndPDvNaX8/s200/Annie,+Edwin,+Laura,+%26+Raymond+at+Annie%27s+Home.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6572824986395484070?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-29367975218602762472008-09-21T23:42:00.000-07:002008-09-21T23:50:36.119-07:00Raymond, William Henry &amp; Clair Martin<br />Raymond is my grandfather, and William<br />is his father. Clair is Raymonds brother.<br />It's kind of cool to have an Uncle Clair.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc_owPMMUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/SVRVPI665X4/s1600-h/Raymond,+William+Henry+%26+Clair+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248733860099535170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc_owPMMUI/AAAAAAAAAmY/SVRVPI665X4/s200/Raymond,+William+Henry+%26+Clair+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-2936797521860276247?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-14695541971691300042008-09-21T23:26:00.000-07:002008-09-21T23:41:42.625-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7HXzWJwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/qT1NrmkHfXY/s1600-h/Dora+A.+Hatch+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248728888558102274" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7HXzWJwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/qT1NrmkHfXY/s200/Dora+A.+Hatch+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dora is my gggrandmother<br />Raymond's mother.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7Hv5L7-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/MNfR1naAuT4/s1600-h/Dora+Alice+Hatch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248728895025049570" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7Hv5L7-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/MNfR1naAuT4/s200/Dora+Alice+Hatch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7IEwV3CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Fsqdk-g83m0/s1600-h/Dora+Alice+Hatch+Martin+and+Laura+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248728900625095714" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7IEwV3CI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Fsqdk-g83m0/s200/Dora+Alice+Hatch+Martin+and+Laura+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dora &amp; Laura Martin<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7H5RzLyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/exEzxQoxrxE/s1600-h/Dora+Alice+Hatch+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248728897544204066" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; center: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc7H5RzLyI/AAAAAAAAAmI/exEzxQoxrxE/s200/Dora+Alice+Hatch+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-1469554197169130004?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-39476414378284483102008-09-21T23:08:00.000-07:002008-09-21T23:25:16.400-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc6Hae067I/AAAAAAAAAlw/TmJkc1n21qQ/s1600-h/Raymond+and++Laura+Martin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248727789765716914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc6Hae067I/AAAAAAAAAlw/TmJkc1n21qQ/s200/Raymond+and++Laura+Martin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />Raymond &amp; Laura Martin<br />My greatgrand parents </div></div><br /><div>A day at the Beach<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc4FXUqxYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kmmChmI6GcI/s1600-h/Raymon+%26+Laura+%40+the+beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248725555534808450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNc4FXUqxYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kmmChmI6GcI/s200/Raymon+%26+Laura+%40+the+beach.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3947641437828448310?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-78438585879374244062008-09-17T08:00:00.000-07:002008-09-17T08:07:40.831-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEdEqE9f9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/XxnpRVLMGLw/s1600-h/Aunt+Linda+7th+grade+1969.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007006715117522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEdEqE9f9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/XxnpRVLMGLw/s200/Aunt+Linda+7th+grade+1969.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEdEiV753I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wlx6v0DVT5M/s1600-h/Aunt+Linda+Martin+1971.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007004638832498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEdEiV753I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wlx6v0DVT5M/s200/Aunt+Linda+Martin+1971.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEdE3xpvUI/AAAAAAAAAlY/d7e8p6HK_Lg/s1600-h/KIMLINDA.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247007010392227138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEdE3xpvUI/AAAAAAAAAlY/d7e8p6HK_Lg/s200/KIMLINDA.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><p>Linda and Kim</p><p>Aunt Linda, she doesn't like the old pictures of her self but I do.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-7843858587937424406?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-8178305221324626662008-09-17T07:56:00.000-07:002008-09-17T08:00:05.595-07:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEazzblgPI/AAAAAAAAAko/Z8iePlREYxY/s1600-h/Marcie+%26+Sam+2001.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004518144901362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEazzblgPI/AAAAAAAAAko/Z8iePlREYxY/s200/Marcie+%26+Sam+2001.bmp" border="0" /></a>This is Aunt Marcie I haven't seen her since I was little the picture in the red and flowered shirts are the way I remember her the third is about 2001 with her husband Sam. </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEazR7v1ZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8iErvdGdpfs/s1600-h/Aunt+Marcie+Martin+1971.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004509152990610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEazR7v1ZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8iErvdGdpfs/s200/Aunt+Marcie+Martin+1971.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247004515358385730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SNEazpDOpkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9OMbA-q8gLk/s200/Marcie+6th+grade+1969.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-817830522132462666?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-86925472809722108452008-09-15T07:40:00.000-07:002008-09-15T07:42:44.729-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM50HYuLbqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PZdqOmJmHTM/s1600-h/Girls+%40+L.A.+Temple+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246258286177250978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM50HYuLbqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PZdqOmJmHTM/s200/Girls+%40+L.A.+Temple+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Gillian, Annika, &amp; Sarai at the LA temple summer 2008.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-8692547280972210845?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-9840371540548866942008-09-14T08:31:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:37:03.990-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM0uwJhG_bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ybHUXHReI_s/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245900545679883698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM0uwJhG_bI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ybHUXHReI_s/s200/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" /></a> At Holly's baby shower, the first to drink the most water wins. Sarai didn't win. too bad. We only know two of the girls with Sarai. Nicky klock in the brown shirt and the on in the green shirt next to Sarai is Marilee Kartchner Nicky's sister and the sister-in-law of the soon to be mommy.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM0uwVlkjKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/7NP8n21tlU8/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245900548919823522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM0uwVlkjKI/AAAAAAAAAkA/7NP8n21tlU8/s200/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM0uwkpD40I/AAAAAAAAAkI/upgK3fdu48s/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245900552960992066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SM0uwkpD40I/AAAAAAAAAkI/upgK3fdu48s/s200/IMG_2114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-984037154054886694?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-4379069970243235782008-09-13T10:15:00.000-07:002008-09-13T10:19:12.451-07:00Activity Day Recongonition Night<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMv1gS7JZII/AAAAAAAAAjw/xpi9zSVgmuY/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245556126187611266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMv1gS7JZII/AAAAAAAAAjw/xpi9zSVgmuY/s200/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Displaying things they've worked on<br />or made. Gillian wasn't there in person<br />she was busy with something else but we<br />can't remember what.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMv1gLFZ41I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yUigRGUs-go/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245556124083151698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMv1gLFZ41I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yUigRGUs-go/s200/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-437906997024323578?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-3039577289572831962008-09-12T06:39:00.000-07:002008-09-12T06:46:14.612-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMpxgCrY3-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ArGEnniGpc0/s1600-h/Jenny.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245129511314972642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMpxgCrY3-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ArGEnniGpc0/s200/Jenny.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>This is Jenny and Cody Gilbert<br />he's her 9 year miracle baby. Jenny<br />was one of my flowergirls in my wedding<br />21 years ago.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-303957728957283196?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-30339999650826801432008-09-09T10:01:00.000-07:002008-09-09T10:06:13.583-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMasFK9c6jI/AAAAAAAAAio/JV75MjReIto/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244068020960946738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMasFK9c6jI/AAAAAAAAAio/JV75MjReIto/s200/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is Adam Alvarez.<br />We have know him for<br />along time and love<br />him so much. At one<br />time he was our home<br />teacher. He will be heading<br />to Kentucky next week.<br />Adam works with morters<br />he likes to blow things up.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMasFXPnc1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/9b3zvqfdoSQ/s1600-h/IMG_2097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244068024258360146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMasFXPnc1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/9b3zvqfdoSQ/s200/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is Adam &amp; Kate<br />married about 6 months.<br />but haven't got to spend<br />very much time together<br />as a married couple yet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3033999965082680143?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-61802346073803799092008-09-09T09:53:00.000-07:002008-09-09T10:01:29.034-07:007th wards annuel potluck<br />at Vancouver Lake. The Bishopric<br />and Loren Lindquist competed in<br />the Frozen Tee shirt contest.<br />Steve Ard won but only after getting<br />his shirt away from Loren Lindquist<br />who took it ran. at which time a pack<br />of primary kids took off after him trying<br />hard to tackle him.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMaqey9WY5I/AAAAAAAAAig/CdsNq8sFI74/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066262171411346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMaqey9WY5I/AAAAAAAAAig/CdsNq8sFI74/s200/IMG_2098.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br />In order to<br />put on their<br />shirt they<br />first had to<br />unfold it.<br />It was frozen<br />solid. Steve's<br />threw it over<br />and over again<br />onto the ground until he knocked it lose.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6180234607380379909?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-30675237476577956892008-09-08T17:01:00.000-07:002008-09-08T17:10:28.432-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW-xmm32GI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LCKUz5zzzm8/s1600-h/Davila+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243807100529268834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW-xmm32GI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LCKUz5zzzm8/s200/Davila+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW9vauGkbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RkXCFkVAJ9Y/s1600-h/Davila+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243805963467002290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW9vauGkbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/RkXCFkVAJ9Y/s200/Davila+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>we had this taken just a few days before Sean<br />left for college. I like this so much. The person who took the pictures is in our Bishopric and working on doing this for a living. I think he does a good job.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-3067523747657795689?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-48034109233403531002008-09-08T16:53:00.000-07:002008-09-08T17:01:41.225-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW7T1AbIFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/i1JoBXvQSD0/s1600-h/Mommy,+Annika,+Daddy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243803290463576146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW7T1AbIFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/i1JoBXvQSD0/s200/Mommy,+Annika,+Daddy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Daddy's taking the picture. Isn't she</div><div>cute. just about a year old. This was before</div><div>she became the beast at two years old to </div><div>present. What a happy smile it is still the</div><div>same.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-4803410923340353100?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-492994527818723532008-09-08T16:45:00.000-07:002008-09-08T16:53:36.659-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5h0exMQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OChxrjhS-bA/s1600-h/100_2332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243801331817328898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5h0exMQI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OChxrjhS-bA/s200/100_2332.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Teachers Quorm went to the San Jaun Island for their 50 mile bike hike for a week. It looks like they all found a girlfriend.<br />This is their best nude pose.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5iMquMMI/AAAAAAAAAho/0CVL9wJ7oAQ/s1600-h/100_2354.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5iZfJWxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZIGsRxW6Kdo/s1600-h/100_2355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243801341751024402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5iZfJWxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZIGsRxW6Kdo/s200/100_2355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5igAy65I/AAAAAAAAAh4/5y6-Q2CmYLk/s1600-h/100_2358.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243801343502773138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW5igAy65I/AAAAAAAAAh4/5y6-Q2CmYLk/s200/100_2358.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They all had a wonderful time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-49299452781872353?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-50390259159603304262008-09-08T16:31:00.000-07:002008-09-08T16:43:48.446-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2WM0fYoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JZu8UOm_bjw/s1600-h/100_2183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243797833657574018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2WM0fYoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JZu8UOm_bjw/s200/100_2183.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Mina Milligan Sean's 5th grade Teacher, she is very supportive.<br /><br /> Sean is the first boy in our family to ever make it to Eagle Scout.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2WT61kZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/POQNzo02qqk/s1600-h/100_2191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243797835563241874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2WT61kZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/POQNzo02qqk/s200/100_2191.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> Sean and his Grandpa Boat with the staff Grandpa carved himself.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2WcmC-FI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eOmQhcmp0MA/s1600-h/100_2194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243797837891958866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2WcmC-FI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eOmQhcmp0MA/s200/100_2194.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kevin Mortenson Sean's best friend since they were 8 years old.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2Wl2BIDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nplbn3IElgE/s1600-h/100_2184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243797840374865970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2Wl2BIDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nplbn3IElgE/s200/100_2184.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Me and my Dad.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2W4GJIUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/i3i7G5CkTL0/s1600-h/100_2198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243797845274337602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW2W4GJIUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/i3i7G5CkTL0/s200/100_2198.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-5039025915960330426?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-8069477672324506932008-09-08T16:21:00.000-07:002008-09-08T16:31:10.275-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWzvv3kuUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/myMngMA_MOE/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243794974027594050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWzvv3kuUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/myMngMA_MOE/s200/IMG_1481.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The look was part of the Vancouver Police Don't Drink and Drive program at his highschool. Every 15 min. another Senior was taken from class and made up to look dead. Then they weren't alowed to speek the rest of the day. One of the boys in Seans class started playing and said. "Anyone who's gay don't say anything." of course he knew Sean couldn't speak so he was just teasing and Sean took it the way it was ment "Fun."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWzvd5tQoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/P1Y9Tk_09Po/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243794969204703874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWzvd5tQoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/P1Y9Tk_09Po/s200/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mari doesn't look to sure about this look for Sean. She knew it was him though.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWzvd5tQoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/P1Y9Tk_09Po/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-806947767232450693?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7462322325921552213.post-61776762795719984322008-09-08T16:12:00.000-07:002008-09-08T17:13:58.143-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW_mqIjs0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Apg_gEvkXns/s1600-h/100_2093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243808012008928066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMW_mqIjs0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Apg_gEvkXns/s200/100_2093.JPG" width="176" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWx9X0LGXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kIvDEKGJOlw/s1600-h/100_2094.JPG"></a><br /><div><br /> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWx9_FZIfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FL1ivfgiCcE/s1600-h/100_2095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243793019606999538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="116" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aVOWmcYOlhU/SMWx9_FZIfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FL1ivfgiCcE/s200/100_2095.JPG" width="153" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Crazy Hair Day! durning spirit week at Hough Elementry School.</div><div>Don't they look cool I think, this was fun to do. Gillian was 4th grade and Annika was 1st. Cute huh.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7462322325921552213-6177676279571998432?l=lifesconstantchanges.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11988835001208826245noreply@blogger.com0