tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41232813154477841442024-02-07T21:33:00.926-08:00Through my lensCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.comBlogger689125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-65322032589103219762012-09-16T09:10:00.001-07:002012-09-16T09:10:23.893-07:00Did you know?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So my life has been really busy, I mean really busy and I love it! Lately, ok well maybe over the last year or so when I am unloading the dishes out of the dishwasher I have noticed sandy looking particle on my glasses as well as a cloudy film. I would ask my plumber about it and he would say "Oh run some CLR thru your machine it probably needs a cleaning." Ok, my plumber lives 4 houses from me so I can ask him questions without being charged. CLR didn't help, vinegar didn't help nothing was helping get rid of those grains of grit. I figured I would just have to continue washing my classes by hand. AAUUUGGGHHHH!<br />
Friday morning I got on Pinterest to pull up an activity for my kindergarten class and I saw a pin on how to clean your dishwasher. I opened up the blog it was pinned from and printed the directions for later and threw them into my purse, hoping I would have time to read them later.<br />
When I finally got home from my meeting at 10:00pm Friday night I pulled out the direction and read that my dishwasher has a FILTER, who knew?!?!!? Since my house was completely empty (everyone was in San Francisco for the week and not coming home until Sat) I thought I would open up the filter and see what was going on.<br />
Being 10:15pm I refused to go out into the garage and look for the sockets needed to remove the filter. I had a pair of pliers and figured I would use it. With some patience I removed the filter from the back of my dishwasher. When I turned the filter over I was shocked at what I saw on that filter. . . years of built up dishwasher detergent, gunk and mold. Yes, mold the water under the filter doesn't drain all the way out (that will be another project to clear the drain). It was the grosses thing I had ever seen.<br />
After and hour and a half of soaking, scrubbing, and picking I got that filter cleaned and returned to the back of my dishwasher. You should check your filter as well, I am going to try to make it an annual job because it was so nasty.<br />
<br />Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-9473782177381132092012-07-19T15:38:00.000-07:002012-09-16T09:11:35.337-07:00Manicure experience<div class="mobile-photo">
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The other day I went in to get a much needed manicure. I tried out a new place in Del Mar, not near the beach Del Mar.
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I should have followed my instincts when I walked into shop and there were 4 inch red sticker numbers on each of the 12 manicure tables, a pile of towels in the corner (don't know if they were clean or dirty).
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After being greeted and telling the pregnant lady who was walking around outside what I wanted I was directed into the back. One of the ladies was directing me to the pedicure chair, I explained to her that I only wanted a manicure.
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My nails were a mess and the older lady says "oh your nails are soooo short and cute!" she begins trimming my cuticles where she cuts down to much on my middle finger and blood is gushing out like Old Faithful. She rips offa piece of cotton and takes a dropper from her purse with some blue liquid that was obvious she added herself. I told her to hold up an asked what that was. She replied "it will stop the bleeding", foolish me I let her continue bleeding finger an all.
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Once my nails are filed short and painted she proceeds to move my hair and begins rubbing my overly tense neck ( it didn't feel to bad). Before I knew it her had was down the back of my shirt and he is rubbing my shoulders and back, really?!? I tell her to stop and she proceeds to move her hands forward towards my chest. OMG.! I jump up out of my chair and ask her how much I owed her.
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I guess I will not be going to that place ever again!!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-83725723739623473902012-07-05T20:46:00.000-07:002012-09-16T09:11:52.292-07:00He's growing up<div class="mobile-photo">
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Wyatt is filling out an application for work. Yeah!!!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-62675116575023807122012-07-04T18:55:00.001-07:002012-09-16T09:12:08.026-07:00Happy 4th of July<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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Today was our annual Neptune Ave 4th of July parade, it was a lot of fun!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-51617996764341612752012-06-20T15:25:00.001-07:002012-07-05T19:25:18.596-07:00This is just sooo wrong!<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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You know as a parent of a new born you want to do everything to protect them and raise them to be be a happy child who becomes a productive member of society. You try to do all the right thing for them, and sometimes those decisions are difficult ones.
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My baby is now 17 years old and is a happy, healthy young man. Last night as I was texting him the same text I text him almost weekly, sometimes bi-weekly I realized that I am a horrible mother. What kind of living caring mother would continually subject their child to that? Did those words types ever so gleefully onto my phone change things? Did I change my mind? NO! As I am realizing this I thought I will continue these text for as long as I need too.
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The text, the same one every time goes like this: meet me at happy hour. . . send and my 5 little words are gone, they end up on his phone which he received somewhere on his commute home. He gets off the train and comes to meet me and my friends as we drink the best $3.00 margaritas any happy hour has. I always have a come for him, sometimes calamari sometimes just chips.
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Anyways I just has to share how sometimes you try do hard to do the right thing for your kids but then there are those 5 little words and you know that they are not the best ones for your child to continually read.
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Have a wonderful day!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-41917314843640574432012-06-06T10:03:00.000-07:002012-07-05T19:24:33.380-07:00Mani/pedi<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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Yesterday afternoon I got done work early so I decided I would go get a mani/pedi and relax a little.
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I sat down in my lumpy chair and placed my feet in the luke warm water, I adjusted the chair massager and positioned it just as I like it.
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After 10 mins someone came to assist me, she pulled my feet out of the water then placed a pillow in my lap, placed a towel over it and proceeded to put cotton and acetone over my gel nails and wrap them in foil. As soon as both hands were wrapped she started unwrapping and trying to remove the pre-exsisting gel from my nails. She was very confused why they didn't come right off an ended up doing more acetone soaked cotton and filing off the polish. After all the polish was scrapped from my right hand she realized my feet were still out of the water and places them back in the now cold water.
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She began removing the gel from my left hand which came off very easy after sitting for 30 mins. Then began the process of filing and buffing my paper thin nails.
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At this point another non English speaking women came to begin my pedicure. While the gal giving me my manicure placed the light box on the pillow that had been placed in my lap. Remember the towel that had been placed over the pillow? It was left there along with the gel scrapings from my nails. I know YUCK!
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At this point I am balancing the light box so it will not fall in the water while I am getting my feet massaged and getting gel applied.
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After an hour the ordeal was over and I left the salon vowing never to return there again.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-53494404753582747532012-05-31T09:48:00.000-07:002012-06-02T13:31:43.286-07:00Crazy kid!<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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This is the view this afternoon in my rear view mirror. So sweet.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-51294372657623885232012-05-23T00:23:00.001-07:002012-05-23T00:23:50.404-07:00Sara Bareilles "Gravity"Check out this video on YouTube:
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<br>Sent from my iPhoneCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-45267744802528496222012-05-19T15:34:00.000-07:002012-06-02T13:32:28.356-07:00Busy week<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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I thought with the competition season over I would have more free time. Hahaha I was wrong. I had a mentors meeting, then interviews for new leaders and follow up meeting to share with each applicant as to weather they got a position or not.
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I have been having som fun too. 3 friends have had birthdays so I got to go out and enjoy their special days. Now I am planning a trip to Indiana this summer. Yes, it's for robotics but now I have a friend trying to coordinate a trip from Michigan to see me I hope we can coordinate their schedule.
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I am looking forward to getting away to Palm Springs soon I need a girls weekend away and the sunshine and warmth won't be bad either.
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There was a bluff fall down from us last week, can't stop mother earth from doing what she would like.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-47482366269880414452012-05-13T21:59:00.000-07:002012-06-02T13:32:38.394-07:00Night out in San Diego<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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Last night I went out downtown San Diego, we had a blast. We started out our night with dinner at Bice an awesome Italian restaurant. The food was great and the adult beverages were amazing. I started out with an espresso martini, followed by many bottles of chianti, then after dinner my new favorite drink sambucca, a black licorice flavored liquor. It leaves the most amazing taste in your mouth.
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After dinner we went to Prohibition, an underground club, you had to be on a list prior to getting the directions to the secret door. One through the door we went down several flight of stairs to a club decorated in the prohibition era style. The menu was gin, whiskey and scotch based drinks. I had a beer but it was really bitter. We had so much fun here I want to go back. Next we walked over to a club called Whiskey Girl and there was a huge line waiting to get in, we got lucky and didn't have to wait in line or pay the cover charge. It was so nice to be inside and dance. When we first hit inside security was cleaning up the tables, I mean people were seated and their seats and tables were taken from them to make room for dancing.
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It was such a nice evening to be out with great friends and have no worries. The three hours of sleep we got was worth it, we all had fun and decided we need to do it again soon.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-38636705676968232052012-05-09T08:31:00.000-07:002012-06-02T13:32:50.696-07:00Happy Day<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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I love it when I find my secret stash of cash in my car, especially when they are 20's. Have a wonderful day.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-27100977922888734392012-05-02T12:30:00.000-07:002012-06-02T13:33:08.655-07:00Back from St Louis<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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We made it back from our robotics competition in St Louis. Wyatt had a great time and did really well down on the field getting those balls across the field.
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We had a mini tornado blow through on Saturday but we were all safe inside the dome. On Sunday we took a lunch cruise down the Mississippi it was really cold and gray but we had a nice time.
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Of course one would think l would be done but I have to plan the sponsor dinner, and we are already booked for some events this summer.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-71979942995303986342012-04-22T20:02:00.000-07:002012-04-22T20:05:35.427-07:00Packing<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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Today is the day to pack for our trip to world championships in St Louis. I need 4 team shirts and jeans. 2 netbooks, an iPad, my laptop, sketch book, 2 cameras, the flip, personal items, I joe I have room for everything. I need to pack a first aide kit an umbrella oh my.</div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-52782202358662995152012-04-21T18:43:00.000-07:002012-04-22T19:52:18.292-07:00Cover the Night<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_eNDpwpSrx3h2OTNttEZkKNvw4OpGOkDqUCg06aSwsNgIobJr3stMCtIcBHhSbkfOMeqGZRlbygev_jmrvxHHd9hyphenhyphenDwLYXbAj4kNZWT3S2s200NYMQhaG9iGsuVYVDTVezFxkNfhXIiI/s7000/photo-748110.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734040969685458242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_eNDpwpSrx3h2OTNttEZkKNvw4OpGOkDqUCg06aSwsNgIobJr3stMCtIcBHhSbkfOMeqGZRlbygev_jmrvxHHd9hyphenhyphenDwLYXbAj4kNZWT3S2s200NYMQhaG9iGsuVYVDTVezFxkNfhXIiI/s700/photo-748110.JPG" /></a></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-35443463016149698872012-04-18T21:54:00.001-07:002012-04-18T21:57:03.856-07:00Flower fields<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbOKPJRkiNjpQAtEcFwm8rlChj8SHWSt5Bf9X48jZeiXrhH8HDcKuvCz4rV33yJxvro59HJco8Gwe8d5F7_b-cSyT7z3oFFqr9WrTfor0aJQuTlQ-5yfxQixc4u0PAux5C6z12aM_0Zpf/s700/photo-752544.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbOKPJRkiNjpQAtEcFwm8rlChj8SHWSt5Bf9X48jZeiXrhH8HDcKuvCz4rV33yJxvro59HJco8Gwe8d5F7_b-cSyT7z3oFFqr9WrTfor0aJQuTlQ-5yfxQixc4u0PAux5C6z12aM_0Zpf/s700/photo-752544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732971110176747490" /></a></p>Today was another beautiful day, a bit over cast and sweater cool. I had Emily so we decides to go to the flower fields. They are so pretty and I love going anywhere even if it is all touristy or even full of schools on field trips.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-26416677043681607202012-04-17T08:06:00.002-07:002012-04-17T08:08:15.564-07:00Beautiful Day<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUfd23atHHdqUXZIzdKfACEWdnsKDFiCUFDx9BWujt3RWO_ZCzcCO9HU5DArK04RNmIYSIhdvsZOWO_KNg2B4qzaA6jM_9hpyLcCqnMylJ6qLcNJVS9S14G033WmoCXzGWMTYobCqVtjt/s700/photo-717480.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUfd23atHHdqUXZIzdKfACEWdnsKDFiCUFDx9BWujt3RWO_ZCzcCO9HU5DArK04RNmIYSIhdvsZOWO_KNg2B4qzaA6jM_9hpyLcCqnMylJ6qLcNJVS9S14G033WmoCXzGWMTYobCqVtjt/s700/photo-717480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732386414172161330" /></a></p>Wow! The weather has been beautiful the last few days and days to come I love it. Sunday I took a drive down to La Jolla and sat on the each near the children's pool (where the seals have taken over the beach). It was such a peaceful place to clear my head after the crazy week. <p>Yesterday was a meeting with crazy mom. Not sure if I feel great may e the calm before the storm? I would line to think that she would walk away quietly but don't feel that way about this situation. </p><p>For now I am just going to enjoy the beauty of the day and get ready to go to St. Louis next week.</p>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-84012701359407401692012-04-14T21:27:00.001-07:002012-04-16T22:00:47.128-07:00What a week<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QGPvqhNqUaSqzt4rK4cMf9D-AwRBc999yX7skGlOctKifZKfbPe1Rcwv35zOy8SyLF5R6XNXA9TlIUOKuQ1O47KuylkcG1E3BCa8yKOL-4D_1NTDi7aNugBnl4Y5U-eKWDtlybsXgKyZ/s700/photo-703737.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QGPvqhNqUaSqzt4rK4cMf9D-AwRBc999yX7skGlOctKifZKfbPe1Rcwv35zOy8SyLF5R6XNXA9TlIUOKuQ1O47KuylkcG1E3BCa8yKOL-4D_1NTDi7aNugBnl4Y5U-eKWDtlybsXgKyZ/s700/photo-703737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731479690617669442" /></a></p>This has been a really long tough week. I don't understand how someone could make false allegations against another person, walk into their place of employment and demand someone's employee records, find out that is not an option and decide to make more false allegations there as well and think that there will not be any repercussion. This happened to my friend this week! Some crazy lady wrote an email to him and cc'd the email to some potential employer and made many false allegations. Later he found out that an hour before he was emailed this same crazy lady wend into his place of employment and started giving the receptionist a ton of made up crap! I all for freedom of speech but this is gone to far.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-35454461842890605682012-04-12T14:32:00.002-07:002012-04-12T22:34:17.745-07:00Pedicure<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivk1DhFes6roRYu_n2OAxnSTmUXxz_yFJRjH7ux9kWDygh-onCZldAmTPg3lliZHVHjVCWXvH5RO5lI3SGHjgftrMZcHYVIMAoLl-S_JMUJnengPf5Guopq1pMJ6kVtOVBjgcn3GHB_HrN/s700/photo-751004.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivk1DhFes6roRYu_n2OAxnSTmUXxz_yFJRjH7ux9kWDygh-onCZldAmTPg3lliZHVHjVCWXvH5RO5lI3SGHjgftrMZcHYVIMAoLl-S_JMUJnengPf5Guopq1pMJ6kVtOVBjgcn3GHB_HrN/s700/photo-751004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730630775474176914" /></a></p>My toes were in desperate need of a pedicure today so on my way south towards San Diego I decided to stop and try out a new salon to get a pedicure. I walked into the shop and was greeted by some very cheerful women. I was directed to the wall of polish and asked to choose a color, so many colors and I had to choose only one.<br />After I chose a pretty blue I was seated in a lovely massage chair with heated seats. How did they know I love heated seats?!?! Next, they placed a large pillow on my lap and reclined my seat. Wow a nap too! Pretty soon she began working on my toes without a word to me. Did she know exactly what I wanted? I guess . . . I couldn't see one thing she was doing over the giant green pillow placed on my lap. Eventually the pillow was removed, my flip flops had been place gently on my feet and I was directed to a toe dryer. My blue toes looked beautiful, what would this cost me I had not told her what type of pedicure I wanted, all I knew was my back was so warm, sweat was beading up on my forehead and I had blue toes.<br />Wow $18.00 plus a tip was all I was charged for the mystery pedicure. Will I go back to this salon? Maybe. . . I will have to be sure that I do not get a fungal infection in my toes but the experience was nice and the place looked clean. Only time will tell.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-71247240294327989682012-04-12T09:06:00.000-07:002012-04-12T09:12:04.253-07:00Have a wonderful day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjHaUnch1NS9THfz7nGpAUV6zY9nXEw58lLPMrT5s3mJu0AfCRO_MoSYAcBDd3DXvpMgTEeuPVOpKiMibAbWUOsgHmlQvYOdeOAJkNwqmkeMqXZk6ScEP4qfIbS9wzJ0bQwLm45F7udZy/s700/sunset6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjHaUnch1NS9THfz7nGpAUV6zY9nXEw58lLPMrT5s3mJu0AfCRO_MoSYAcBDd3DXvpMgTEeuPVOpKiMibAbWUOsgHmlQvYOdeOAJkNwqmkeMqXZk6ScEP4qfIbS9wzJ0bQwLm45F7udZy/s700/sunset6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730547516407773234" /></a>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-31009875408972340712012-04-08T15:15:00.001-07:002012-04-08T15:19:20.171-07:00Yummy desserts<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlJE9PfWVlPoHttQPD3Qk6dmhzEv1YJmBMRa2haeivva1dTFbQZ4hvmdMxTarkhgqtQ3c-5frXuvDbGqbNAfNvDK9jEbduG15T-CmSz-V3w6DSX7_5MTr9m7brNHqLXd1wjk9xbq-w4v8/s700/photo-791185.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlJE9PfWVlPoHttQPD3Qk6dmhzEv1YJmBMRa2haeivva1dTFbQZ4hvmdMxTarkhgqtQ3c-5frXuvDbGqbNAfNvDK9jEbduG15T-CmSz-V3w6DSX7_5MTr9m7brNHqLXd1wjk9xbq-w4v8/s700/photo-791185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729157344427728610" /></a></p>Here are some yummy desserts from when I took Wyatt to Extraordinary Desserts this past week. I want to work there so I can make such beautiful works of art.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-13829670624711889182012-04-07T21:31:00.003-07:002012-04-07T22:31:36.444-07:00He's 17 today<p class="mobile-photo" style="WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: Pointer; HEIGHT: 700px"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFb6T2D2NTIrJ_ct1ZJ5IwSzo7jQbSAKpApAn_j2HXbHjPdacR8Y4F_XBO8X_qz3ky2OKrLlwuZA2twCt6TEG_YgInvD5nSZpq-VhUERfVGsfafooOu4ozbhX90bL_dnJEvq79gYFjKThR/s700/photo-725626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728883044587097794" /></p>I love him so much and cannot believe how fast he has grown. We brought him home as a 22 inch 9 1/2 pound baby and now he is 6 ft 4 inches and almost 200 pounds. 17 years has been good to him. I hope the rest of his life is wonderful and he continues to enjoy and discover all the wonders life has to offer.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123281315447784144.post-21544087879200354682012-04-06T17:08:00.003-07:002012-04-07T22:01:23.375-07:00Last day of being 16<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDNgzX9CBGGSPPjj_dpEzoleYZRguZFWZKsO5nwDH8hZ36N4B06nIIwRJ8nZGYR1hvSQdVmYX2qKCaQNJp_ie5p4UDtbhUjrxmuk7kOPqtOz1bZZhiHFla51fuvxxuTzKmefGm6oyDNKd/s700/photo-796255.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDNgzX9CBGGSPPjj_dpEzoleYZRguZFWZKsO5nwDH8hZ36N4B06nIIwRJ8nZGYR1hvSQdVmYX2qKCaQNJp_ie5p4UDtbhUjrxmuk7kOPqtOz1bZZhiHFla51fuvxxuTzKmefGm6oyDNKd/s700/photo-796255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728444834489860754" /></a></p>Today is my wonderful sons last day at being 16. He is such a a sweet teenager who doesn't mind his mom being around.<br />As per our tradition we have been celebrating birthday week! It is so much fun.<br />Monday we went to his favorite breakfast spot - 101 diner<br />Tuesday he got breakfast in bed well it was more like brunch<br />Wednesday he got to open his Dr Dre headphones.<br />Thursday we went to Extraordinary Desserts before practice<br />Today we went to his favorite lunch place - Miyabi<br />I cannot believe he is turning 17 he is so amazing and caring and sweet. He enjoys hanging out at the hospital playing video games with his friend who has cancer and will not be coming home from the hospital. It's nice to know that he will always be there for his friends.<br />I wish you the best year coming and may all your wishes come true. I love you!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565892973990235564noreply@blogger.com0