tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62996368199046975752024-03-06T03:14:00.995-05:00TurnerFamilyTimesSDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-60409569965720909032013-11-21T21:54:00.002-05:002013-11-21T21:56:38.805-05:00Been gone too long...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good times at Palate to Pallet in 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a heavy backpack at Mast General Store in Knoxville 2012</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too many hormones in the chicken. Summer 2013</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grammy Noah spends the night. Summer 2013</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sean and Jack headed to Washington D.C. with Leslie snapping the pic. Fall 2012.</td></tr>
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SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-34171302145263388192011-09-17T15:48:00.006-04:002011-09-17T16:50:42.503-04:00Warrior Dash!Michael Laymon and I completed the Warrior Dash today in Manchester, Tennessee. It was fun and muddy and hard. Leslie was our faithful wingman today, taking pictures and guarding our gear and id's. Jack was also present, ready to have fun at every opportunity, and he is an excellent cheerleader. Click the picture below to see the pics. Thank God we all made it there and back safe.<br /><table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/TurnerFamilyTimes/WarriorDashSept2011?authuser=0&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zT7JaCUlZBA/TnUEsJEs_eE/AAAAAAAACAU/y3GDBVovqlg/s160-c/WarriorDashSept2011.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/TurnerFamilyTimes/WarriorDashSept2011?authuser=0&feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">Warrior Dash Sept 2011</a></td></tr></table>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-33770001811650859182011-08-23T21:54:00.006-04:002011-08-29T21:07:59.460-04:00Sissy Gets Her Stitches Out<div align="center">Leslie's youngest sister, Ashley, whom I refer to as "Sissy" came over Monday night for a little medical assistance. She needed to have some sutures removed from a couple of places on her back, and here are the photos of the action, including Mr. Inquisitive watching and showing his concern. He urged Leslie to be careful and said "don't hurt her Momma" several times...</div>
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<br /><div>Everything is looking good. Jack is making his assessment of a job well done by his Mommy and his brave Auntie. </div>
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What a great day!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FTurnerFamilyTimes%2Falbumid%2F5633100570491082929%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-47602549179615847542011-07-24T21:44:00.001-04:002011-07-24T21:45:42.917-04:00Train RideWe took a nice train ride in June on the Tennessee Valley Rail Road here in Chattanooga.<br /><br /><table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/TurnerFamilyTimes/JuneTrainRide?authuser=0&feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iPqIl0OcLXA/TizJ-og8uEE/AAAAAAAAB20/PccdnposHYI/s160-c/JuneTrainRide.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/TurnerFamilyTimes/JuneTrainRide?authuser=0&feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">June Train Ride</a></td></tr></table>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-36939741410728620192011-06-02T18:36:00.006-04:002011-06-02T20:22:37.953-04:00Learn from my mistakes people...So, here is a list of things that I forgot to bring on vacation that would have enhanced our trip...and an explanation regarding each item:<br /><br /><ul><br /><li>A rubber mallet: Have you ever tried to put up a tent and drive the stakes in with your hand or your flip-flop? Not good.</li><br /><li>Camping chairs: Going to Wal-Mart to buy beach chairs at $10 each, when we already have 6 camping chairs at home? Ouch.</li><br /><li>T-shirts to wear to the beach: I packed lightly, knowing that we had a washer/dryer in our rental house and we could do laundry whenever. However, my good intentions led to underpacking for this particular activity. So, I ended up wearing a white undershirt to the beach. Dork.</li><br /><li>Tennis rackets/gear and a basketball. Guess what is across the street from our rental house? That's right, a community park with really sweet tennis courts and a 4-goal hardtop for bball. Dude. A real missed opportunity. A little research with our mutual friend Google could've been beneficial in this situation.</li><br /><li>Food: I have been saving a big bucket of trailmix for this trip, and where is it? Still on the shelf in our pantry...all alone. And it could have been in my belly. Just like the sixpack of Woodchuck that's sitting in the pantry floor. Also, we have several muffin/ brownie mixes that could have been put to good use, and would not have taken up much packing space.</li><br /><li>The newspaper. Jeez, I am going nuts with no <a href="http://www.timesfreepress.com/">TimesFreePress</a> to read. I've got to look into having it sent to wherever I'm staying instead of putting it on hold or having a pile at home when I get back. I know I can read it online, but it's just not the same.</li><br /><li>Bike Lock: How many bicycle cable-locks do I have at home? Two? Three? How many do I have here? None. I do not trust my fellow man long enough for me to go into a store for 10 minutes and do a little shopping. There are several shopping areas within a short bike ride of our rental and I can ride my bicycle by and window-shop only. Dude.</li><br /><li>A tandem bike for Jack would've been nice. He's three years old, and can ride his bike, but man...it takes a lot of coaxing and cajoling to get him to go any faster than a leisurely three year old's pace. Which is slow. Very slow.</li><br /><li>A real shovel. Plastic shovels at the beach are really only novelties. They are not very good for digging or castle building and they break if you use them more than twice.</li></ul><br /><p>That's not to say that the vacation was a bust or not fun or any of that negative stuff; on the contrary, I think our family has had a very relaxing, very fun time. We have been to the beach every day, and had opportunities to go running and biking. We have also played some awesomely fun games on the Wii such as Karoke, Just Dance 2, and American Idol. And I am telling you people, if you want to laugh, play some of these dancing games with your family and/or friends. If you haven't yet, you are really missing out.</p>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-26553119991888353992011-04-10T23:05:00.007-04:002011-04-10T23:20:30.232-04:00Gone fishingOn Saturday evening, Leslie and I loaded the wagon with my tackle box, a couple of fishing poles, and Jack. We meandered down the street to the neighborhood pond, and hoped for at least a few bites from some brim to pass the time. Four bass later, it had turned out to be a fun evening. Thanks to Leslie for taking some timely action photos. <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FTurnerFamilyTimes%2Falbumid%2F5594153706907032001%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"></embed></div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-27714161526725021702011-03-02T22:17:00.006-05:002011-03-11T22:38:44.572-05:00Does anyone else do this?My wife has many superpowers...among them is the following:<br />Whether she has been sleeping for one hour or 10, she wakes up disoriented. Sometimes she even sits up and looks around bewildered, then she looks at me and inevitably says, "What day is it?"<br /><br />Also, she has the power to have a hightened body temperature. <em>However, under pressure from a party that shall remain nameless...I have edited this part.</em> Just suffice it to say: It's crazy. Meanwhile, I'm laying beside her shivering and just trying to make sure some part of my body is touching her so I can stave off frost bite. I call her "Wall-heater Girl." That's her super-power name. More to come on her other super-powers some other time. These are some of her funnier super powers, endearing one and all, making her whole package "all that and then some."SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-75708917273610595482011-03-02T22:11:00.005-05:002011-03-02T22:17:14.872-05:00Jack speaks...<div align="left">1. While at church last weekend, Leslie, Jack and I were headed upstairs to the second floor, but instead of steering towards the stairs, Jack tried to pull us toward the elevator and he said, "<em>Let's take the illustrator</em>!"<br /><br />2. Leslie was singing the B.I.B.L.E. song to Jack the other day<br /> "It's the b-i-b-l-e, yes that's the book for me"<br />to which Jack complained: "I don't want to sing the bee-hive, bee-hive E!" Pretty funny stuff.</div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-87983187541927992852011-03-02T22:09:00.003-05:002011-03-02T22:11:13.585-05:00Fast-Track PostsOkay people...Life is too busy these days, and I find myself unable to make time for blogging. So I am going to adjust by going to a mostly text-style update for the time being.<br /><br />The first text update is about Jack, of course...SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-79261997250035941652011-01-10T18:31:00.005-05:002011-01-10T18:47:24.556-05:00Halloween 2010<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnlCWQk3vyLLaXS8H5jXtEh_2in5JrBpo2ynS4ImHUkuL8qpeVJE4wBMJ1QdeeUM5lz8ElnFk6c1X_xDB_95Hl1nGpG08s0K7hqVZvSAnRRg5SEtcXofNIVo7yKGuG3GkklpuCZFCu6qQ/s1600/2010+halloween+%252867%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704816374147250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnlCWQk3vyLLaXS8H5jXtEh_2in5JrBpo2ynS4ImHUkuL8qpeVJE4wBMJ1QdeeUM5lz8ElnFk6c1X_xDB_95Hl1nGpG08s0K7hqVZvSAnRRg5SEtcXofNIVo7yKGuG3GkklpuCZFCu6qQ/s320/2010+halloween+%252867%2529.jpg" /></a> Jack trick-or-treating with the children of some of our friends.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRTS8Tfk8xT6g0uGlo05jXNb7Nryb2A7HFDQI0vw3-H4JB2ksagIuaeCERslR4UQKXMUtbyf6ialB5oMJ3KUw_3M7NBPvl6141ZjnT2xNNkIw-_71CbDM5bRqMmtw1m2YY6toK4-akMSG/s1600/2010+halloween.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704806096111314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRTS8Tfk8xT6g0uGlo05jXNb7Nryb2A7HFDQI0vw3-H4JB2ksagIuaeCERslR4UQKXMUtbyf6ialB5oMJ3KUw_3M7NBPvl6141ZjnT2xNNkIw-_71CbDM5bRqMmtw1m2YY6toK4-akMSG/s320/2010+halloween.jpg" /></a> Mommy with a red dinosaur.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOKwdeotXtO9cHRjgvNIMY7IFnOp1QNWalXfVUR6PJicS0VxwtDf7FpJ-_JsmK598OWkw3bRuCN5OdJ-S-WKOXV5OFNH4cgj55ZWzT9wapVXIaziU9YvF24yEh9xyyQ7Roh30wum5j5AD/s1600/2010+halloween+%252874%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704562460433634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOKwdeotXtO9cHRjgvNIMY7IFnOp1QNWalXfVUR6PJicS0VxwtDf7FpJ-_JsmK598OWkw3bRuCN5OdJ-S-WKOXV5OFNH4cgj55ZWzT9wapVXIaziU9YvF24yEh9xyyQ7Roh30wum5j5AD/s320/2010+halloween+%252874%2529.jpg" /></a> The ferocious red dinosaur serveys his surroundings<br />with a suspicious eye.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQOE3KhWYj2b8V9oxKye8fpaCcMKZfeAxSfcFcdACYNiun__txH8qgx7lO6nZ1xOl2idFRaXw56ROfS1Z0m8jJW-pGzHafa0cKvj_O-jjyfr1Y8Sy6xzhXkzShBBo49v5EQjWQ4uZLE8h/s1600/2010+ekids+halloween+%252818%2529.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704551484454450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQOE3KhWYj2b8V9oxKye8fpaCcMKZfeAxSfcFcdACYNiun__txH8qgx7lO6nZ1xOl2idFRaXw56ROfS1Z0m8jJW-pGzHafa0cKvj_O-jjyfr1Y8Sy6xzhXkzShBBo49v5EQjWQ4uZLE8h/s320/2010+ekids+halloween+%252818%2529.jpg" /></a>The dinosaur takes a swing at a halloween spider pinata.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJognhUwLHRyZ3SovRE1gJhruyIzVqMV7ubR9sooYakmvq7UjFH3yptoHQRzomtvf7d9YboF9MXtz2bJbFJoc5ooNjve-nvoM-qu-5r_oGKmSkxG95V0iljd7mQDeVSFV6D2H2NMVzJes4/s1600/2010+Carving+pumpkins+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704544012852130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJognhUwLHRyZ3SovRE1gJhruyIzVqMV7ubR9sooYakmvq7UjFH3yptoHQRzomtvf7d9YboF9MXtz2bJbFJoc5ooNjve-nvoM-qu-5r_oGKmSkxG95V0iljd7mQDeVSFV6D2H2NMVzJes4/s320/2010+Carving+pumpkins+016.jpg" /></a>As I've previously stated, the pumpkins turned out pretty nice. Leslie did the happy one, I did the cat (not the high degree of difficulty), and Jack did the mean face.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2DAzZ8tSHXsiqFBKH-eticw0RoDglZbSJm50sPOuP8eTZbv5nbVI99Ryiod2SAs5m96CfRLutbyZWRAdVmYGIaWe8q74WwSU61feOmlzPl-k1ntADlliWUdJes32K7q1XPlWd5550k_m/s1600/2010+Carving+pumpkins+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704539693457330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2DAzZ8tSHXsiqFBKH-eticw0RoDglZbSJm50sPOuP8eTZbv5nbVI99Ryiod2SAs5m96CfRLutbyZWRAdVmYGIaWe8q74WwSU61feOmlzPl-k1ntADlliWUdJes32K7q1XPlWd5550k_m/s320/2010+Carving+pumpkins+009.jpg" /></a> Caught with their hands in the pumpkin's brains! Yuck!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TzeTVZWomdMujbeXWhSC6jlH10yN2IsWbgtLyvpkFNWm0PI0hSVl7bT1Lv_KQWx-EBQmjld2TNcexTO2El4VoJQBQ2r2u8RBegOWiLg1K0wNHcXNe_D6kpkZ5p1IwHfxwB9micDBkx26/s1600/2010+Carving+pumpkins+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560704531518978434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TzeTVZWomdMujbeXWhSC6jlH10yN2IsWbgtLyvpkFNWm0PI0hSVl7bT1Lv_KQWx-EBQmjld2TNcexTO2El4VoJQBQ2r2u8RBegOWiLg1K0wNHcXNe_D6kpkZ5p1IwHfxwB9micDBkx26/s320/2010+Carving+pumpkins+006.jpg" /></a> Jack was hesistant, but as always with Mommy leading the way, he overcame his hesitation and pressed on with his Airborne mission.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-34333340716234627082011-01-10T18:19:00.004-05:002011-01-10T18:30:35.698-05:00A trip back in Oct '10We went to Kristen and Dave Trout's wedding back in October, and on the way back, we stopped at a place called Lamb's Farm in Illinois outside of Chicago. It was a decent stop and we had a good time with Grammy and Opa.<br /><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560701623908019346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBJIJdiHVQvg3MLwfejlDEeAd9H8Dc2hAPtKoyzYHbjERyaJr7T0R7IjzAi3NqV8qoMP5uu40i0RLbg4Fj5UY8u1eBMryJbe2a9tAjH_KREXBsoR0kk4SOoohMLhxNX1j748_yFcAM9zD/s320/Kristin+wedding+trip+055.jpg" />Grammy and Opa riding the kiddy train with us.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gClhQ-fmOdncTheecZ_ZQ1sUya7U3OI27RMsUc5_3rUYIUcdLVJ_gp5N8GE4jJULl8fdqHp27_qP7HFo4F3mnfUSFROH_jhRysMwtyU5uzyj73urXQu63mQn3VJAWxItxZUlj8v3Sng0/s1600/Kristin+wedding+trip+054.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560701620955126338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gClhQ-fmOdncTheecZ_ZQ1sUya7U3OI27RMsUc5_3rUYIUcdLVJ_gp5N8GE4jJULl8fdqHp27_qP7HFo4F3mnfUSFROH_jhRysMwtyU5uzyj73urXQu63mQn3VJAWxItxZUlj8v3Sng0/s320/Kristin+wedding+trip+054.jpg" /></a>Giddy with anitcipation for the train ride.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-MO2rVNxPV4fVxmvnb8ibAcq09xrHyGYc4h2aBRbUDvUhdX-kGcsBHERgLWXv4jpYTJ8CPDgQNkVRHLU1cJLEQBkmOSsSTLnW4Thv6UATSXoBdMSW9Un66wSFkXtSi91wiUqXmlAotlc/s1600/Kristin+wedding+trip+058.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560701616979855042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-MO2rVNxPV4fVxmvnb8ibAcq09xrHyGYc4h2aBRbUDvUhdX-kGcsBHERgLWXv4jpYTJ8CPDgQNkVRHLU1cJLEQBkmOSsSTLnW4Thv6UATSXoBdMSW9Un66wSFkXtSi91wiUqXmlAotlc/s320/Kristin+wedding+trip+058.jpg" /></a> Jack rides the chicken. See how excited he is in this picture?</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguArJlZaHhgZ2RYD1RE1A_wNP0dbuakhKMtZs7D4MVh_YL54ZfglV171OskpBMUVC0SOZ17WW9j0-ycgUoRORC99B0NPaaDZWusw-N0nwjhJ8CzErAuddd_v0HUOLs7uMShij1Jnaat-Wj/s1600/Kristin+wedding+trip+033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560701606775157906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguArJlZaHhgZ2RYD1RE1A_wNP0dbuakhKMtZs7D4MVh_YL54ZfglV171OskpBMUVC0SOZ17WW9j0-ycgUoRORC99B0NPaaDZWusw-N0nwjhJ8CzErAuddd_v0HUOLs7uMShij1Jnaat-Wj/s320/Kristin+wedding+trip+033.jpg" /></a>It was close to Halloween and they had some decorations up - this one was a nice photo op.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUcPCuTbaYmxCWgfAs93eLxh3SxU1lUmlhyphenhyphenKNCNACHKdcQl8x9VKpAFfB1NJq9wxZQmE-2gnGR5mtGiSNu2pSXdvvO-BtQ-xmPEVdfyzCYJRcEvugNQ0dimBVwwJy3sWv2Xa8N17_lMd0/s1600/Kristin+wedding+trip+032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560701601795598418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUcPCuTbaYmxCWgfAs93eLxh3SxU1lUmlhyphenhyphenKNCNACHKdcQl8x9VKpAFfB1NJq9wxZQmE-2gnGR5mtGiSNu2pSXdvvO-BtQ-xmPEVdfyzCYJRcEvugNQ0dimBVwwJy3sWv2Xa8N17_lMd0/s320/Kristin+wedding+trip+032.jpg" /></a> 3 big men.<br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-9979256410798458192010-12-18T19:42:00.015-05:002010-12-18T23:22:27.233-05:00While Mommy is away... (1st weekend of Nov)<div align="center">Leslie went away with her Mom and sisters for there annual girls weekend in Gatlinburg. </div><div align="center">So, Jack and I entertained ourselves with several fun activities.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188271982351826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXx-dtZSMz5D0uk91AcyF8TDMqVJvulrag1-5gKXZaxr9ZvpficFdvii4Je-StUPn-MlRKn0sn77YawmMFSQLw1c5JKM-EJ9g6C5AUPQz4bX7paliHp5NanrimZJ0HGBElvvA0prYN7hH/s320/2010+girls+weekend.jpg" />Here are the ladies ready to have to together time.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188284155193362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyl6g_TBTUQ8QcpqMZ-aHY9WQxRidc-zSx8OtEBg3MB9VcJlKE3sFC9LeeeX-zvA0uuAU8fXr4h6WydDHbpz2OaynS4xCj8Ook3mqCoA6VCqghEKWwtf_AvFK7wueQQIre8kFBImBGA-xA/s320/dog+race.jpg" /> <p align="center">Jack and I went to <a href="http://www.playdogexcellent.com/">Play Dog Excellent</a> and watched teams of 4 dogs each run relay races! Talk about crazy loud and fun!</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p>We watched high school bands at Finley Stadium that Saturday night. Jack and I sat in 40F weather for an hour while we ate Halloween candy and watched the bands. </div><div align="center">We had a great time and nearly froze to death.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188278352140530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHZWF3lESk1jS9KYO2Vqf3jGI45RaTxeTh_d8ZPhlCLhc_5p8VUc1c3FuiVP2DxmwYHXjB6d9I2vycrdsQXm4Fgle6XvvysZt6uDR5caJaIK6pJ0PP9Mm7H6Vg9qhi1vwwCFIsGCoga0Jw/s320/band+comp.jpg" />Good times!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188627303037410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggqoRY5rxHFL7k-AkzwqXARF55_7cdoFsevX1LhkMoeHfvDNaFeCUvsVLn5GtnQXwRfeXalyuW3ajdRahqNFwoDaVHf0q5qo37gAJixEh_CaQL09Ii1yq3wirCRx5eZ8pEY14nKd08Gnu/s320/pbs+%25283%2529.jpg" /> <p align="center">Here is the bigger-than-life sized Cat in the Hat. We saw him and his friends at the WTCI open house that weekend. They were a little too big for Jack to be comfortable with them, so you can see below that even Clifford was a even a little too scary to approach. I did get him to stand beside Curious George long enough to snap a quick pic. You can even see in the pic that he's blurry because he wouldn't stand beside George long enough to get a good shot.<br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188636021479458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1KNV3mqk5LSMADWNrwfaUZARil6W8uWqhBJt5EnpFso_M2xatc3sC_U7qcfzTtnlVQK1wJOP_31eyu9rLgp7IdUvI42BsxrorZLYoHKK5oqkjpQG6dyXbyppI4wz35y84JD4k2hPO-HtV/s320/pbs+%25284%2529.jpg" />Clifford<br /></p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188624644901906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbh-9DLIxN390tLUgwnUnJ94HybLhCR0_XRLLVxchZaG-ziczFYYEa0JSBiCgbXh6Oe7euwKE8VZmIbXhjbGjanK8g2C79JOj-hu9e6aWb2cRLCWXBnidL0qIa3YWklD9gkzjJHd0OBfAs/s320/pbs+%25282%2529.jpg" />Jack and George<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188621825874450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3CSW5nT2lSUf9w5wvQdqHxsHUfR_i0Bk5vYJSAMvIrROvqPuPoVHfRt7JqGApsWS_1-PIDAKWKS8Gb-QGRECakZ3rDBd-rrkUT45K22oTIt_71dKwejjn4GwWV8K24Ifk1VQpiLyP_yL/s320/pbs.jpg" />Jack beside the big Fire Truck that was on display. </div><div align="center">He was interested in it for about 3 minutes.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552188279780444466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHg9RsPKgP22gJOZPtFosPeK5YPcAH1zL_VX-8FOo7_XOQ6cbKFzHN2IWU3eeriHUMByxWeHp_eML9pN9Sma0zThfR5w2d44IdYUyvitTmIR53xG2mC3uw6a2jWuZ4e3CZXFJAM3ZBIsGF/s320/2010+girls+weekend+2.jpg" /> <p align="center">Here's the results of Leslie's shopping trip with her Mom and sisters. Jeez. It was a good weekend for everyone apparently!<br /></p>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-21642501954323392302010-10-24T21:40:00.006-04:002010-10-24T21:59:24.657-04:00The Annual Pumpkin Carving Fiasco<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&noautoplay=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FTurnerFamilyTimes%2Falbumid%2F5531792786983561505%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Jack had no nap today despite our best efforts. We went to TJ Maxx, and even out to the fall festival at Burks UMC for a few hours, so carving the pumpkins was the last event of the day. Jack was skittish at first, but with some gentle encouragement (and a few honest threats thrown in) he finally warmed up to the idea of putting his hands in. All in all, despite teetering on the edge of three-year-old eminent breakdown, I think all of the pumpkins turned out real nice. Leslie did the happy one, I did the cat, and Jack's is the "mean face." </div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-54243866228981686312010-10-13T14:18:00.015-04:002010-10-13T14:36:52.398-04:00A child's unique perspective...<div align="center">The other day, Jack was using the toilet in Mommy and Daddy's bathroom. </div><div align="center">He noticed his Daddy (me) stocking a</div><div align="center">cabinet with Mommy's femine hygiene products. </div><div align="center">The wrappers were plastic and multicolored, </div><div align="center">and I was taking them out of a bright pink box. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527598406773261906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpY0XALBBmTT3xE3_Xwp5ZDxEZxzNzABoKduZO9aqJ9HaZ8dTnb4ZOkrtiWen9VA7i4n41nskmVNtmcwytCSFxXUarjYGn9WnB2DYgIReCkoqin8DPayT5OJ-MCBByQQv37m_nqtRlUPJ/s320/1010042623.jpg" /></div><p align="center">Jack asked me: "Daddy, are those lollipops?"</p><div align="center">I replied: "Yes they are. Only for Mommy though." </div><div align="center">And with that, we finished our business and went on our way.</div><div align="center">Conversations like this are a daily occurence between us. </div><div align="center">And I only lie to him most of the time.</div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-37382525842821751572010-09-27T21:30:00.009-04:002010-09-27T21:53:47.659-04:00Bionic Woman<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53_daj6wQHtsdfDEuEvMSGqFlBHDoOy6X7FvIHeCor-hNrBU1-xIZD6UQdWpi1EDJgxRu9KJJAnqzPdV4PnEP4zLJR1YKdqlfKoLIwgFYC7wrDwtIAcnxrHDGIY1ySE3uLaRDKgHJm9it/s1600/Leslie+pre-op.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521770909373253538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53_daj6wQHtsdfDEuEvMSGqFlBHDoOy6X7FvIHeCor-hNrBU1-xIZD6UQdWpi1EDJgxRu9KJJAnqzPdV4PnEP4zLJR1YKdqlfKoLIwgFYC7wrDwtIAcnxrHDGIY1ySE3uLaRDKgHJm9it/s320/Leslie+pre-op.jpg" /></a><br /><object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="296" height="50"><param name="_cx" value="7831"><param name="_cy" value="1322"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.soundboard.com/sb/playerskins/singleTrackPlayer3.swf?trackURL=http://www.soundboard.com/mediafiles/NTgzMzEyMDIyNTgzNDIw_cMUPeZ7MnLU.mp3&vol=70&action=start&title=Bionic jump&photo=http://www.soundboard.com/memberphoto/808012022808126.jpg"><param name="Src" value="http://www.soundboard.com/sb/playerskins/singleTrackPlayer3.swf?trackURL=http://www.soundboard.com/mediafiles/NTgzMzEyMDIyNTgzNDIw_cMUPeZ7MnLU.mp3&vol=70&action=start&title=Bionic jump&photo=http://www.soundboard.com/memberphoto/808012022808126.jpg"><param name="WMode" value="Transparent"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><embed wmode="'transparent'" src="http://www.soundboard.com/sb/playerskins/singleTrackPlayer3.swf?&trackURL=http://www.soundboard.com/mediafiles/NTgzMzEyMDIyNTgzNDIw_cMUPeZ7MnLU.mp3&vol=70&action=start&title=Bionic jump&photo=http://www.soundboard.com/memberphoto/808012022808126.jpg" quality="'high'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'296'" height="'50'"></embed></object><br /><div align="center">Here is a picture of my lovely and brave wife, </div><div align="center">who has gone four times under the knife.</div><div align="center">I can't think of anything else that rhymes at this time of night! Leslie had surgery #2 on her left shoulder 3 weeks ago, and is progressing well. She isn't pain-free, but has done a lot better this time around. She is doing therapy twice weekly (sometimes thrice weekly) and has good range of motion. If you care to look back to the very beginning of this blog, you'll see that she always looks great before surgery.</div><div align="center">( By the way, if you haven't already, press play on the arrow under her pic. )</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-74944905732618645172010-07-27T22:12:00.002-04:002010-07-27T22:14:24.916-04:00Don't make me tell you twice boy!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJcC4LN_IiTmv85fdRHndNVOLc8uCuyWF2FpFFjmDf6saxuB3HcwiAD6RuZp80KyfqLeSNoCdckgytcncuBBDr4llTA13pac0Mz80P4Dvh08oFaVuPQ_T1hOlgcvcBtp60dBgPkq2SoP4/s1600/0726101502-776593.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498774372237737426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJcC4LN_IiTmv85fdRHndNVOLc8uCuyWF2FpFFjmDf6saxuB3HcwiAD6RuZp80KyfqLeSNoCdckgytcncuBBDr4llTA13pac0Mz80P4Dvh08oFaVuPQ_T1hOlgcvcBtp60dBgPkq2SoP4/s320/0726101502-776593.jpg" /></a></p>Jack passed his hearing test! This is great news because we have been having a lot of trouble out of his left ear. He has suffered though it and now i think we are past it. Yeah!SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-50133697560637128052010-07-21T20:37:00.003-04:002010-07-27T21:59:28.726-04:001st Attempt at CanningMy friend Doug enouraged me to try my hand at canning over the weekend, and after he loaned me the pot and utensils, I used about 3 hours Monay night to get into it. I ended up with 15 pints of better boys and one quart of roma's. Not bad for my first try. I'll let you know in a few months if they're poisoned or anything. Only time will tell. Leslie let me buy my own canning gear at Walmart tonight. I'm practically a chick sometimes.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmXMzInQEKM7vpLGsaykdeKXc8YTYGufd3LlMe2gBo2LaV2zzr0atp5VF0Ipg-QrW_eLgS2gA7MaqhqiGBOzN57NyB7q3J6rrPW3VgHgzd5w8rdQIosrDlq36P2wYwanttJJ54pvycel0/s1600/2010+Mudroom.jpg"></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496524144301658738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDia-4K5r4wE9hDWakyRio2JDH3lFtm3-X7a6LtkJbVwGUT0y9V-OnUM7TK6JJuasyQt470lA2KeDr9GjyBS6RigxtHiyiCwvwDDp7kC8HIyRgFpnUnDqkJvWbmhhZehs_FxHpfoaxG_A6/s320/Canning+1st+try+(1).jpg" /><br /><br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496523875910425186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLQdPnbRGt2khKX-_wv_vzjdqatIEIueultmIW8KarsLoE3XWYkoXEQK9NSOOTIP6fmdmeAy6XREl6G6U3q-7Sv30wscReLWw6JDxV1vbo2ff0nQ0_fy5u4t4h8B-R7nN5RTI0knEf6Pl/s320/Canning+1st+try+(2).jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-72498524567279221092010-07-13T20:12:00.002-04:002010-07-13T20:44:56.440-04:00Good News for Marley!At our regular vet visit last week we were informed by the Doc that Marley's heartworm dipstick-test was positive! We were crushed. The treatment for heartworms is very hard on the dog (the meds contain arsenic) and very hard on the owner's wallet. So they called the next day and said they wanted to do a blood test for confirmation, and we ended up taking her in last Thursday, and we finally got the results today that she was negative! Yeah for Marley! We are so relieved that she is good to go.<br /><br />During the vet visit, Jack was in the room with us watching the exam. In order to test her stools for worms and whatever else, the tech stuck a plastic probe about 8 inches into Marleys bottom, and Jack's mouth dropped open and his eyes got so big. We just about fell out of our chairs watching his reaction to the whole thing. It was hilarious.SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-18515485087528286392010-07-08T20:48:00.009-04:002010-07-08T22:16:38.854-04:00Misc Moments...<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491703459931075970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxAAi_boi1bYLbFGUi4r5dCibS9JvnvpEVy1m4oRs6_U8daGb1qCosccl9tiXo-EGqbuEKdFaZfxkvoKZeDgkkTL1i3q2MslQ-HAaT-KHZbA7x4MzYng5qF60Ne4RVATdFJJJRPkQ6Fx2/s320/Tile+Staircase.jpg" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is our new tile job on the staircase.</div><div align="center">Just kidding. This is actually at 'The Tile Store' and we do have a tile job to </div><div align="center">tell you about soon, and we purchased our tile from them. </div><div align="center">But sadly Leslie wouldn't let me go all-out </div><div align="center">and get this done too. Maybe in the future...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491703453101497394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCzmoBNGJI86j27Aiva5fHe6S8t6tRPUOfiAjJfGewnJB4doaYetEy_mtCL7ovKF4MkOtAgKwe_diuuV6hFRzrKeVfIBfcH71KZyE0kbyOSADtEY48rjSORgdEgKvvy4K3Qq4Z-zOo8Ei/s320/Misc+003.jpg" /> Here is some of the bounty from the Turner Garden. I actually had a good corn crop and the tomatoes are coming in good right now. I have learned a few things this year:<br /><ul><li>Ears of corn are only $0.19 at Walmart. This renders my efforts at the growing of corn to be retarded and a waste of time. I know what you're going to say, "your effort makes it taste better...blah blah blah.. but the Walmart corn in this case is better tasting and bigger. My corn didn't taste that good and they were skinny. </li><li>No more growing radishes. What was I thinking? They grow very easy, they're the first crop that's ready to pick, and still taste like radishes.</li><li>Long rows of veggies next year instead of short rows. </li><li>Growing cucumbers and squash in tomato cages didn't turn out very good. I only got 3 squash. Dude.</li><li>I need to sew the carrot seeds very thinly. I sewed them thickly this year and that was a big mistake. I got nothing.</li><li>Jack is good at picking tomatoes-even ones that aren't quite ripe yet!<br /></li></ul><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491703438865040466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOE3SqF8Z3aNxQwBSYhbFjYXzr7BEVrdZxX48wVjIIknjY0hVv9dVoEX6up9kTuTXihX_mHfQS-rnPAdNV7fJS0v80k_bMWjpLlr_O2lg_aaZOF1WyoFvTxejFLjMzlwFqQqFJ8TwKmwv/s320/2010+June+Swimming+(2).jpg" /> <p align="center">Here's Jack and his beautiful mother at the Red Bank Pool having a great time.<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491703428592930786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvmRpN_dttXlF-Gn1GXVLT5e3nXaA_nYs0lTUSgmiYABzRmbH29XgzBch2Ir2fRxqyxFJyCGde4bw7bEIg9ezK-MPyXfC0dDL0tI2_cQIwPYYqR3P29lU3Ar8FG89XI64ZmMyUKoHQWo9/s320/2010+Mudroom.jpg" /> If I get my tools out, guess who has to get his tools out too?<br />This is the mudroom project. One of 4 in progress at our house! </div><br /><div align="center">(Details to follow in a separate posting.) </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491723059955113762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlqUZDAckRNyq1Dy8d1fb6YoUMf1WwxqXv-2MIna4JwtrSJYYdGMUX-BlrYzPSErKCllRIVruygY3WfEv0jJD3d0a5BxjlI1GgibgVJ7plJrBvmqJtKvrzWaHOKwkvknNfF_SAEJpUk0Wt/s320/2010+Independence+Day.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq03NQJIQUVtTXaLXsxRQHST1RgdRMd-2Uu-vM1-7UVUEF06DG9YwcyOwXpDekL4k6XW8h13q_7nOCfoD0SzYF5JD8-De09zlt-ekiZY3TPU_BuYxrDEhe3M66rnEfNdqpf3KGxHVYTRcI/s1600/2010+Independence+Day.jpg"></a>The Independence Day celebration at Coolidge Park was very fun. </div><div align="center">Crowded, but fun. We had a funnel cake and lemonade </div><div align="center">while we enjoyed the music and the fireworks. </div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-83506583619679347232010-07-08T20:29:00.003-04:002010-07-08T20:32:42.063-04:00The Other Day...Funny Story: Jack likes to shut himself in the kitchen pantry while we're cooking, as kind of a hide-and-seek game. He also is a big Thomas the Train fan. So the other day, while playing in the pantry, he gets quiet, comes out of the pantry and hands Lesie a Kool-Aid packet and says, "Here's your ticket home Mommy." It struck me as a pretty funny moment.SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-61586704966793422892010-06-19T15:24:00.007-04:002010-06-21T21:07:12.140-04:00<div align="center">We went to beautiful Lake Junaluska, North Carolina last week for the annual conference for the United Methodist Church. Leslie went to conference meetings for 3 days, so Jack and I did a lot of "hanging out." </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUFg9qDfoyhO-UXI4cKEe1MMJW6UnxjJXKfDziMexy_7lGk_ou74QBLLgA0Ifx2vv8bZHtN0iLbK7kntXZk_NYdZhrtQ6qfUQUJRdvo_LBpXBKM13X5hF8wT6GAIPJfiJy5jeTuhHQjWn/s1600/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(35).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484571196265809906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUFg9qDfoyhO-UXI4cKEe1MMJW6UnxjJXKfDziMexy_7lGk_ou74QBLLgA0Ifx2vv8bZHtN0iLbK7kntXZk_NYdZhrtQ6qfUQUJRdvo_LBpXBKM13X5hF8wT6GAIPJfiJy5jeTuhHQjWn/s320/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(35).jpg" /></a> We climbed on the playground.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecwZ2Di89-S8WxjKtnyr2Ye7LTAuhIW0Rh0ZWQtR1gplgJ1hCfGanuf_f59tOnzvqgt_lyuf9QNpCY7f25i_u9ZGBZN5OvgXw4kUpGaJtTKuHPpzIQZM8YR1tW2ieRBzDMl1z4umh6hPO/s1600/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(28).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484571189829992370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecwZ2Di89-S8WxjKtnyr2Ye7LTAuhIW0Rh0ZWQtR1gplgJ1hCfGanuf_f59tOnzvqgt_lyuf9QNpCY7f25i_u9ZGBZN5OvgXw4kUpGaJtTKuHPpzIQZM8YR1tW2ieRBzDMl1z4umh6hPO/s320/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(28).jpg" /></a> We slid in the slides.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWN59hZUh66v-5uPDUXoJXNeAjrpsUeIMMpoUONwmD5kbVNSuWGwL4JPoGV6z-uyIS_31aJxCdkIiCew0hPc5Jvn8ZyJmByTrDAjsEcV9NXYHkyWJO56XrBGcpfNaBtOBNR4Jjd0pzyQi3/s1600/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(26).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484571186335302402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWN59hZUh66v-5uPDUXoJXNeAjrpsUeIMMpoUONwmD5kbVNSuWGwL4JPoGV6z-uyIS_31aJxCdkIiCew0hPc5Jvn8ZyJmByTrDAjsEcV9NXYHkyWJO56XrBGcpfNaBtOBNR4Jjd0pzyQi3/s320/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(26).jpg" /></a> We made elephant noses out of playdough.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mdoIUqJ-D2JYkLTSo8W8nEcL6sv60nOjRo9HW_ouf9AuCwFFUftpI7XGXoC0WBjUmDF8m6nVQi_0TszmLe7bDFi58Fltm9uFdCg41hQFiJK-KdjYRT12l2maoQgkBqQRuDNvM8F_joex/s1600/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(9).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484571174677584002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mdoIUqJ-D2JYkLTSo8W8nEcL6sv60nOjRo9HW_ouf9AuCwFFUftpI7XGXoC0WBjUmDF8m6nVQi_0TszmLe7bDFi58Fltm9uFdCg41hQFiJK-KdjYRT12l2maoQgkBqQRuDNvM8F_joex/s320/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(9).jpg" /></a> We played outside a bunch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRW5je2o3Q_CIzhZeyag8MFtIuvGqzp4AjT7p9ibNVviTgBnGg0TEYMLEjRMHxkXnt1LTFBCQii0xkcyRFgTXAkBcObDsAgIUo0918oDtzxygxgKwrAXBXqQSnG9y_4_iG_jwtCGPftJF/s1600/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(6).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484571159728101122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRW5je2o3Q_CIzhZeyag8MFtIuvGqzp4AjT7p9ibNVviTgBnGg0TEYMLEjRMHxkXnt1LTFBCQii0xkcyRFgTXAkBcObDsAgIUo0918oDtzxygxgKwrAXBXqQSnG9y_4_iG_jwtCGPftJF/s320/2010+Lake+Junaluska+(6).jpg" /></a> We fed copious amounts of cheap bread from the local Bi-Lo to the geese. </div><br /><div>And those honkers are not nice by the way.</div><div> </div><div>So, we had a good time and made it home safe and sound.</div></div><br /></div>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-51994412105166011242010-06-02T23:49:00.002-04:002010-06-02T23:59:47.628-04:00Another critter comes to visit us...<a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VR_WfibU3wR7xzB0Ss5z_A?feat=blogger" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9upcQy6ORO9JLmktotSNYApdhRMTj8mdn1WE8cdDErsPNk_Ud5Hhtja8M-uoFrDf1ts7YlfV3PcoZXa9ShjhwzpRhAWm79ipjkg3YP_wYJ_bN6czFQ-C1MtMN35E_qXO2FvKyjIw8pKk/s512/2010%20snake%20(1).jpg" width="490" height="343" /></a>I believe this is a rat snake. We captured this one (out in the street by our house) and stared at him for a while. He was about 3 feet long and as big around as your thumb. He had the nerve to open his mouth and try to bite us! Jeez! We released him back into the wild unharmed. The 'wild' is also known as the weeds across the street from our house. In the video you can hear Leslie describing the whole thing just like one of those people on the news! Jack was not really impressed.<br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyD8SVGpcG8OjxiQO-weNiJIfApv0ZabRe9ZxTDN4WviyMe19Z0Gv33TJ1fq6cd7lmH_d6kBfNvrCiQyEc8mw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-59801640065660384812010-06-02T23:45:00.000-04:002010-06-02T23:45:22.831-04:00Yes we can still play ball.<a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bgBJZhT6I26a0HWSIrAqLg?feat=blogger" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZtbmPngdw06-mNdobOxgRPfrFh8tdeJrP_hHPZDk1Ijyxo_Hk_E9Ss4Di7g06bcAn7slrcZ-9zzJpdKC2jwsMbFOkJA6OYBeb_8pLJyQ1f4yjLX9OqSp_cU7tSFIuxHKltlnYKVX4cBk/s512/We%20can%20still%20play%20(1).jpg" width="443" height="338" /></a>My brother came down to Chattanooga last month for work and we laced up the old sneakers and played a little b-ball just like old times. I didn't hurt myself that night thank God, and we both played well. It was fun.SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299636819904697575.post-50656422784072328692010-06-02T23:42:00.000-04:002010-06-02T23:42:28.586-04:00Black Widow Spider! Run Away!!!<a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WDiONWKKaR7ZuJ_XjRQWcQ?feat=blogger" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wyHUQYtgfG_e2aD4itE2n5eKVohiwLnW4NWTgwJWUm6NKOMnDrIXZ9__YI7T__4x24-k54pox8Ea_42j_rvbqxx6YsCFTO21Y3AWuNikVlB_lNj9C6m0NYKJ8deh9sQCLF6AE0xMRh1H/s512/2010%20black%20widow%20(12).jpg" width="391" height="306" /></a>I was moving some blocks in the back yard a few weeks ago, and this little lady almost crawled up my hand - yikes! I carried her out to the weeds and bid her a fond farewell.SDThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10072927550815524769noreply@blogger.com0