<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:14:55.726-06:00</updated><category term='Country'/><category term='household ideas'/><category term='Competition'/><category term='Hannah Montana'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='*BOOM*'/><category term='IV and fun?'/><category term='Pizza'/><category term='crap'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Bret Michaels'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='discoveries'/><category term='Love'/><category term='etc.'/><category term='Moments'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Lightning'/><category term='Festivities'/><category term='Long walk'/><category term='Sin'/><category term='Forgotten'/><category term='Great food'/><category term='Sly Willie'/><title type='text'>*its jus me &amp; my boys*</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for laughter, stories, rock 'n' roll and best times of all!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-1612639550873513145</id><published>2011-03-21T05:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T05:15:04.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 6 Months in 4 Paragraphs... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Honestly I forgot that I had a blogspot... haha! Way back when this was the kool thing to do and now.... its facebook. Oh how times have changed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are all doing GREAT!!! Lets update a little... I don't know when I posted last, so I'll just start from last August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aug. 29, 2010 - Tayg broke his leg jumping on gramma's tramp. :( 3 days before his third birthday. Poor boy!! He was put in a splint at first and then was actually casted on Sept. 1 (his birthday) so EVERYONE wrote "Happy Birthday" all over the cast. He was in a cast for 8 weeks, then had to attend 5 weeks of physical therapy after. It was a long LOOONG process. But he is perfectly okay now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That same week the kids started skool. My lil man, Kylan started Kindergarten this year. Unlike me this kid LOVES to learn and enjoys everyday of skool! That makes me so happy!! Christian is in 5th grade and will be moving out of the "kiddie" skool next year *sniff sniff* my baby is growing up too quickly... I feel soooo old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oct. 2010 - Candi and I traveled to the Great Salt Lake area to take the Utah Counselors Test. We both passed... YAY! But now we just have to wait for openings. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Turkey Day 2010 was spent up in Salt Lake at Jen's house. Even though everyone was optimistic about Dee cooking the turkey he did a wonderful job!! The kids all had a good time playing with their cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;January 2011 - I graduated with my Associates degree in Criminal Justice... FINALLY!! Rehab would be so proud that I actually finished something. lol I am now working on my Bachelors in the same subject. I am hoping that after skool I will be able to work as a youth probation officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The kids are doing good in skool and their grades are really really good. Taygen begs everyday to go to skool and he keeps saying, "but mom im bigger today!!" It is so dang cute and heart breaking that he can't go. So grampa has set up a daycare/skool just for tayg! Here they color, watch Go Diego Go! read the newspaper and run errands. lol Taygerz loves his grampa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We purchased a pass to the new Wellness Center here in town. Christian loves the place and begs (literally!) to go work out everyday!! I am so excited that he wants to work out!! I think this will be a good strengthing/growing process for both of us. Exercising and getting fit together!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well that is about it for now... at least we are up to date!!  :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-1612639550873513145?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/1612639550873513145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=1612639550873513145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/1612639550873513145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370523009572448994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuOROgquI/AAAAAAAAAPw/nA_OF50V1_A/s320/pokes+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuN4rZv1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/AW3xcPUeVCg/s1600-h/pokes+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370523002982743890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuN4rZv1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/AW3xcPUeVCg/s320/pokes+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuNb1Q8FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3MezHCDHbpU/s1600-h/pokes+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370522995239481426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuNb1Q8FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3MezHCDHbpU/s320/pokes+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuMs8kFvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h5iFoJG4sVw/s1600-h/pokes+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370522982653630194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuMs8kFvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h5iFoJG4sVw/s320/pokes+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuMKul2QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cxE0RK1jP7Q/s1600-h/pokes+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370522973468219650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SofuMKul2QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cxE0RK1jP7Q/s320/pokes+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me &amp;amp; jackie headed to vegas to celebrate my birthday/divorce. hella fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-5392583733731914474?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/5392583733731914474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=5392583733731914474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5392583733731914474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my life has been very complicating and full of adventures lately. i am almost divorced, probably like 2 more weeks is what meredith says. i go running and swimming everyday, i am doing college online and yes i still work at the detention center. it seems as though since i dropped the dead weight named travis i have had so much more energy and life filled in me. i feel free and love, stuff i didn't feel when i was with him. i am able to visit my friends without being interogated, i love every moment with my very crazy kids and i love this feeling of freedom to speak my mind and not worry bout how it will affect my marriage. i promise i will post more often now and i will add some pix from our summer bliss very soon. love you all who actually read my words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;deb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF5Q1jr28PM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF5Q1jr28PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-5399648688597486811?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/5399648688597486811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=5399648688597486811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5399648688597486811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5399648688597486811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-still-alive-dont-worry.html' title='im still alive don&apos;t worry'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-9077790855987864297</id><published>2009-01-20T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:09:56.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dlt</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;body{cursor:url("http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fplugin%252Esmileycentral%252Ecom%252Fassetserver%252Fcursor%252Ejhtml%253Fcur%253D1%2526i%253D9569a/image.gif"), auto !important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.button_sizeL 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-4834398276156838643</id><published>2009-01-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:16:00.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So have you ever seen those pictures where you find letters to spell your name in things...? Does this make any sense at all? Well I really wanted to get one of those posters but the are much too expensive for me so I kinda did my own with pix from the internet. this is my post called boredom!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAIJ_jfcuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lYrLsUivNkk/s1600-h/3207389348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291738529932473058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAIJ_jfcuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lYrLsUivNkk/s200/3207389348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAII76GTxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1B0imc3rqsM/s1600-h/145669016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAII76GTxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1B0imc3rqsM/s1600-h/145669016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291738511773683474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAII76GTxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1B0imc3rqsM/s200/145669016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAII76GTxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1B0imc3rqsM/s1600-h/145669016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAIIcAq9rI/AAAAAAAAAN8/e1-c7oTdQ5k/s1600-h/124099369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291738503211316914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/4834398276156838643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/4834398276156838643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2009/01/debra.html' title='DEBRA'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SXAIJ_jfcuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/lYrLsUivNkk/s72-c/3207389348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-6147061542265397387</id><published>2008-11-17T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:42:14.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Taygen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SSFk7MZ39rI/AAAAAAAAALc/6-9VxtaWuII/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269604007105001138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SSFk7MZ39rI/AAAAAAAAALc/6-9VxtaWuII/s200/t1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taygen trying to hitch a ride with his BIG toe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SSFk7NhBENI/AAAAAAAAALU/Zr8gHwxN7uY/s1600-h/t3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269604007403393234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SSFk7NhBENI/AAAAAAAAALU/Zr8gHwxN7uY/s200/t3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Taygen trying to help rake the leaves and apples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269604000257783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SSFk6y5Xt1I/AAAAAAAAALM/DoDMUFfFasw/s200/t2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Taygen getting ready to fly his rake, since that's what wizards do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269604002262023810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SSFk66XN_oI/AAAAAAAAALE/rToXIX7uPq0/s200/t4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;                                   Taygen brewin' up something sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; F&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-6147061542265397387?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/6147061542265397387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. bobby pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11. drivers liscence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12. state of utah i.d. card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;13. expired temple recomend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;14. card for spensers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;15. card for zumiez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;16. card for hot topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;17. .32 cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;18. autographed alred pupunu (from the chargers duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;19. insurance card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;20. car insurance card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;21. cell phone charger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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wallet?'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-5279033109477700112</id><published>2008-10-27T04:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:15:06.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household ideas'/><title type='text'>What can YOU do with cornstarch?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HOUSEHOLD TIPS FOR CORNSTARCHKILL COCKROACHES-&lt;/span&gt;Mix equal parts Kingsford's Corn Starch and plaster of Paris. Sprinkle the mixture in cracks and crevices. Cockroaches will eat the mixture and "petrify."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CURE ATHLETE'S FOOT&lt;/span&gt;-Sprinkle Kingsford's Corn Starch on your feet and in your shoes to absorb moisture and reduce friction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RELIEVE SUNBURN PAIN&lt;/span&gt;-Add enough water to Kingsford's Corn Starch to make a paste, and apply directly to the burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CLEAN A CARPET&lt;/span&gt;-Sprinkle Kingsford's Corn Starch on the carpet, wait thirty minutes, then vacuum clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CLEAN BLOOD STAINS&lt;/span&gt;-Immediately cover the spot with a paste of Kingford's Corn starch and cold water. Rub gently, place the object in the sun until dry to draw the blood into the corn starch, then brush off. Repeat if necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAKE SPRAY STARCH FOR CLOTHING&lt;/span&gt;-Mix one tablespoon Kingsford's Corn Starch and one pint cold water. Stir to dissolve the corn starch completely. Fill a spray bottle and use as you would any starch. Be sure to shake vigorously before each use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUBSTITUTE FOR BABY POWDER AND TALCUM POWDER-&lt;/span&gt;Apply Kingsford's Corn Starch sparingly when diapering a baby. Corn starch is actually more absorbent than talcum powder, but apply lightly since it does cake more readily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELP RUBBER GLOVES SLIP ON EASILY&lt;/span&gt;-Sprinkle Kingsford's Corn Starch inside the gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHINE YOUR CAR&lt;/span&gt;-When buffing your car, sprinkle a tablespoon of Kingsford's Corn Starch on the wipe rag to remove excess polish easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHAMPOO YOUR HAIR&lt;/span&gt;-Kingsford's Corn Starch can be used as a dry shampoo. Work into your hair, then brush out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PREVENT OR KILL MILDEW IN DAMP BOOKS-&lt;/span&gt;Sprinkle Kingsford's Corn Starch throughout the book to absorb the moisture from damp pages, wait several hours, then brush clean. If the pages are mildewed, brush the corn starch off outdoors to keep mildew spores out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DETANGLE KNOTS&lt;/span&gt;-Sprinkle a stubborn knot with a little Kingsford's Corn Starch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAKE FINGER PAINTS-&lt;/span&gt;Mix one-quarter cup of Kingsford's Corn Starch with two cups cold water, boil until thick, pour into small containers, and color with McCormick or Schilling Food Coloring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ABSORB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EXCESS POLISH FROM FURNITURE&lt;/span&gt;-After polishing furniture, sprinkle on a little Kingford's Corn Starch and rub wood with a soft cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CLEAN SILVER&lt;/span&gt;-Make a paste with Kingford's Corn Starch and water. Apply with a damp cloth, let dry, then rub off with cheesecloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;REMOVE GREASE OR OIL STAINS FROM SMOOTH FABRIC&lt;/span&gt;-Apply Kingsford's Corn Starch to the spot, wait twelve hours, brush off, then launder as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MAKE WHITE CLOWN MAKEUP&lt;/span&gt;-Mix two tablespoons Kingsford's Corn Starch with one tablespoon solid shortening. Too add color, add McCormick or Schilling Food Coloring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GIVE YOUR DOG A DRY SHAMPOO&lt;/span&gt;-Rub Kingford's Corn Starch into your dog's fur, then comb and brush out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CLEAN STUFFED ANIMALS-&lt;/span&gt;Rub Kingford's Corn Starch into the toy, let stand for five minutes, then brush off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PREVENT PASTRY DOUGH FROM STICKING TO THE CUTTING BOARD AND ROLLING PIN&lt;/span&gt;-Sprinkle the cutting board and rolling pin with tasteless Kingsford's Corn Starch before rolling out the dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOOTHE SKIN IRRITATIONS&lt;/span&gt;-Apply a paste made of equal parts Kingsford's Corn Starch, zinc oxide, and castor oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THICKEN GRAVY&lt;/span&gt;-Corn Starch has twice the thickening power of flour. When a gravy, sauce, soup, or stew recipe calls for flour, use half as much corn starch to thicken. One tablespoon of corn starch equals two tablespoons flour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-5279033109477700112?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/5279033109477700112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=5279033109477700112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5279033109477700112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5279033109477700112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-can-you-do-with-cornstarch.html' title='What can YOU do with cornstarch?...'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-7352919214829733096</id><published>2008-10-09T04:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:18:27.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomneous... is that a word??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SO3n8_RWbWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_UFDx-yNYLU/s1600-h/_Guitar_005073_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255111375173610850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SO3n8_RWbWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_UFDx-yNYLU/s200/_Guitar_005073_.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;50 Random things about our Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Bic and I have been 2gether for 10 years now. We "hooked" up the summer b4 my senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. We got Elvis (our dog) right after we started dating so he is 10 years also and going strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Kylan's favorite food is pizza and chicken (chicken being any kind of meat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Taygen loves to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. My fav candy bar is a twix. &amp;amp; I will only eat it by chewing off the carmel 1st then eating the cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Bic shovel's dirt for a living. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Christian's nostril's are shaped like hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. My fav color is black. Christian's is blue. Kylan's is yellow. Taygen and Bic I have no idea?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. My family watches Transformers more than needs be. Kylan has almost every line memorized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. Taygen likes to dance to mommy's music...Metallica, Ozzy, AC/DC...He is truly my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. Kylan can tell you which movie a song is from when heard on the radio. eg. Transformers, Alvin &amp;amp; the Chipmunks, Shrek, Coyote Ugly, Iron Man, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. Christian has a crush on M.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. My own navajo husband can't speak navajo all that well. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. I met Travis on 7/4/98 and starting dating on 7/17/98. We got 2gether @ Johnson's creek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. Christian was conceived the weekend my car burned down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. I love to read/watch movies just to escape reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. Christian loves Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. I only admit this because I love my son. I "used to" as in when I was Christian's age be in love with Billy Ray Cyrus. Ha ha ha Hannah Montana's dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;19. Kylan likes to play with toy guns and cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. Taygen loves meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Bic uses colored marshmellows when fishing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;22. Christian had a cone head when he was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;23. Kylan has spiderman pj's that we got at a yard sale. He constantly wears them &amp;amp; I have to pry them off once in a while to get them washed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;24. Taygen crawls like Mogley on Jungle Book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;25. Bic is goofy. He acts like a dork when his family isn't around just to embarrass me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;26. Christian had natural curly hair. Just like his mom...poor kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;27. Christian likes to shop??? I don't like to shop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;28. We 3 dogs. Elvis, Dusty and Tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;29. Bic has a cat that I refuse to own. Tobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;30. I have a daughter from another mother. We share her. She loves to help me with Christian's chores. (Charisten K.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;31. I only have 5 friends left that I keep in contact with. There used to be at least 30 of us that hung out every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;32. 4 of my friends from High School have passed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;33. Bic used to have long hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;34. I cut it off and still have it. (i use it against him -voodoo- if he pisses me off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;35. Christian loves to txt just as his mom and dad do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;36. I work at a detention center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;37. Kylan goes to Lana Lee's preschool just like Christian did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;38. My favorite author is Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;39. Kylan flicks his mom's lips if she swears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;40. I talk in my sleep. So does my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;41. FORD &gt;&gt; fix or repair daily &gt;&gt; perfectly discribes Bic's truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;42. Christian's favorite teams are BYU and Denver Broncos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;43. Bic's favorite teams are Utah Utes and 49ers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. My favorite teams are whoever loses. lol j/k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;45. We were married Nov. 17 the day b4 my bff birthday.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. I lose my mind frequently that's why i'm rambling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;47. I love Bit-O-Honey's and I call them "Bic"-OH- Hunny's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;48. I wish I were rich. Filthy rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;49. I want to loose weight but I'm lazy. I admit it 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;50. Our family likes to go camping. If you call sleeping in the car with a mattress camping?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I didn't think I could do it, but I did. WoW. That is amazing. So I was just bored and wanted to do sumthing diff. l8rz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-7352919214829733096?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/7352919214829733096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=7352919214829733096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/7352919214829733096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/7352919214829733096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomneous-is-that-word.html' title='Randomneous... is that a word??'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SO3n8_RWbWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_UFDx-yNYLU/s72-c/_Guitar_005073_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-1464144391681512598</id><published>2008-08-21T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:23:52.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV and fun?'/><title type='text'>E.T. Phone Home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well.....it's been awhile and a lot, I mean A LOT has happened. Travis quit his job at Blue Mountain meats to work at the White Mesa Mill. It is much better this way. The mill pays more and he's not wasting his whole paycheck in gas money just to get to work and back. We finally got new tires on the car thanks to Matt B. and Ross H. who gave us some tires and really nice rims so Trav could make the trek to Salt Lake last week. Which leds me to what happened last week and why we were in Salt Lake... As most of Blanding and possibly everyone else knows Kylan was life flighted to Primary Chi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5UOK2IgBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u240E51coGg/s1600-h/0814080203[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237216019084771346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5UOK2IgBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u240E51coGg/s200/0814080203%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ldrens last Wednesday, August 13. Wednesday morning he was complaining of tummy pains... I freaked and ran him to the doctors, but of course Not one single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;doctor was there they were all at the funeral. Which I was planning to go if my kid had not been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sick. So the pain had went away a bit and we went back home. I took him down again at 1430 when he was complaining of tummy pains again. Dr. Jones did some blood work, urine tests and x-rays to see what was causing the pain. An hour later Kylan had to have an ultra-sound because his Liver and Pancreas stats were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WAY high. Dr. Jones called a specialist in Salt Lake and 55 minutes later we (as in Kylan and Me) were being life flighted to Primary Childrens Hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That picture is a bit hard to see, this is of Kylan in the Emergency Room. The bright red dot is the oxygen detector- if that's what you call it - on his pointy finger which made me laugh because it made me think of "E.T. phone home!" haha)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok back to my story... They were so strict about him getting up there ASAP that they didn't want us to drive and then we were just stuck in the ER for 6 hours. RRRG! In the ER they got an I.V. started which is good since they couldn't get it in Blanding. And they drew some more blood. When we got into a room (3071) it was almost 5 am. They took his vitals and of course drew more blood. After getting about an hour of rest this is where the adventure begins. The specialist her name is Dr. Book wanted Kylan to have a CT scan&lt;em&gt; (if you've ever had one you'll feel bad for this little guy)&lt;/em&gt; He had to drink 400 cc's of that nasty chalky crap that makes your insides glow. 400 cc's really isn't alot... but to a 3 yr old and that stuff tasted like eating Kool-Aid flavored chalk it's a ton. We were hoping he would lay still during the CT but of course he didn't so they had to sedate him. As soon as the anathesist(?) was done he started to giggle. Which made me ease up and not worry so much. I was laughing at him because my baby was high. He kept laughing and said funny things like, "Where is the snow?" It's August, in Utah...no snow! Later about an hour after the CT scan when we were back in the room Kylan all of a sudden needs to go potty. He thinks he can walk himself &lt;em&gt;(have you ever seen someone so drunk they just kinda staggered then caught themselves and tried to step again and almost fall over???)&lt;/em&gt; Well that's exactly how he was trying to get to the bathroom. And little boys don't aim so well but it's worse when they are drugged. Mommy kept laughing at Kylan but Uncle Dee doesn't think it's very funny. &lt;em&gt;(By the way everyone thought Dee was my husband. haha)&lt;/em&gt; They drew more blood and by this time I'm not even sure he has any left. Day 1 at the hospital was full of test and trying to get some rest! Next day not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; so bad. News travels quickly through Blanding so by this time i'm recieving calls from the Bishop, Relief Society Presidency, my neighbors, some of my friends, co-workers, bill collectors - lol had to add it. They don't care if your kid is in the hospital they just want their $$$$. Uncle Rob, Keaton, Kaisha and Ashley came to visit and Daddy finally made it up here sometime last night. Gramma, Grampa, Christian and Taygen had somehow "magically" sent Kylan balloons and toys "all the way from home!" He doesn't understand in credit cards and gift shops yet! This day Kylan had to have a Systic Fybrosis test done. I have no idea but it came back negative which Uncle Rob informs me is GREAT news. Of all the many tests done the only one that came back positive was Mono. And that only showed it was in his body not that it was active. Day 3 Kylan finally gets to eat. He's been started on NO-Fat softs, so for breakfast he has scrambled eggs. He does ok so the doc up's his diet to a more fatty diet so he had a pizza, which made him really happy since he'd been asking for it since Wed night. He had tiny pains after eating but he totally scarfed it down in minutes so we just think after not eating for 3 days he had food overload. That afternoon he got to have a smoothie and did good, they checked his stats and everything seemed to be going GREAT so we were released Saturday evening. We still never found out what caused the Pancreas and Liver to inflame but he is home now and doing&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SLLb6qv__EI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7L4fXR0rntM/s1600-h/0816080959[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238491117539818562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SLLb6qv__EI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7L4fXR0rntM/s200/0816080959%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So they had some great stuff to accomidate the kids i'll show some pix down below. I was joking with my family saying the only reason they were releasing Kylan was because they were sick of me. I won't hit details since this is beginning to be sooo long but I will say I kicked a nurse out of my room and dropped the F-bomb and I got into an arguement with another mother and basically told her where to shove it, and told one of the "many" attendings that worked under Dr. Book that if he took more time with my son to find out what was going on instead of just pretending so he could get a paycheck this mess would've been cleared up the first day. That was the day I got released. I guess they can't handle the truth! So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237224364475005970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5bz72NvBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B3t8AZk9z7s/s200/0814080844%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is one of the sitting area's where we found a trike and a cow. I will not put a pix of the cow because it is sexual wrong. The thing had horns and utters. Please explain this to me but cows down here aren't hedrosexual. Ok so this is Kylan trying to ride a bike with his IV in tow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237226551410998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5dzO0YvRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qmZcuY6KFIk/s200/0814080848%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is Kylan and Spidy. I have a way funny story about Jen and Spidy but I know she will kill me if I post it on line call me and I'll fill ya in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237226991562251362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5eM2gn3GI/AAAAAAAAAII/2xJDyjg2CAo/s200/0815081537%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is a portion of the play room they had set up for the kids. It's called The Forever Young Zone and was donated to the hospital by Steve Young. It also has an area to paint/color and an area to play video games or games on the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237227744284792210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5e4qnqVZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Vs00trVI_fM/s200/0815082008a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is one of the many fountains/ponds we found located out front of the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237229246010349986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5gQE-72aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/f5TA-CkSuvo/s200/0816080931%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is a "fake" fish tank that you could watch the fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237229566988474722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5giwuFWWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RycAumQDtn8/s200/0816080909b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last but definately not last this is of Kira and Kylan taking eachothers vitals!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We'll that's the basic's of Kylan's trip to Primary Children's hospital. Call me if you want more info that is detailed. I'll load the pix of him in the plane as soon as I get ahold of Travis' phone. This is all for now! Thanks to all our friends and family who helped us while we were away and when we got home. L♥ves from the Tree fam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-1464144391681512598?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/1464144391681512598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=1464144391681512598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/1464144391681512598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/1464144391681512598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/08/et-phone-home.html' title='E.T. Phone Home....'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SK5UOK2IgBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u240E51coGg/s72-c/0814080203%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-5478345948273263803</id><published>2008-08-05T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:17:55.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadahappenin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You guys suck! Why aren't you answering my poll? My last one was what is my favorite movie...well believe it or not it was Transformers. I have a new one ---&gt; Check it out. So I don't really have anything to say that is positive, cuz this is my positive sight. If you want to read my blog about how much I hate things lol not really but how ppl really just get under my skin go to twixisdamix.livejournal.com But for now this is all I got. l8rz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-5478345948273263803?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/5478345948273263803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=5478345948273263803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5478345948273263803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5478345948273263803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/08/nadahappenin.html' title='Nadahappenin...'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-8847814993732601209</id><published>2008-07-20T00:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:03.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza'/><title type='text'>Boy OH Boy Boy Boys~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILmQku1GSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PiVq0zusLAg/s1600-h/pizza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224991690115586338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILmQku1GSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PiVq0zusLAg/s200/pizza1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello Again...So not much can really happen in just one day. Not even one day more like 16 hours, but I finally got my pictures from the week loaded so I can tell about them and the memories that were made. Tuesday afternoon I made pizza for me and Kylan. We were eating our pizza and I was "trying" to feed Taygen his baby food. He just kept spitting it out and reaching for my plate. So...I gave him a slice of pizza and here's how that went: He got more on his face than in his mouth, I had to pull way too BIG of chunks out of his mouth 6 times, and the after "duty" was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILitVBXNSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jesUkttCP_w/s1600-h/pizza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224987786068047138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILitVBXNSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jesUkttCP_w/s200/pizza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOT very eventful. But all in all Taygen loves pizza! Hmmm... this kid must be a Tree afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday it rained. I mean serious downfall. Not the usuall sprinkle we usually get here but sweet, refreshing, warmer than one would image blanket of rain that coat our little town. And it was quite the site to see the whole neighborhood out playing in the rain. The kids across the street, the girls at the apartments and of course Christian and Kylan. It made me jealous so I had to go out as well and get my feel in the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILlDOH7D_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/YXtfy_0PHQs/s1600-h/play1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224990361196892146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILlDOH7D_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/YXtfy_0PHQs/s200/play1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rain. Which reminds me of my good ol' days down on Continental Street. Me, Candi and Bex would always meet up as soon as we heard thunder to play in the rain, go for walks in the rain, laugh - cry - fight in the rain, be ordinary kids in the rain. I called Candi to tell her it was raining (she just had surgery and is very sore so we couldn't meet) but the calling made it just as good as old times. I thought of Bex, thought I should call her, but we haven't had contact in years. A simple "hi" and "how are you?" at the store isn't keepin it real. Anyway back to the kids - they had a blast. Kylan loves to play in the water all the time so this was heaven for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224991343831497762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILl8auRPCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/70PaxVQhPcQ/s200/play2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224991343356521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILl8Y9BrTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C5KqzGh6WTE/s200/play3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And FINALLY today. Me and Christian went to a yard sale where they weren't selling anymore they were just giving... SO, Christian got alot of shorts for him and Kylan, ties, a stuffed bear and wolf pup for him and his brother, baseballs and 2 identical Chicago Cub hats. Which of course we just had to take pictures of. There's not much to say about it... Just look on and rem&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILs2o8ZOxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/au4M0tbQtJM/s1600-h/baseball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224998941151017746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILs2o8ZOxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/au4M0tbQtJM/s200/baseball3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inisce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILnsYas8pI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DXx4Se3Fli8/s1600-h/baseball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224993267357905554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILnsYas8pI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DXx4Se3Fli8/s200/baseball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224999234362719490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILtHtPgvQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Lr-jqy1-4Hs/s200/baseball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILtdOsHYJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nsD9YJZLc8s/s1600-h/baseball4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224999604118315154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILtdOsHYJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nsD9YJZLc8s/s200/baseball4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy OH Boy Boy Boys~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well the power keeps kickin off so instead of trying to fix this a million times we're just callin' it good for now. l8r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-8847814993732601209?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/8847814993732601209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=8847814993732601209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/8847814993732601209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/8847814993732601209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-oh-boy-boy-boys.html' title='Boy OH Boy Boy Boys~!'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SILmQku1GSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PiVq0zusLAg/s72-c/pizza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-6248465591495810943</id><published>2008-07-19T03:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:52:15.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competition'/><title type='text'>I won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do you believe in superstitions? Well I didn't used to but now I do. 3 years ago I broke a mirror. And my life hasn't totally sucked but when it comes to winning things it never happened until now. Starting in April of this year my work did a "Biggest Looser Competition" we all had to put in $25 and then we were on our own. I did really really good in the beginning. I had lost 24 lbs! But in May/June when Bic lost his job I was way stressed. I was working 3 jobs and eating whatever and drinking pop reguarly to keep myself going. I gained back 6 pounds :( I was upset with myself. I had lost hope. So when Bic did get a job (end of June) I was so down on myself that I didn't even care or try anymore. Then Denese calls and says that I need to weigh in. OMG - I don't want to, but I need to. So I did and here are the results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;It has finally come to an end. Congratulations to Debra Tree who won the competition. She had a 3.58% weight loss and was the winner. If you have not paid the money to me you now owe it to Debra. You know who you are..... Russell, Travis, and George!!!! Debra I have the other money from the ones that have paid.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Denese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I won! WoW! Isn't it amazing. So back to the superstitious thing... I know that if you break a mirror you'll have bad luck for 7 years, mine was only 3. BUT, I did do many of those e-mails that say hurry and send to 8 people or you'll have bad luck - ya I don't take my chances anymore. So, just thought I would share the great news. And as soon as Russ, Travis and George pay up I will have won $150 not much but more than I have in my account right now. Hmmm I think I will buy groceries... Healthy ones of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;~Debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(By the way Ash were still on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-6248465591495810943?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/6248465591495810943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=6248465591495810943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/6248465591495810943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/6248465591495810943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-won.html' title='I won!'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-9189540317041670936</id><published>2008-07-17T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T03:54:48.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's definatley not purple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;**For those of you who answered to my last question... my favorite color is black. Mom I know it was you who marked purple. I haven't likes purple since the 4th grade. But thanks. Check out my new question!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-9189540317041670936?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/9189540317041670936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=9189540317041670936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/9189540317041670936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/9189540317041670936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-definatley-not-purple.html' title='It&apos;s definatley not purple!'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-3452380130108704634</id><published>2008-07-17T02:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:04.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><title type='text'>Scrambled Eggs and Toast....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What a discovery! The taste, the texture, the color, the smell.... mmmm mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8KuAPDm3I/AAAAAAAAACc/Vfj3rhAZaGo/s1600-h/tayg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223905878226475890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8KuAPDm3I/AAAAAAAAACc/Vfj3rhAZaGo/s200/tayg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; mmmm.... that is good scrambled eggs and toast! Taygen sure loved his scrambled eggs and toast I fixed yesterday morning for breakfast. He thought it was the best thing ever. I have never seen that kid eat so much in one sitting. He had 1/2 a cup of eggs and 1 whole toast and milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8K2LqoHbI/AAAAAAAAACk/fd7g9_l5TTY/s1600-h/tayg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He would grab and squeeze and squish before it even made it to his mouth. Then he would suck the flavor pull it out squish and sqeeze some more put it back in and swish it around his mouth more and more until he decided to eat it. That's the way Taygen eats his scrambled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8SK7pR9NI/AAAAAAAAADE/PKnSu3TXbGk/s1600-h/tayg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223914071791891666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8SK7pR9NI/AAAAAAAAADE/PKnSu3TXbGk/s200/tayg4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; eggs and toast. How do you? Do you savor the flavor or just get it over with to fill the emptiness in your bottomless pit. Oh the wonders kids discover on their journey in this life. From their first bath, to climbing the stairs, scrambled eggs and toast to taking their first step, first potty break to first swimming lessons, first day of school to first school pictures, first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;time playing in the mud to first time finger painting, first time camping to discovering pine cones.... which reminds me.... we went for a drive Tuesday up to the mountain. Checked out Johnson's Creek, (not much water running through) went for a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8N1HKU_NI/AAAAAAAAACs/0XoNKbwBl40/s1600-h/ky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223909298879659218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8N1HKU_NI/AAAAAAAAACs/0XoNKbwBl40/s200/ky1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;walk among the *trees and came across some pinecones which Kylan keeps calling ConeNuts. I'm thinking that he's thinking kinda like Corn Nuts that gramma eats, but he keeps calling the pinecones "ConeNuts" LoL. Here is a picture of Kylan with his "ConeNuts" that he found lying on the ground. He was so proud to help his mom find the "ConeNuts" so we can make bird feeders. Recipe: Find medium size "ConeNut" in forrest. Tie a yarn or string to the top of the "ConeNut". Using a butterknife spread peanut butter all over the "ConeNut" and then roll the pb "ConeNut" in bird seed. Hang from a tree where you would like to watch them feast. All birds love it, and it's good to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rid of tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8PeoFAMvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mmkzfW8OV_g/s1600-h/ky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223911111601959666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8PeoFAMvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mmkzfW8OV_g/s200/ky2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peanut Butter that is about to go bad but you don't want to just through away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm too cool for my "ConeNuts" to cool ~yeah~. Kylan thinks he needs to pose like a stud to show that he is the coolest 3 year old out there and knows how to find the perfect "ConeNuts". Anyway, also while in the mountain Christian discovered how hard it is to drive a car. (we let him steer - on a straight way - that's it) I didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;get a picture because I thought it would be too incriminating, but before his expierence he thought driving a car was a blast an easy deal like playing a video game. He learned his lesson and has a new look on reality of a vehicle. This ain't no Mario Bros racecar retreat. This is life. Real life. With real people. With a real car. With a real road, real feelings, real speed, real discoveries just waiting to be found. Ok... That last part didn't fit, but it needed to be said to be done with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223913034906727842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8ROk8l9aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5CBH9m9DRnk/s200/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the sunset up on Blue Mountain. Just sharing my discovery this week. The beauty in Nature!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Trees: The kind that grow in the ground with limbs and leaves and bark. Not the ones posted and most talked about in this blog. Just for your information!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-3452380130108704634?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/3452380130108704634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=3452380130108704634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/3452380130108704634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/3452380130108704634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrambled-eggs-and-toast.html' title='Scrambled Eggs and Toast....'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SH8KuAPDm3I/AAAAAAAAACc/Vfj3rhAZaGo/s72-c/tayg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-6598566925132592442</id><published>2008-07-14T02:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:05.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bret Michaels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sly Willie'/><title type='text'>Time of Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I heard Mylie Cyrus is sporting the famous colors of Goldie Locks now a days. Does this mean she doesn't have to wear the wig when she's pretending to be Hannah Montana??? Or does she? Still on the subject of Hannah Montana and her famous wig, we went to a birthday party Saturday afternoon for my very adorable loveable neice Adrienne. That girl is like totally Hannah Montana's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; fan. Her grandma gave her a Hannah Montana wig to go with her Hannah Montana purse, Hannah Montana shoes, Hannah Montana shirt, Hannah Montana sleeping bag, Hannah Montanna cd and her Hannah Montana lip gloss. (she is 6 yrs old!?!?!?) I gave her money with George Washington not Hannah Montana. Anyway Bic and his brother's had more fun with the wig than Adrienne did. *lol* It was quite the sight. Except I went on the internet yesterday and found a picture of Mylie in her newly bleach golden locks so I saved it and then when I was making this post I got it mixed up with Bic's and her's... I can't figure out who is who??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222784452989468530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHsOydrev3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jOfDoiEEkTI/s200/hmontana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222784451579874786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHsOyYbaDeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5u1VSUM-QUI/s200/miley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222784457111340658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHsOytCNhnI/AAAAAAAAACE/AnhfkSdXcJo/s200/hannahm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love it when you get a moment in life to just mess around and not have anyone judge you. Like if your married with 3 kids and you want to be Hannah Montana for a few minutes and rock n' roll on your fake guitar like Bret Michaels and just live the moment... that's the kind of life we should all have. Was it Bret Michaels or was it Cliff Williams aka Sly Willie from AC/DC. Whatever, whoever, whenever, the point is we need to jus let go and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rock On!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-Debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's gonna kill me when he see's the pix online - but the moment is worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-6598566925132592442?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/6598566925132592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=6598566925132592442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/6598566925132592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/6598566925132592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-of-rock.html' title='Time of Rock!'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHsOydrev3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jOfDoiEEkTI/s72-c/hmontana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-8285148322288863090</id><published>2008-07-12T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:05.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightning'/><title type='text'>Precious pictures from above!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4jtrX-I/AAAAAAAAABk/IuzSBBs-yHo/s1600-h/taygen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022596130463714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4jtrX-I/AAAAAAAAABk/IuzSBBs-yHo/s200/taygen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4Sa47mI/AAAAAAAAABc/vlZfcxPioxg/s1600-h/slim3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022591488257634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4Sa47mI/AAAAAAAAABc/vlZfcxPioxg/s200/slim3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4_EY_FI/AAAAAAAAABs/i35a6z-ue5M/s1600-h/kyspook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022603473484882" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4_EY_FI/AAAAAAAAABs/i35a6z-ue5M/s200/kyspook.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;♥♥&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;♥♥&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;♥♥&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;No rain yet but there has been quiet a bit of lightning decorating the sky! I remember when I was little I used to think that when it would lightning I thought Jesus was taking pictures of us. LoL I know that is silly but there is more. I used to pretend that the thunder meant he was angry at us, he took pictures of the bad people when it would lightning then the rain would wash away their sins. There has not been any thunder or rain today so I am wondering if Jesus isn't just taking pictures of us. Pictures of his brothers and sisters, friends, families, loved ones, pictures to hold on to forever. Do you think God scrapbooks? Or does he just remember all and cherish's all and think about every little fragment that each of us do that day and thinks we're just the best???? Who knows? I loves to take pictures. Especially on my phone so here are pictures of my kids. More recent ones I have, I better take more. I don't seem to capture the perfect little things they do the special moments that I cherish at that moment, I will remember for some time but not forever. That's the sad part, the real difference between us and God. What do we cherish most in our every day busy beating traffic cleaning puke doing the dishes cleaning cuts kissing bruises cooking dinner kind of day! Here are 3 things I cherish the most. Christian, Kylan and Taygen. Christian's smile, Kylan's voice, Taygen's laugh and much more. What do you cherish most every day? What should we? I just want everyone especially my family to know that I love them and I support them always. Even you Jen! I love you no matter what. I'm always here I don't have gas to go anywhere *lol* so just call me day or night we both know I won't sleep this month.♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;~debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-8285148322288863090?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/8285148322288863090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=8285148322288863090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/8285148322288863090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/8285148322288863090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/precious-pictures-from-above.html' title='Precious pictures from above!'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHhZ4jtrX-I/AAAAAAAAABk/IuzSBBs-yHo/s72-c/taygen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-8875734354170402224</id><published>2008-07-07T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:02:40.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining It's pouring the old man is snoring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could smell the rain since the middle of last night. Yet there were no clouds in the sky above or anywhere around. But I knew it was there. And sure enough we didn't just get the rain we got hail. Kylan thought it was snowing. It rained for a good 30 minutes. Then sprinkle off and on the rest of the day. Well at least that's what happened on my end of town. Mom doesn't recall getting any rain. (Of course she's been in bed for the last week sick with crud which she just found out tonight is moving into pneumonia.) And the thunderstorm was freaky. I saw lightning out of the corner of my eye and before I could even think to count the loud booming of thunder rattled our windows. And then there was another lightning and this one much closer. Then there was this loud crackling pop right behind my head and the tv/stereo/dvd system shut off. It happened all in just a second. I saw the lightning heard the crackling pop and by pop I don't mean like pop the cork out of a bottle kind of pop it was like blowing up a glass bottle like a Sobe Bomb kind of pop then the power (just down stairs-which is the weird thing) went off and back on. Was I struck by lightning? Well whatever happened. TV still works just fine. We got rain. and Everything, everyone is doing great. It's raining it's pouring the old man it's snoring. Bumped his head went to bed didn't wake up til morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-8875734354170402224?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/8875734354170402224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=8875734354170402224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/8875734354170402224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/8875734354170402224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-raining-its-pouring-old-man-is.html' title='It&apos;s raining It&apos;s pouring the old man is snoring...'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-5287989096851549429</id><published>2008-07-07T04:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:06.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgotten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*BOOM*'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivities'/><title type='text'>*BOOM* 4th of July sounds from beginning to End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The phone rings and rings and rings and no one picks up. Where the heck is Travis and why isn't he here to get me? Call mom - same thing no answer. So what is there to do... walk(ugh!) 6 o'clock in the morning just getting off work, not my idea of exercise. I'm thinking Trav will show up before I get to the baseball park. *BOOM* 4th of July cannon goes off - first shot ball field, scares me to death (not literally) - still no Trav. He'll get me before I get to Hunt's house. Nope. He'll show up any time now. Still wishin and hopin... He'll be coming just over that hill (now passing Don Smith's home)... NADA! I try calling again but guess what my phone is dead now. He'll be coming I just know it! The hill by Wilcox's house will kill ya(especially that early in the morning). *BOOM* strike 2 still jumped just a bit. Hey look I made it to center street. I must be walking very slow 'cause the early morning runners for the annual 4th of July 5k run just passed by. RRRG - he'll be coming. Long walk short I make it all the way to JJ Bradford's house (1 block and 1/2 before my house) and Denise - lady I work with - see's me and gives me a ride. LoL it was a long day after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After arriving (FINALLY) at home I see Trav in the kitchen talking to his brother. He totally forgot about me :( Laid on my bed, closed my eyes just about to drift to sleep when *BOOM* cannon strike #3 sounds like it's right next to the house. Must've been woke all the kids. Rrrrg dang tradition. Christian and Kylan rode their bikes in the parade and of course dad did his thing with the Gadiaton band. Mom, Trav, Taygen and me kicked it at the church up under the trees this year which ended up being a good thing. The firemen were a little water happy this year. They sprayed the water from the main truck drenching everyone the was on the rode, on the sidewalk and in the parade all the way up the block. LoL the ambulance was right behind them and they just politely sat there with their windshield wipers going. Mom ditches parade 15 minutes early to get in Salvation Bradfords line for her wonderful Phillipian food and shishkabobs!!! MMMMM!!! (maybe it was a good thing I walked this morning from all that good food I ate!??!) Mom and Dad took Taygen home after eating, me and Kylan went around to all the games/booths, Christian went diving for dollars (he only got 1) and Travis played in the volleyball tournament. I honestly thought his team wouldn't make it but they made it into the finals (then lost!!!) me and the kids took a short nap (2 hrs) that's way short for me! Me and Travis and the kids met his family down at Centennial park to eat. Scouts had made BBQ sandwhiches with chili, chips, and pop for 6 bucks a plate. Just Ok. We were sitting and waiting and waiting for the fireworks. Some band named Crossroads? is the entertainment for the evening. Kylan and Taygen start to get fussy. So I call mom. She gets us and we go to her house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sit outside for about 35 minutes laying on the grass looking at the stars and talking with Kylan and mom. *BOOM - CRACKLE - POP* "Is that the fireworks?" can't see them from usual spot because Andrea's house is in the way... hurry and move over by tramp. Kylan is scared at first then the rest of the times it, "pretty" "look mommy yellow" "wow" "see, see" "whoa" "oo" "look taygie see" ya Taygen even watched the pretty crackling in the sky. Well it's now 1030 and Trav forgot me again. SOOO, dad takes us home. Just as I get Taygen ready for bed he pukes all over *yuck* get things cleaned up, get him to sleep, get Kylan in bed, I myself hit the haysak BUT I looked at the clock. 1145 :( I have to get up for work in 45 min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LoL it's amazing how we just go and go and go. Writing it now I still can't believe I made it through the day and my next shift even without dropping like a dead fly. Anyway - we had a good Independance day and hope you did too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHH2F8rdHmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_TQRAIXlADM/s1600-h/parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220224025147285090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHH2F8rdHmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_TQRAIXlADM/s320/parade.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHH2GKfc3DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1d-5gx77xjE/s1600-h/sunrise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220224028855032882" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHH2GKfc3DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1d-5gx77xjE/s320/sunrise.JPG" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Left: Christian and Kylan end of parade on bikes. Right: Morning sunrise on my walk home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-5287989096851549429?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/5287989096851549429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=5287989096851549429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5287989096851549429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/5287989096851549429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/07/phone-rings-and-rings-and-rings-and-no.html' title='*BOOM* 4th of July sounds from beginning to End'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHH2F8rdHmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_TQRAIXlADM/s72-c/parade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6210815548998826312.post-2816485473616394362</id><published>2008-06-28T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:54:04.139-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>the SMELLS of country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What are the smells of Country?? Well today the boys and I were walking down to grammas house and just as I passed the older counseling center by Kim Actons mothers house I sensed the smell of country. (For those of who are lost the story is located in Blanding 200 west and barely south of 200 north.)  Kylan was ahead a bit riding his totally awesome Spider Man bike he got for his birthday and Christian was about a block behind crying because it was hot. But just as this sense hit me I had to pause... Me and Taygen (not willingly because he was in the stroller) stopped to take in the smells of our country. The neighborhood dogs barked just across the street from the large pine tree they were tied to, the house on the corner was watering their garden and you could smell the musty sweet scent of water hitting our desert dirt. The smells of pine trees and sage brush and wet dirt and roses and freshly mowed grass and someone grillin' and sweat (because it is 95 degrees today) and alfalfa and life itself filled the air on that one block for just a brief moment today. It did last long but long enough for one espicially grouchy old me to relize I live in the country and it's the best spot to be!! I am no hick... but a small town girl livin' in a small town world is just right for me. That's all I have to say for now. I'll post some pix later because I didn't bring my phone with me to work and I can't download on the state computer. Hope to see you all again soon! Love ya much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Debra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6210815548998826312-2816485473616394362?l=debratree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/feeds/2816485473616394362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6210815548998826312&amp;postID=2816485473616394362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/2816485473616394362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6210815548998826312/posts/default/2816485473616394362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debratree.blogspot.com/2008/06/smells-of-country.html' title='the SMELLS of country'/><author><name>Debra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149867769282637885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRjhcr4WrZo/SHNGQpYILsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xBe0uS7nDLA/S220/lost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
