Time Flies

Time flies when you're having fun. Time flies when you're not having fun. Time flies PERIOD. When I went to download pictures for this post, I couldn't even remember where I ended on the last pictures. My mind has been filled to overflowing since then. I can't believe we are already 8 days into December. Wasn't it just January 8th the other day? Wow!

We have been busy bees with family Thanksgivings and catching up with friends. We were able to go to the Christmas Parade in town the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The small town we are from does BIG TIME Christmas lights. It used to be around 1 million or so...maybe more. It has gone down hill a little since we last lived here, but even still there are lots of lights. The Christmas Parade of course kicks off the lighting of the town. I should have saved my Culture Shock post until after the parade. We forgot how people think it is fun to enter their 4-wheelers in the town parade...no decorations or anything. They just ride their 4-wheeler to show it off. This year everyone got a real treat. Two guys entered the parade for the sole purpose of dancing. They had a 1980's beaten up car following them with the stereo blaring, and they danced. I wish I had a video for you to see. Absolutely Hilarious!

We even got to have a seafood Thanksgiving with the Amaro's. They were in town, and we met them at a restaurant to visit. Lots of fun! We were so glad to see them, and we left missing Murfreesboro even more than normal. I can't believe I didn't get any pictures, but I am sure if I would have broken out the camera I would have caught some flak from a certain someone. I will not mention her name. We have had the privilege of meeting friends on 2 different occasions since we have moved. What a blessing! The other day I was getting John Reagan and Evie ready to meet Greg for supper in Ruston. We were going to go out and eat and spend some time together just the 4 of us. When I was telling John Reagan what we were doing he said, "Is Andrew going to be there?" I think we have been out to eat a total of 4 times since we moved and 2 of those were to meet friends. So he thinks if we are going to eat we are meeting someone. It was so cute and so sweet and so sad all in one. He was used to eating out once or twice a week, not a month. Too funny! I just laughed and said not this time.

Aside from preparing for the holidays, that's about all the excitement in our lives right now. One thing is for sure, they know how to celebrate the holidays down here. Because we are always home for Christmas it doesn't feel like we have moved. I keep thinking we are going to pack up and head home when it's all over with. It will be nice to pack up and head to our own house when we finally get one.

Now for the usual pictures...

Evie just loves to pet Max, and he loves it too.

The nightly fussing and shoving over the DVD player. It is so funny when these 2 get started.

Isn't she COOL?

I was taking a picture of John Reagan to send to a friend while I was babysitting our nephews. The boys decided they wanted in the picture with John Reagan.

We stayed with my sister and brother-in-law for the few days I babysat. She got to fix Evie's hair for the first time, and she was like a little kid at Christmas. Evie's first ponytail from Auntie Marla.

In Fifi's Bathtub, AGAIN!

Evie is a nosey girl. She wants to know what is going on all the time.

She is totally posing! What a ham!

We hope all is well with you. Drop us an email sometime. We love to catch-up whether through face to face visits or email.

Love you!

The Hasley's

The Great State of Louisiana

Anyone who has ever lived in the state of Louisiana or has ever had to deal with any type of state department in Louisiana can detect the tone of sarcasm in the title. There are some days I literally ask God, "Really?"

We have been through some serious culture shock since we moved. "How," I ask, "do you go through culture shock when you have lived in this same place for most of your life?" I do not know the answer to this question, but I know culture shock. Greg and I both have experienced several separate occasions of this. The first time I stopped at a gas station, and I was standing in line listening to the two men in front of me...their pants: camo, their shirts: raggedy old t-shirts, their purchase: each a case of beer. I stood there listening to them talk about "them there deer" they were preparing to hunt. I was in complete awe of the situation thinking, "Seriously, OMG!" As all of you in Tennessee know, I am used to "On the Run, Exxon" where you stand in line (not for very long because they have more than one cashier) and you don't talk to anyone because you don't know them. And if you are listening to the people in front of you, they aren't talking in the most country tone you have ever heard about "them there deer." Are you getting my drift? The worst part about the whole experience: these men reminded me of my dad and uncle. They were always in line buying their beer with their cowboy hats on talking about some country something that was going on around town. I just had to laugh and wonder...? I will leave it at that.

Greg's first real culture shock was when he went to Wal-Mart as hunting season opened. He came back and said he forgot how much camouflage was a fashion statement in these parts. I about fell off the couch laughing as soon as he said it. Greg had a few comments about that, but we will leave them left unsaid.

One last culture shock moment...I was driving to Ruston several weeks ago in the middle of the week, the middle of the day. I was on a stretch of 4-lane when I looked around and realized there was not a single car behind me and only 1 in front of me AND only 1 on the other side of the road. This went on for at least 5 miles. I about freaked out. Where was all the traffic? I'm not used to no traffic. As a matter of fact, we were coming home from my sister's one night, and John Reagan said, "Mommy, those lights are in my eyes. I can't see." I cracked up. He sits on the left side so he sees the lights of all the oncoming traffic. I just said, "I know buddy, it isn't like Murfreesboro where there are street lights everywhere." We actually get to use our bright lights around here. Seriously!

Now on to the REAL soap box of this story...

Greg went to get his Louisiana Driver's License the other day. He called me so mad saying, "I hate the state of Louisiana. I just told God if He ever gives me the open door to move, we are leaving as fast as we can." I of course am cracking up thinking, "Yea, you finally understand!" There was a flag on his license from 6 years ago. Basically, because we cancelled our insurance when we moved out of state they flagged our license. Yes, that means mine too. We cannot get a Louisiana Driver's License until we prove that we registered our 2 vehicles in the state of Tennessee. The worst part...we don't even own those vehicles anymore, AND Tennessee no longer handles this type of situation over the phone. We have to send them a letter with the make, model, and year of the car, the vin number, and the name and address the car was initially registered in. Then we sit back and wait. All of this happened 2 days before our insurance expired. We couldn't get it renewed with our Tennessee provider because we no longer live there, and we couldn't get it with Farm Bureau here without a Louisiana driver's license and vehicle license. Progressive wanted to charge us more than double what we already pay. We did finally get insurance and will be able to swap over to who we want to use once we get all the other mess straightened out. I had to wait a week to write this blog, so I wouldn't have to bleep myself from all the frustration. Trust me when I say this blog is very light-hearted compared to what I really want to say.

I will leave my soap box for some pictures now.

Evie's hair is growing so fast. Her pig-tails are filling out.

John Reagan helping Pawcaw fry fish, apron and all.

John Reagan holding Annie and getting some love at the same time.
Evie has discovered the portable DVD player. She LOVES it!

John Reagan in a mountain of bubbles.

This picture is for you Kristin. Rooting for LSU! Too bad they completely and totally screwed up this past weekend.

Evie is still not walking on her own. She has taken A step, but that's it. She will walk behind her little walker, and she will walk holding on to 1 of our fingers. But not on her own. For some reason when she gets tired of crawling on her knees or when her dress won't allow her to crawl, this is her method of getting around.

Daddy walking his little girl.

FYI: The beard is gone, and he's back to the usual looking Greg. Thank God!

Through this move I have seen the boxes we place around ourselves. I sit back and watch people who have no clue about life outside of their immediate surroundings and situation. We have had several people tell us we were coming back home as missionaries, but my question is, "How is that possible?" I can't seem to push myself out of the little box I have placed around myself with our current situation. I allow frustration and emotion and even fear to rule my every moment instead of looking beyond me to the needs of others. What other boxes do I live in that I don't see? What about the boxes you live in?

Catching Up

Are you ready for this?

I think the title speaks for itself, and all of you faithful followers know how long my blogs can be. I will try to keep it short and sweet for you...minimal talking, tons of pictures. The goods news is the camera has not been in as much use as is typical for it. This is where you pause, raise your hands, and say Hallelujah!

On with the show...

The weekend before we moved we visited with my Aunt Mary and Uncle Gordon in Bellevue. In an attempt to lessen the load for you I only put my FAVORITE picture on here from that visit. I just love it because it is typical of my boys...silliness.

My grandmother wasn't able to make the Friday visit, so we went to see her on Sunday. It was kind of sad because when we went to leave she kept hugging me. She hugged me and the kiddos as much as she could as if to say this might be the last time we see her. I am sure we will see her again, but I think she was worried we would do like her sons and not make it back up to Tennessee. Can't wait to head up there to see her again. John Reagan has been missing her.
On to Louisiana...
My mom has a large whirlpool bathtub, and John Reagan loves taking a bath in it. Poor Mom, I know she will be glad when we move out, so she can take a bath in peace.

Our first big laundry day John Reagan found a pair of Greg's ankle socks. Seeing as how we had just been shopping with Breyden for his soccer sheen guards, John Reagan decided to get creative. He put Greg's socks on, pulled them up as far as they would go, and said he was ready to play soccer.

When we go to Auntie Marla's, Evie has her own special booster chair. She thinks it is great fun, and this is how we found her one night. She sure looks comfortable with still only 8 teeth. When is the child going to get more teeth?

On our way to visit Uncle Brad, Kenden and Evie caught their cat naps. I couldn't get a picture of Breyden and John Reagan piled up in the back.

The great thing about our move is John Reagan has been able to spend a great deal of time with his cousins, Breyden and Kenden. They have had lots of fun, and all three sleep like logs when the day is done. Here is John Reagan and Breyden in their matching Christmas pj's from last year. Cowboy Up!

We have had the privilege of seeing Tennessee friends already. Rusty and Elizabeth had a trip planned to Mississippi about 3 weeks after we moved. What a double blessing for us since they brought a load of things to us that we had to leave behind. I have already blocked that move out of my mind. What a mess! Back on track...what a blessing to see them so quickly. We were ready and glad to see them too.

Rusty bought cookies for the whole bunch, and let me tell you...the kids had fun eating the X-LARGE cookies.

If you are wondering, Rusty and Elizabeth traded a child with Rusty's brother. Aubrey wanted to stay and play with her cousin.

Evie before the total cookie mess.

Pawpaw and Fifi have a cat named Clyde. He loves to sleep in Pawpaw's sock drawer. One night Pawpaw called everyone in to come see 'ole Clyde chilling. John Reagan and Evie thought it was great. Later on that night Evie disappeared. The next thing I know my mom was telling us to come look. This is what we saw.

Everyone has been getting in bed late since the kiddos are a little confused about what is going on. This really is nothing new with John Reagan unfortunately. LATE one night I went to take a bath, and when I came out this is what I found.

I told Greg I was going to start taking my baths like that all the time so he could get the kids to sleep while I relaxed. Lol! I wish!

Visiting Pawcaw & Nana...Evie, Annie, and John Reagan. We have quickly discovered that Evie loves babies as much as John Reagan. This is a good thing since John Reagan has been talking a good bit here lately about his "little brother." He says he wants a brother, not another sister. We are a little scared!

When mom gets in from work, she gives John Reagan and Evie some type of treat every NIGHT! This night they got Tootsie Roll Pops (the small ones). Evie had a good 'ole time sucking on hers while sitting in her belated birthday rocker.

John Reagan wasted no time eating his while doing one of his usual activities...watching the "DV player" (in his words).

John Reagan gets to watch his cartoons in Pawpaw and Fifi's bedroom so Pawpaw can watch his shows on the big TV. Pawpaw decided last night that he needed to nap after supper. He didn't bother John Reagan one bit.

Despite my reluctance and frustration with this move, we have had lots of fun. At least once a week we get a call from Auntie Marla wanting to know if we will come over and let the boys play. Of course Evie gets all up in the mix, and it is going to be an interesting dynamic when she gets a little bigger...lots of fun to watch.

Hope I haven't overloaded you too much. Now I better get to snapping some pictures because I just used them all up on you. Check out our picture site sometime... http://thehasleyhullabaloo.shutterfly.com. If you do get the opportunity and want to look at it, email me so I can send you the password.

Love and Hugs from the Hasley's!

Pictures

FINALLY,

I am getting pictures up for you. I know you have some idea of how behind I am on this blog, but just to make sure...these pictures are from Sept. 18th. Yes, before we moved. I cannot believe it is 5 weeks tomorrow that we drove out of Murfreesboro.

Here is John Reagan making sure everything is going as it needs to during the moving process. He is an "excellent supervisor."

Evie loves any type of animal, especially cats. She had a blast at the Rutledge's playing with their kittens.
Aubrey is such a sweetie and is always aware of what is going on with the smaller children around her. She is going to be a great babysitter one day. Too bad we won't be in Murfreesboro to take advantage of that.
The boys were having lots of fun swinging.

I couldn't resist putting this picture on here. I know it is blurry, but it is still so cute. Like father like son! When I showed my mom our picture book that Janet put together for us, she immediately said Caleb looked just like his daddy. By the way, I know you will be happy to here that mine and Greg's Christmas this year is new camera lenses (plural).

Last but not least, John Reagan loves to pick on ANYTHING. He will pick a scab so fast your head will spin. He has problems with hang nails on his toes, and he is always saying he's got a bleed. That's what he calls it because the first time I yanked a hang nail it bled. He was very naive about the whole deal back then. The next time around he wouldn't let me do it, so I convinced him if he pulled it out himself it wouldn't hurt as bad. He got the tweezers and went to work. He discovered that my philosophy on the matter was correct. He officially picks his own bleeds. Here he is working on one. He is so serious about it too.

Too funny! Thankfully for me I haven't been wild and crazy with the camera here lately, so I should be able to catch up on the pictures fairly quickly. I will start doing better with posts; at least, I hope to.

I also want to say a big THANK YOU to all of you for everything you did for us during our move from parties to help packing to help with meals. I have been bad about not getting to my thank you notes, but we haven't forgotten all that you did for us. Thank you so much. We love all of you dearly.

The Aftermath!

Still no pictures! I know it is not right to have a blog and not post pictures, but I wanted everyone to know we are still alive and making it. The whole picture thing is a problem because Greg takes the computer to work, and it is just a pain to download my personal pictures on someone else's computer. Greg keeps reassuring me I will have the computer back as soon as he gets done with his catalog checks. The problem with that...he is covering the entire United States. Okay, so when do you think I might get the computer back? In my defense, I attempted the picture thing. I put them on a USB to bring to my sister's. Yea, her USB ports are all in the back. I love you guys but right now I refuse to pull this computer out and tackle that mess. I have come to the conclusion that once a week I am going to have to meet Greg in Ruston after work and go to a free wi-fi spot to get my computer work done. What a pain!

The title of this blog should really be something along the lines of "Where Is Normalcy?" I figured that since my normalcy is on vacation due to the move that "The Aftermath" would be the better title. Did you know...there is absolutely no part of my life right now that even resembles what it was before this move. No part of my life has any normalcy or security right now. Every part of me is screaming for normalcy to return. "Oh God, please return." I long for the day. Greg and I have not had any alone time since we got here. The only time we have family time between just us 4 is in the vehicle going somewhere...usually an errand to Wal-Mart because I usually meet Greg in Ruston. Suffice to say, we don't talk much. This is very difficult seeing as how we went from just us 4 all the time doing what we want when we want to a whole slew of family around. OMG! Please normalcy return.

The sad part is nothing will be right until we find a house. How is that going you may ask. Who knows is my answer. We have tried 3 times to fax the loan paperwork to a local bank. Three times it has not gone through. Once was because I had the paper turned wrong. Once was faxed from Tennessee. Needless to say, Greg is dropping the paperwork off Monday. If he doesn't, I will probably pull ALL of my hair out along with his. I think it might be time for us to step back and reevaluate this whole process. Is God trying to tell us something? The most likely answer to this question is yes. But what is He trying to tell us? Anyone know that answer.

It would be nice to turn around and head back to Tennessee and have things go back to the way they were before that fateful day in July. I will NEVER forget the day Greg told me the news. It stresses me out now thinking about it. Isn't that sad? The sad part is I know it can't go back to the normal we knew before. I know that this transition we are in is necessary and only temporary. What scares me is how long is "temporary?" Can you hear me screaming?

The living situation has not been bad at all. It has gone very well. Everyone has gotten along well, but John Reagan and Evie still aren't sleeping good. Everyday John Reagan asks about our yellow house in Tennessee. The other day he asked me, "Are we going to stay here a while then go back to our yellow house?" It breaks my heart. I know he is at the best age possible to make such a move, but it still isn't easy. He finally absolutely loved his time at church, every time we went. He had several great friends. He has been talking about the last time my aunt and uncle babysat him, which was probably the end of January. When does it get better? How long will it be before we all adjust completely? Will we ever adjust completely? I don't even want to go visit churches because I know it will make this move final. That is just down right wrong! Hopefully we will tackle that hurtle this weekend. I cringe when I say "hopefully" there. I really do want to find a place for us as a family to worship and get involved. I'm just not sure about the finality of this whole deal. I have realized through this move how much I HATE change.

Sorry if this blog sounds like all doom and gloom. Please be praying for us. We really are doing fairly well. I promise pictures will come soon. Maybe I can even get to it this weekend while we are running all around. I tell you, I long for the day we can spend a quiet Saturday at our own house playing with our children just relaxing and having fun. Soon! Very soon! Love you all! Please pardon any spelling mistakes. I am not proofing since I am at my sister's and supposed to be visiting.

Safely Home!

Hello All! Thought I would drop in with a quick post and let you know we made it. I am sure you have figured out by now that we are here since we have been here right at a week now. Really? A week? Wow! I can't believe it. So much has happened since we have been here, but most of it is not the best blog material hanging out there for the world to read. I will have to shoot you an email, which will probably be another day or two in the making. Just a sneak peak on the info, it does include 2 trips to the ER...back to back nights. Fun stuff!

Our heads are spinning and our children still aren't quite sure what is going on. Poor John Reagan doesn't know where home is anymore. He keeps telling everyone he is going to have a new house. The problem with that is, we don't have a clue when that might be. We haven't had the time to spend even a minute working towards that goal.

I don't know about Greg, but I will speak for myself. I very much miss Murfreesboro and all of you very dear friends. When we hit Vicksburg the other night, I felt such a weight of depression come over me, and it only increased as we crossed the Louisiana state line. Reality had hit. Let me tell you, after 11 hours of driving at that point, I could have turned that vehicle around and headed right back to Murfreesboro without a second thought. I would have only made it to Jackson or Meridian before I would have had to stop and rest but just having my vehicle turned in the direction of Tennessee would have been enough for me.

I am better now. It is clear after our first week here that we are very much in the will of God and are needed here.

As far as our trip, 13 hours. Yes, you read that right...13 hours. We had to get a Uhaul trailer along with the van thanks to the many things we have. Our 9 hour trip turned into 13 because we couldn't drive over 60 miles an hour thanks to the Uhaul. Long story! Long drive! We survived and arrived at 3:30 a.m. Of course the kiddos slept a good bit of the way, so they were ready to play. You can imagine how mommy and daddy felt about that.

Be on the look-out for your informative email, and we will be seeing you all soon. We will let you know when we plan our first trip up there. We love you all and miss you very much.

Going Green

I know what you are thinking. You are worried that I am about to go on a rant about what we need to do to save our environment. Although I do recycle and believe in doing my part (on some things), you don't have to worry. I will NEVER preach to you on the state of our environment. This is about the state of my plants.

So let me take you back...all the way to May. At John Reagan's birthday party I had an avocado seed in some water rooting and I had the top of a pineapple in water rooting. Two particular friends (you know who you are...lol) thought I might have set the seed and top out trying to mess with them. They didn't believe me when I explained what was going on. I took pictures back in May to show the progress of my plantlings. I thought I had posted the beginning of this process on here but after looking back over the blog apparently did not do that. For some reason at the time I decided it wasn't worthy of the blog.

Enter the middle of the process...the pineapple loves where it currently is. He/She has sprouted big time.

I wish I still had the beginning stage so you could see just how much she has grown.

The avocado seed has sprouted into a little tree. I can't believe it has grown this much since the end of May when it was nothing but a seed with a tiny root coming out of the bottom.

The avocado is a little hard to see. Should have photoshopped it for you, but that is Kristin's specialty, not mine (not yet anyway).

The overall picture.

That is ivy to the left. The avocado is hard to see at the bottom.
I am excited about my plantlings and can't wait to see them fully grown.

A little extra for you...we have arrived at moving weekend. We will be packing the van, or whatever you want to call it, tomorrow and leaving Sunday. How sad! We have found out as of Tuesday morning through a series of things happening with our families that we are needed at home though. It has made this a little easier. We are going to miss all of you Tennesseans greatly and are already looking forward to our first visit back. We love all of you very much.

Safety 1st

Every so often I have to pull the car seats out of the car and strip them down to threads for a good washing. This motivation is few and far between because I absolutely hate having to take those dang seats out and then latch them back in. When you have one seat, that's fine. It's not so bad. But when you have 2! Two that are practically on top of each other and are rather large. You almost have to be double jointed just to get your hand in there and unlatch them. You with car seats understand the latch system. It's great for the security of the seat but a pain in the (insert bleep) when you need to take them out.

I decided this week that ever so often had arrived. I had cleaned the seats with wipes as many times as I could. It was time for the deep down clean that only the good old washer brings. This decision came mainly because Evie's shoulder straps needed to come up, and since I had to take her seat out to do that I figured I might as well go ahead and take them both out and wash them. I could have lived with the filth just a little while longer to spare myself the headache.

Anyhoo, for some unknown reason, John Reagan LOVES to sit in his car seat when it is the living room and I have gotten all the pieces back together. He always has. I guess he thinks it is his own personal "leather recliner" for TV watching. He is such a man (in the making).

If you are wondering, that is peanut butter on his cheeks. He had just eaten his daily peanut butter fold over, in his words.

With this round of washing, I discovered it must not be just a man thing. While I was taking Evie's car seat apart, she crawled over and was all over me trying to see what was going on. As soon as I got the seat back together, she came over and immediately started trying to climb in it. So I helped her out.
Yes, she LOVED it. What is up with my children? I discovered the very next day that Evie did not need my help getting into the car seat when John Reagan started screaming, "Mommy, she's gonna fall." Evie had climbed the first 3 stairs in the house. The child doesn't even walk yet. She is working on the cruising part, but shouldn't she be able to walk before she climbs stairs? I am a little confused.
Back on track, John Reagan and Evie looked so cute in their car seats, I had to sit them side by side.
You should know by now what is taking place here. You guessed it. Watching TV! What can I say? My children are learning early that practicing safety first really pays off. You never know what can happen while sitting in your living room. It never hurts to be prepared.

Overcoming!

Before I start with the pictures, I have tell you that this blog is preaching to me. Most of you know that I have not been practicing any type of humility with this whole moving business. As a matter of fact, I have been in a bit of tug-a-war with God about the situation. When I came to the blog the first thing I saw..."For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Well well, who knew that when He gave me that verse to put on here He would actually use it to my benefit. Hum!

On with the story...

we have been busy bees visiting with friends before we leave. I am ashamed to say we have been spending more time with friends since we found out we were moving than before. We should have been doing this visiting all along. It's funny how something live moving puts things in perspective for us. The downfall is that after some time passes, we quickly forget the perspective we just learned and go back to our old ways. I hope this will not be the case for us once we get settled in Louisiana. We both would like for our life pace to slow down a bit.

We recently had dinner with several friends enjoying every one's company and catching up with friends who moved away a couple of years ago. My how our families have grown in just 2 years.

Every time Elizabeth would put the camera in Evie's face, she would either start posing or make a face. I just love this one. Cracks me up!

John Reagan of course was either too busy choking down his ice cream or running around like a mad man. He was having so much fun.
A couple of days later, we celebrated Caleb's 1st birthday with him. It was a little early, but when you have a sister who was due to arrive any day, you got to do what you got to do. As you can see, the kiddos got to spend some time in the water playing.
Evie and Samantha are just too cute!
I think John Reagan is probably being silly. He could be a little chilly though.

We were getting ready for our Small Group Social the other night, and we had to do something with Evie's hair. It is getting so long coupled with the fact that it constantly curls into her face instead of away from it, and we can't keep it out of her eyes. I decided to do piggy tails again. Of course she laid down and messed them up then wouldn't let me fix them, so she ended up partying with the hair in her eyes anyway.

"Why is the wash rag in the floor?" you ask. Who knows is my response...it must have been time for laundry day.

If you are a regular blog reader, you know my children can watch television...a good thing and a bad thing. They were completely engrossed in some Backyardigan's yesterday. Couldn't pass up this shot!

Today as I was downloading pictures for the blog, John Reagan was wanting me to set up his Lincoln Logs train tracks but he didn't want Evie to play with them. He began to take toys and trash bags and any item he could find and proceeded to build a barrier from the wall to the desk so Evie couldn't get to his train tracks.

You know I couldn't pass up on this one. He only played with it for 5 minutes then decided he would break apart the barrier and share with Evie. Hilarious! These two keep me on my toes. Of course he is now telling me all about how she messed up his choo-choo tracks. Fun stuff!

Now that I am on the path to overcoming after my preaching, I will let you go. I am hopeful I will continue to keep a regular post on here in the midst of everything going on. You might be short on the picture viewing though. Half of the pictures on here today were taken by friends then emailed to me. Man, I have been slacking.

Bye for now,

Brandi