tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80714433975473277612024-02-06T19:01:13.117-08:00one stop light townKroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-70027115445180585952009-07-27T16:57:00.001-07:002009-07-27T17:15:38.408-07:00Loving A Girl...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJy_Df12I7SYtilP8ncGk1RpfxbTirZvadeGxu-ewPesoKs0DQwFcArOS3IhKtqs-gLc6x6aqZvluVULaWHGK-AT5dYNYRX0PE8obAsCoUA1Y36TDJRHk3_zleuxxi5AL89RfrT0KB0FU/s1600-h/IMG00816.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295095505313682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJy_Df12I7SYtilP8ncGk1RpfxbTirZvadeGxu-ewPesoKs0DQwFcArOS3IhKtqs-gLc6x6aqZvluVULaWHGK-AT5dYNYRX0PE8obAsCoUA1Y36TDJRHk3_zleuxxi5AL89RfrT0KB0FU/s320/IMG00816.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MlKJeAR4C_KeXlcplJOfwUu1gKU9akjFl0eMDX9Y4P88LdXWcmv2JZh9g1s5luVN2wSSOu1XRJS7TTBMIM73zEfb0ERX8ZhJCkGk9tux7Dv4cqjiOIQNxlbJK-ScGfUYLiVQk9r81cU/s1600-h/IMG00805.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363295093309020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MlKJeAR4C_KeXlcplJOfwUu1gKU9akjFl0eMDX9Y4P88LdXWcmv2JZh9g1s5luVN2wSSOu1XRJS7TTBMIM73zEfb0ERX8ZhJCkGk9tux7Dv4cqjiOIQNxlbJK-ScGfUYLiVQk9r81cU/s320/IMG00805.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">What can I say? She is a brilliant ray of sun for everyone she meets... She is always rocking some fabulous accessory. Yesterday we had a very serious, honest conversation that went something like this: </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><em>Mai - "Mama, I am stylish."</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><em>Me - "Mai, you are sooo stylish and you have awesome fashion sense!"</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><em>Mai - "I guess it skips a generation."</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Yep! I totally LOVE this girl...</span></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-81031125775850344752009-07-26T00:06:00.000-07:002009-07-26T20:04:20.638-07:00the big one...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362964807449338898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzQ3GfWBfR7PbfEqfVLbdmS4rHPcy4afKZXqC9nJwKmevxSh5pm-QP-Vit1uSLN6c9qmf72bRr5sZuKfKnrAKZVK_rONisCBEXP-xFbc0DEOYcPEMe9JiCvVcCOxAnODxvYUIl1PTMsk/s320/FishingTrip+316.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am tempted to delete the last posting ... you know the one that is titled "a month of silence"? </span><br /><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That was clever of me... except that, well, that was about 4 months ago. I thought maybe it would motivate me. </span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnROj5BQwLymzEAeS1WyXEvdF67DXVx0DHqXGUmjOoDcQq5OQ1tTuNe2BtEbFgUZmtqf015nldrpWz-4Hk9bEj054Tf1BzNNxYC0y7U3t5uxX_siiYCePzv9HAk-sdB9ICek5zamxAx2s/s1600-h/FishingTrip+300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362667587687671970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnROj5BQwLymzEAeS1WyXEvdF67DXVx0DHqXGUmjOoDcQq5OQ1tTuNe2BtEbFgUZmtqf015nldrpWz-4Hk9bEj054Tf1BzNNxYC0y7U3t5uxX_siiYCePzv9HAk-sdB9ICek5zamxAx2s/s320/FishingTrip+300.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">How Relaxing Is this Picture? I was enjoying Liquid Montana Gold...</span><br /></div></div><div><br /><br /><div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#009900;">Nope...I went merrily along blogging in my head all these months.</span></em> </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The thing is life <a href="http://http//www.bigskyfishing.com/Montana-Info/city-galleries/deer-lodge-mt.shtm">here</a> is sooo consuming in a good way. I heard a quote the other day that said...</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">"just remember, you can't download </span></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">real life."</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcnKRNfovlEOCyU_LW9bN8oh3NvluRsD7H4H9fmjF3znzrD7XQbkeJd7L6icPAqeerqZwVnvs0_v0bXoSoeI78H6LOSS2qf-jK_8TwaCUBl5pFTz8Z4RRimPzKWcNI4LYkclcKStIhNs/s1600-h/FishingTrip+266.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362667573600270962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcnKRNfovlEOCyU_LW9bN8oh3NvluRsD7H4H9fmjF3znzrD7XQbkeJd7L6icPAqeerqZwVnvs0_v0bXoSoeI78H6LOSS2qf-jK_8TwaCUBl5pFTz8Z4RRimPzKWcNI4LYkclcKStIhNs/s320/FishingTrip+266.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">Loving Fisherman and Little Bo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After spending some years trying to do just that it has been amazing to start living again... Tod goes fishing nearly every day... I run with the sun most mornings. Our kids are doing all of the things Tod and I cherish most about our childhood... camping, hiking, floating the river.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPImUbB-n_OOe9AkKAoXN6u1mU0xOweHOnQ4XyWB_S6HDrGGs8xaGsXRZ-Q7myX60v0Ly8H0UYe_oIbQUQEejMkGhDn06U5qYkqSuyN4-QAoJVPhRpGVUEK64-C5ZmRCzn1oWaXyD5rZg/s1600-h/FishingTrip+271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961252510895666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPImUbB-n_OOe9AkKAoXN6u1mU0xOweHOnQ4XyWB_S6HDrGGs8xaGsXRZ-Q7myX60v0Ly8H0UYe_oIbQUQEejMkGhDn06U5qYkqSuyN4-QAoJVPhRpGVUEK64-C5ZmRCzn1oWaXyD5rZg/s320/FishingTrip+271.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And at the end of the day we drive home to our quiet little life and I LOVE IT!!! </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay, so you might be asking... what's with the title of this post? Is there a story behind it?<br /></div><div><div>Why yes there is... thank you for asking. And now I will be telling... </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsCCKk4Vm8YVCwF57NsQU1u8i1OzzULyYzntF8JnPGpf74HV0vYKBFZKy-wxre8B_f9biP5gHgC-0EoHfYnHb5EBh6rySpppUGYBzlk2H5ujWnYqpmaS6F8fnEqH3Gu9Q9oj-glCOG1o/s1600-h/FishingTrip+295.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362966858148987938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsCCKk4Vm8YVCwF57NsQU1u8i1OzzULyYzntF8JnPGpf74HV0vYKBFZKy-wxre8B_f9biP5gHgC-0EoHfYnHb5EBh6rySpppUGYBzlk2H5ujWnYqpmaS6F8fnEqH3Gu9Q9oj-glCOG1o/s320/FishingTrip+295.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">The Loving Fisherman In All His Glory</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Once upon a time...</span></em> there was an awesomely hansome, kind and loving fisherman who took his family on a fabulous adventure. He got up early in the morning and got all of the poles ready, packed up the life vests and ham sandwiches...Today was the day he was going to teach his lovely lady to fly fish. All were bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of spending the day under the sky, floating down the river with the promise of landing the big one.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Well, as most fisherman will tell you (and I never believed them, but I do now...) there is a good chance you will land the biggest fish of the day on your first few casts. Wierd how that works... but this day, it was true. The loving fisherman cast only a few times, the fish rose, he set the hook and the boat was full of whooping and hollering because it was a BIG ONE!!! </div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXOYmab0Dcp_s0WtoxY0waWdpg2oDeuP7qmrZndsmoFXpBb8Qbr1Z6KV8ybv-Miyjn5orTnPU1UBICZUGiRhzBQ6h2Vst3YVvJ7wMYt-ZMSxyvyYZD-HBZkPKp-NugAITD1slpCh4qrM/s1600-h/FishingTrip+260.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961263182805474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXOYmab0Dcp_s0WtoxY0waWdpg2oDeuP7qmrZndsmoFXpBb8Qbr1Z6KV8ybv-Miyjn5orTnPU1UBICZUGiRhzBQ6h2Vst3YVvJ7wMYt-ZMSxyvyYZD-HBZkPKp-NugAITD1slpCh4qrM/s320/FishingTrip+260.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Now, I have been fishing all of my life. And I mean ALL of my life. <a href="http://onestoplighttown.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories-made.html">Some of my earliest memories</a> are of waking at the crack of dawn with my Dad and paddling the canoe out on the lake to catch breakfast...I cleaned my own fish before I could ride a bike. So I am not a newbie... I am a rugged Wyoming (now Montana) woman... I don't need eyeshadow and lip gloss to have a good day and I know a thing or two about fishing. So when I saw that HUGE fish swimming toward the boat I decided to help it out a bit, you know how you do... you reel them in and then you pickem' up to show everyone. So I grab the line super excited for everyone to see how big this fish was and just as I lift it out of the water... snap!! The line broke and the fish swam away. Just then, an awkward silence fell over the boat.</div><div></div><div>Then, the loving fisherman spoke up...</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>"It's okay love, we will get another one." And he did...The End</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Fly Fishing 101: Ladies... aparently fly fishing is very different from regular fishing... the end of the line is called the "tippet". It is a very fine line between the fly and the leader. And it breaks, VERY easily.<br /></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg0I86Ee7dmEPz2zdkBwa5Kn34Ru3w773cjDYsQ2_r2WFiSfv0_5IEBSs2QGlvrMxsZCu81jTCB30D-9FfuH-UkEyHCWOEN3h2OQOrRi3rBeQSeTOlNHsYZJ65D9IEXTw62StJDzwvpk/s1600-h/FishingTrip+313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961267847158274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg0I86Ee7dmEPz2zdkBwa5Kn34Ru3w773cjDYsQ2_r2WFiSfv0_5IEBSs2QGlvrMxsZCu81jTCB30D-9FfuH-UkEyHCWOEN3h2OQOrRi3rBeQSeTOlNHsYZJ65D9IEXTw62StJDzwvpk/s320/FishingTrip+313.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEItJ89YDkni0RvaB9S7BogcGr2zuTzn1r-4AZt3JynJRdXxqrLULzcxgYMYhfFjqticBvpxLOEu6XeFnJI2oL18lv_Ht5tvQZGU0jv66miCofwyPq7EH636nDEuIMfFl3qoAOdljwuM/s1600-h/FishingTrip+295.JPG"></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzZ-N0MpYoQ8ZPcta8aNPsguAKYCfVQhMniUDwbei5OGlw1v0bbfGa6mFPyTV6bEqePvBdEqSaOZyYnGNa5EYoEDYXqMY5Rl8_wSXPtCDXUAxD264tAeQR0ncxzYhgVeq5dTqAXg306I/s1600-h/FishingTrip+328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362961278731523714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzZ-N0MpYoQ8ZPcta8aNPsguAKYCfVQhMniUDwbei5OGlw1v0bbfGa6mFPyTV6bEqePvBdEqSaOZyYnGNa5EYoEDYXqMY5Rl8_wSXPtCDXUAxD264tAeQR0ncxzYhgVeq5dTqAXg306I/s320/FishingTrip+328.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3owJoZicJPbZXOw1MznyDvMp3GDeqBaH70V97WS0YsYLXJWGzVxKSuucahTqnssOI31oPWPnJ4fVQvGzeN9nNXYblvUd-FNFo7heuyhE31BvNSqDO-14bclixVUZEkEhvX1SuBmJOtC8/s1600-h/FishingTrip+330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362963760460402002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3owJoZicJPbZXOw1MznyDvMp3GDeqBaH70V97WS0YsYLXJWGzVxKSuucahTqnssOI31oPWPnJ4fVQvGzeN9nNXYblvUd-FNFo7heuyhE31BvNSqDO-14bclixVUZEkEhvX1SuBmJOtC8/s320/FishingTrip+330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEItJ89YDkni0RvaB9S7BogcGr2zuTzn1r-4AZt3JynJRdXxqrLULzcxgYMYhfFjqticBvpxLOEu6XeFnJI2oL18lv_Ht5tvQZGU0jv66miCofwyPq7EH636nDEuIMfFl3qoAOdljwuM/s1600-h/FishingTrip+295.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-91944068984577779982009-03-10T23:34:00.000-07:002009-03-11T00:09:51.779-07:00a month of silence...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nZwik9QoJIiMAlf_-hGkWJLI3kr_EB8ELR9RauXOYpVgGl4o0wG8jttkSR5Iau5mgHYxZPGxxi5sbiG4t4iYrqerQ9i_5GlNgTHHCvxXoi6iPUXbT37LL9Ybhaz790dOXVzmZgeKpE4/s1600-h/girlandboyMollyBrett.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311820954356106290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nZwik9QoJIiMAlf_-hGkWJLI3kr_EB8ELR9RauXOYpVgGl4o0wG8jttkSR5Iau5mgHYxZPGxxi5sbiG4t4iYrqerQ9i_5GlNgTHHCvxXoi6iPUXbT37LL9Ybhaz790dOXVzmZgeKpE4/s400/girlandboyMollyBrett.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Where does the time go? I knew it was about time to post because I found myself blogging in my mind again... we have been so busy and done so much... where do I begin??? Well, a picture is worth a thousand words and getting started again is hard so I am going to start with some images of life these days...</div><br />So one day after church I was chatting with a friend who was going to be immunizing her pigs later that afternoon and I impulsively was like, "Hey, can we come out to help you? We'd love it... I mean, we probably will be useless but it will be fun!" So she took us up on the offer and this is what transpired:</div><br /><br /><div>I KNOW... Tod roping pigs???? Many, if not all of you, are in disbelief... but it is true... Tod ACTUALLY roped a pig. Turns out he was not half bad at it!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311816087779094914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9xYzuijYCl79NL9V-SFbD5Ao5_b7Iw-gbax2NSwmlScQ5t1VIQG-K_EO9Lp6UoQE6V7EBi2ekBTiR30B5Vd2FYGm3-3VuhkOibsB3kIOgcItDyQ2wKXwn0GJXyZYHabG7Bd5H4dvyvI/s320/todroping.jpg" border="0" />Okay, Mai receives the "MOST SHOCKING PLAYER" award. The girl was totally CRAZY with the pig thing... I mean she was going for it. It was hilarious because all that "dirt" is not dirt at all... Oh yes, you know what I am saying... STINKY. But Mai??? She (and her courageous mentor Dal) were chasing those pigs and getting right down into the "funky mud" to mark the pigs after they got their shots. Mai had a piece of pink chalk...her tool of choice... and she would just boldly run upto the pig, giggling with delight and scribble, scribble, scribble. It was AWESOME.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311816081197947346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxOTROQMiWaYItfRW9VZr-WU4_UiopjuwtYaEnX-_aoUbHDZbx1FAkLjmQc5FDJQvYFkO_vQroknFFdzQiWZ6VhgbFk-XxAin9vLaGtNXcaqk6Uc26sDzh-tHQQSCO8nSH8-jhL-jpOQ/s320/mai.jpg" border="0" /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HdKxYpOEF4T80sosC-cScdaGUcyC7J8b2wVdTd2nmTCb31lF0PVkrwGFT-1kz-cHWU6RuF5XichyphenhyphenenISflZc4tgFTQjlq0FaMcy3KXGx-XNlzCrxCrBrNoq80BMEBGfUkjpRiMPnshM/s1600-h/screaminpig.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311819914193168370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HdKxYpOEF4T80sosC-cScdaGUcyC7J8b2wVdTd2nmTCb31lF0PVkrwGFT-1kz-cHWU6RuF5XichyphenhyphenenISflZc4tgFTQjlq0FaMcy3KXGx-XNlzCrxCrBrNoq80BMEBGfUkjpRiMPnshM/s320/screaminpig.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>~</div><div> </div><div>Maddox, well... I thought I knew my kids. My new theory is all parents must verify what they think they know about their kids with a trip to a ranch. Maddox was heart broken..."Pigs, cry mama...pigs cry". He was traumatized. So we headed over to the chicken coop and the horses. Much more his speed...</div><div> </div><div>~<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311816084686334258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJqV8x1MZ9GP4Lw8sgx2UovcETr-gawqOtz86TBEZycoD7CNmiv8WSZUOg21hvcasqVrivpdc01-wPK-YTy-TQAJ6MmroyQiIfhyphenhyphenhZkFn4WMW-fAygIjuMG4Hd1fP1IkdOEwXAdZtI1w/s320/dontlikeit.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_w7tr1HUyeAK-T1otoKJc2yOoRcPc_vLtGfMxBTWj5jH3zThcpqVk2GOSqUx0yG76qoy-vziInPdAPhyphenhyphen3YfIU0AhbVrs2e-R_Cq_Fvl-dIwA-wewgcX2KRNIAa7IyzycJEtkx2ilLwA/s1600-h/madriding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311819918819415506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_w7tr1HUyeAK-T1otoKJc2yOoRcPc_vLtGfMxBTWj5jH3zThcpqVk2GOSqUx0yG76qoy-vziInPdAPhyphenhyphen3YfIU0AhbVrs2e-R_Cq_Fvl-dIwA-wewgcX2KRNIAa7IyzycJEtkx2ilLwA/s320/madriding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMIvlZ5lhLyXKXGPpQ9UX_OQiVJrnABp3rPijBUxdwnPVJ6ibcd0kfV100ADcIPoTFgkQQ3U__hMnsnzoGEHa6JyLQR6Jjk7Fj_nQpIJLm6dieNy23aEEpjuV9uIYSZfWqsUw99B3goM/s1600-h/maileading.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311819916661851874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMIvlZ5lhLyXKXGPpQ9UX_OQiVJrnABp3rPijBUxdwnPVJ6ibcd0kfV100ADcIPoTFgkQQ3U__hMnsnzoGEHa6JyLQR6Jjk7Fj_nQpIJLm6dieNy23aEEpjuV9uIYSZfWqsUw99B3goM/s320/maileading.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>~</div><div> </div><div>I have more pictures... and now I am on a roll but it is officially the next day and I have broken my new vow to myself that I will go to bed at a healthy hour... So goodnight!!</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-67275245660294485412009-02-10T10:58:00.000-08:002009-02-10T10:01:03.423-08:00the world according to...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7QsOkBsna2Mj-2Zl50k8wmQEef7cHwIfGQQlPmJfAY1XbbTL-oPYbwKCaXtj8C5IQcr7WZirFXyoFZxxBnK9HV4C_H3QqvE4DjHOkwABLhXLkTenWVbUM5Z4QLiTFPvisQqaFmo31jc/s1600-h/washday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301229822353503442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE7QsOkBsna2Mj-2Zl50k8wmQEef7cHwIfGQQlPmJfAY1XbbTL-oPYbwKCaXtj8C5IQcr7WZirFXyoFZxxBnK9HV4C_H3QqvE4DjHOkwABLhXLkTenWVbUM5Z4QLiTFPvisQqaFmo31jc/s400/washday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6OYfELXSrTTYXvwWoB7npwmZ1_8QQy4gqV16pNbVeWW6Tkq6Lj3puy2Vc8P8n1_W-Fue3x0c3aeOio1Yj0BRD9Bdi1WUFnYpFGEwMvPdAF6Uj9qWvdbtoqz9rzGuJduHnPkA1vHVqnk/s1600-h/goodmorningworld.jpg"></a><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">I can't begin to express how much this lady annoys me... she epitomizes all that is wrong with the world.</span></div><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">First, she is happy to be doing laundry... enough said. Secondly, her shirt matches her daughter... finally, her <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><em><strong>bright sunny</strong></em></span> disposition first thing in the morning* </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">makes her one of <a href="http://blogs.abc.net.au/nsw/2008/10/the-best-time-o.html">THEM...</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">*(how do I know it is morning you say??? out the window farmer husband Bob is going to milk the cow and if you use your imagination, the sun is rising over the barn during some freak rain storm but that story is for another day)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">You probably guessed by now, I am not a morning person. I can't even think until 10am. I am grouchy, confused, uninterested but full of guilt. Everyday... like </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZbtAFq7dP8"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Groundhog Day"</span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> I wake up to a chipper baby boy who is ALLLLL Morning Person just like his Dada... man-o-man those two. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Maddox is ready to play, play, play before he even opens his eyes and his Dad well, let's just say his "morning personness" is a wierd combination of pride & personal vendetta that gives him a feeling of superiority (which if you ask me is a problem of all morning people.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My Mama and my dear Sister are both morning people as well... so yep, my entire life has been one colossial battle against my natural <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/2996364.stm">Circadian Rhythms</a>. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It is exhausting really, not being a morning person. Today, I found myself reading a article titled, <a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/142142">"Nine Ways To Become A Morning Person"</a>. Nope, I am not joking. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The thing is, I don't want my kid to hate me. I don't want her to feel trapped by my in ability to roll with the world. I want her to be on time and not feel the anxiety that I have felt my entire life... what is a girl to do??? </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I haven't changed in 37 years... I have little (if any at all) faith in the fact that I am going to be able to make the shift. I almost thought to ask if any of you have any advice but then I thought... "No one is going to tell you anything you haven't heard before" and besides... the advice will just serve to make me feel even more inadequate. Who decided Morning People should rule the world anyway? </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I could argue that even God himself did his most creative work at night... "2 Now the earth was [<a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=1&chapter=1&version=31#fen-NIV-2a">a</a>] formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light "day," and the darkness he called "night.".... </span><span style="color:#6633ff;">I am just saying...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-68491470371189235112009-02-07T21:50:00.000-08:002009-02-08T09:52:27.731-08:00i'd be lying if I said I wasn't....<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggX8VPcZrgEpsb_WowhqEiIjcAGUWLoUGOaN8kPPTr0SgMdOMt-yFzimo7qXdu0utXUSgmUuYytxIpgd0iIPeeag-HFik1ddwUmCYxf5tzpZfZJ_CqxnAmWdgdT2ddxMAXBME6bVYraxI/s1600-h/discovery.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484502060307890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggX8VPcZrgEpsb_WowhqEiIjcAGUWLoUGOaN8kPPTr0SgMdOMt-yFzimo7qXdu0utXUSgmUuYytxIpgd0iIPeeag-HFik1ddwUmCYxf5tzpZfZJ_CqxnAmWdgdT2ddxMAXBME6bVYraxI/s400/discovery.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>JEALOUS doesn't begin to describe my feelings as I rolled out of bed this morning. My honey is away on the men's rah-rah, <a href="http://www.skidiscovery.com/index.php">ski Discovery</a>, play poker poker, love Jesus, big breakfast (not necessarily in that order...but close) weekend. It's been planned a long time, I want him to have fun and bond with his buddies, and know Jesus more... but I LOVE TO SKI!!! And I woke up wanting to be a guy for one day...<br /></div><br /><div>Inspite of my attitude I dragged myself and the kids out of bed and got us packed because my friend, Mrs. Starr had invited the kids and I to hang out with her and the 3 little starrs at a place called Fairmont... never heard of it but hey I am game. Besides, Mrs. S and I get each other and we laugh easily. She has quickly become one of my favorite people here...</div></div><br /><div><div>So we packed up the kids for the 20 minute drive to <a href="http://www.fairmontmontana.com/">Fairmont Hot Springs</a>. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300485033538863314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSDb-EyhGEU1TSnc66kjkswotW3Ld0F7QkibI-ERrn_UfxQVlc_y2ZWwqYr2XC4LLjkrXXg7hlr5oBg_r59KiXPzsQmIT-FqzZTdqyqVny2SJl9oUCzngsF4zpTVjTTlQgfKxI-eAlxo/s400/fairmont.jpg" border="0" /> <div>This place is REDICULOUS... heaven on earth! Okay, I admit, I <em>am</em> easily overjoyed <em>however</em>... as I sat in the perfectly warm (not stinky mind you) hot spring pool I could not believe what an awesome place this is. I sat there feeling the crisp Montana air against my face, looking up at a perfect "not one cloud" in the blue sky, while listening to the littlest starr - my friends girl - in her cute sing-song voice saying, "I am so happy, I am so happy" and I had to pinch myself. I thought... little star... "I am so happy too..."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484779170735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE_JTqfqDJiesqaMdE_i9hVYQnfPKw-ghjkAEelg62wVD6sAA94zTmZRA8nWt328bxHqyoGhRjYGOpy51zQD7zQUxr8yOtaLzV4xGDD1377syxVXxSFoVOjWZvqkFXvOXUy1pyz9jI58/s400/outsidefog.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-73971427741627614442009-02-04T21:56:00.000-08:002009-02-04T22:15:48.716-08:00a little chef...a little eggs... a little play<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm_z2itNvhD5qYbWw-kwCsakDfkiZ_mg4dxNXcBCAYui3BUBhN5vTCYhnFLTgZPGppksChSFuYXjIe7GcJsyWefGRK7jCAFpNnPXeWjF6U5Hy4IyQlPutdTs7YhDtEkpfxUViK4riXK8/s1600-h/wordlesswed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191771478854898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm_z2itNvhD5qYbWw-kwCsakDfkiZ_mg4dxNXcBCAYui3BUBhN5vTCYhnFLTgZPGppksChSFuYXjIe7GcJsyWefGRK7jCAFpNnPXeWjF6U5Hy4IyQlPutdTs7YhDtEkpfxUViK4riXK8/s400/wordlesswed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJnOXJotzy1-52AKBVa1ZW596TPDQGF_O6DcH2ilnY4ZADBhYftPIrsWBZB1XkgC7z1NuPrhN3k_5eV4lhUX3yw3ZFArgYgKb6JZBXq4ciS_xONFF2E6XyDIKDY7vVJaHWCk8U_4a11Y/s1600-h/ice+fishing+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191768895075570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJnOXJotzy1-52AKBVa1ZW596TPDQGF_O6DcH2ilnY4ZADBhYftPIrsWBZB1XkgC7z1NuPrhN3k_5eV4lhUX3yw3ZFArgYgKb6JZBXq4ciS_xONFF2E6XyDIKDY7vVJaHWCk8U_4a11Y/s400/ice+fishing+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyL7xJTh56YE5QqF_0QKGoqYD9gpPLag-WNkXKMBS-_PzUXG4Ipp2iYmuc09hM0WzDCBnMfE0o6YF1ax-_O6uNaCwA3ShXDH0c7lWdTs6qMwuYKzA1c_aVXN1fJ3aplwm2SK2zggkg14/s1600-h/ice+fishing+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191766593086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyL7xJTh56YE5QqF_0QKGoqYD9gpPLag-WNkXKMBS-_PzUXG4Ipp2iYmuc09hM0WzDCBnMfE0o6YF1ax-_O6uNaCwA3ShXDH0c7lWdTs6qMwuYKzA1c_aVXN1fJ3aplwm2SK2zggkg14/s400/ice+fishing+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wClfBwCV8LeJ7EhyDbII1i8gFlq2jUnYytLRsuzaFujCLwIVgRI3IiLIPptKDKOoXbAytPpxYHoosU1hy3xQmvdQ3vexCiZUy27Uq38lyzs0ktPsk4IenOgcVM_6Z2yypjeGXYEhFKk/s1600-h/ice+fishing+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191765445060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wClfBwCV8LeJ7EhyDbII1i8gFlq2jUnYytLRsuzaFujCLwIVgRI3IiLIPptKDKOoXbAytPpxYHoosU1hy3xQmvdQ3vexCiZUy27Uq38lyzs0ktPsk4IenOgcVM_6Z2yypjeGXYEhFKk/s400/ice+fishing+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0NaeODnLTCCBwzVw2HhTRyJWPMd59lQTAoM8_o7_ohCT5PleqV0g_t8TGVvY4rbsUDBPeRZBhg-AE-Rwjmorp-iGgvvtOYsydOkAfszgmh3llYEndZpgavnKCkLLATPTr_Vt58OWrmE/s1600-h/IMG00331.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191766267996050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0NaeODnLTCCBwzVw2HhTRyJWPMd59lQTAoM8_o7_ohCT5PleqV0g_t8TGVvY4rbsUDBPeRZBhg-AE-Rwjmorp-iGgvvtOYsydOkAfszgmh3llYEndZpgavnKCkLLATPTr_Vt58OWrmE/s400/IMG00331.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-53537771143337062292009-02-02T21:02:00.000-08:002009-02-02T21:11:06.032-08:00a new hobby...<div><div>someday, maybe I will be famous??</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434224044315170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMaOVoX5c1WU_ytAdXHGzBWLrRXTXebwyEXFMLvn1MbPVaT2UmFuI78IPQHYoNKLRCQe3McTVucw7hV2vpVwpuh7reHVsN07iBRHAkn2uHGgSa6BtHfmwBI_8ebBKvT73Y4VoF3vjNiw/s400/pano1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-66662376895890102502009-01-28T19:39:00.000-08:002009-01-29T00:58:17.064-08:00it's not a mommy blog...~<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAj8yFNVGm6bw5hTQt0ImOCUPspt38iMjFv0jO28mSlndzsRwJ_Ehj79PSnQTliIJcEWvNizZtfRhu4hAU5zPC-88v6QqzMO3y8-My2QPZD6vN6fwXFQivQD37c_8xjF6b69psozg7K0/s1600-h/memoriesmade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296602339262251762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAj8yFNVGm6bw5hTQt0ImOCUPspt38iMjFv0jO28mSlndzsRwJ_Ehj79PSnQTliIJcEWvNizZtfRhu4hAU5zPC-88v6QqzMO3y8-My2QPZD6vN6fwXFQivQD37c_8xjF6b69psozg7K0/s400/memoriesmade.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div>I am taking a break this week from "Wordless Wednesday" to try something new. The other day I realized that this blog was quickly becoming a "mommy blog" which is not a bad thing if that had been my original intention. It's not...</div><br /><br /><div>It is easy for me to find inspiration and story there. To recap a day or take a beautiful picture. It is comfortable and safe. Of course, any of you who know the REAL me, the dreamer, the traveler, the risk taker, know that "Comfortable and Safe" have never been aspirations of mine. </div><br /><br /><div>So, what is my intention for this blog? I want it to be a place that reminds me of where I have been and where I am going. A space to file inspiration. Time carved out to recreate the things I miss about myself. Things like this...</div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296576342770460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8u0fIwzBtWruGacxKoAkqHzjq58ioVB87PoJSZjpqnWG9k58CeS8waru6LecGY-aCxeqBDAJYkEupQ4dcjde-UyZu_1mJK83cA2f6IylYi169ixgLEDyanwNykkVamTdEzxqhkR2r-7s/s400/edenchurch.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIzUXqsEYhib2Q5Tq3KXYiICjmcR5rWyvNv8-lSOBLDCHwUbhvwo2AF7sgpBkftx0pmnhcHfcODcwmzECbm-j8FwJVUhS__tWQca04kMMhUw-j4mBk48K2vGTPZm8imRAsbBXccqcRiY/s1600-h/Farsonmercantile.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-187ldyF0T1rlFbEMTUDff2Eu_cU0Fpk5FwFJNo2158xSnOxodWP81dqUZtj5tAFE1-e2LcdE-ogYVh-PAGSzeJpEIYimQ42c9DyC6mUrBzPUJY3YOmFHlYzFijqTapvbRAaQ9HkSqMw/s1600-h/Mens+Ice+Fishing+Trip+046.JPG"></a>One of the most vivid memories of my childhood is of this little church in Eden, Wyoming on a Sunday morning when my Daddy was the fill in pastor. We would get up at the crack <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ey2N2tq3qpS8xbAQbjyKoBgwbIxykCjRwSE2rjMebYOtGtdQjKk4aaVXVmmChLEzgBiPwRUN-okpkHChuWVYTESRyYJYmxy325J9RuDyxzFCQqMge6H-fsikaRK9zfJ_KTE8fMlCPds/s1600-h/farsonmerc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296635568878137362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ey2N2tq3qpS8xbAQbjyKoBgwbIxykCjRwSE2rjMebYOtGtdQjKk4aaVXVmmChLEzgBiPwRUN-okpkHChuWVYTESRyYJYmxy325J9RuDyxzFCQqMge6H-fsikaRK9zfJ_KTE8fMlCPds/s200/farsonmerc.jpg" border="0" /></a>of dawn and drive snowy roads so that he could open it up and get ready for the days services. The smell of the damp logs and dirt, the old hymnals and the hard wooden pews. And it was drafty... I can't decide which part of the memory I love most, the feeling that we were being transported right into the pioneer days or the ice cream in <a href="http://www.wyomingtourism.org/cms/d/farson.php">Farson Mercantile</a> afterward... these days inspired my faith in God in such a simple and profound way that I have never stopped pursuing Him.</div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEQzwgm9MCOHw9JbRweDgzmnBVHykooelsVCgkoz54Zht9RJvKAbE4uHvzWOgCbiHePrmVklwUjAlvrYeFzK_PQrLpMZImmCkvBHR_FirVDUvQWgpSIFSKwhGp30wPubsG0I_JKUbKNE/s1600-h/thb-bondurantview4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296613054774917234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEQzwgm9MCOHw9JbRweDgzmnBVHykooelsVCgkoz54Zht9RJvKAbE4uHvzWOgCbiHePrmVklwUjAlvrYeFzK_PQrLpMZImmCkvBHR_FirVDUvQWgpSIFSKwhGp30wPubsG0I_JKUbKNE/s200/thb-bondurantview4.jpg" border="0" /></a>I have always loved the mountains. I am pretty sure this love was not present at birth because I was born in the <a href="http://www.visityuma.com/">Arizona desert</a>. It grew over time...but one particular summer is etched in my mind. Daddy worked in a coal mine and his schedule was insane. Day shift, night shift, swing shift... for 20+ years, whatever The Man asked my Dad to do, he pretty much did. And he NEVER took a sick day, EVER. My Mama stayed home so whenever my Dad's "weekend" was we would head to the mountains to go camping. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnINfXt57EqOmpjHKEiwL0lwGR90HdPR2_5Po8MAxIl9PnT73QbOStKCrwwfq3Cdk9IVZ6tGBb4qx3G4pY8TZ6Pq0BTGAVkuJHigqFIreX2_9oleF85Dire-N0Pu7gETWQuw_pxiy2hw/s1600-h/thb-hobackriver.jpg"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnINfXt57EqOmpjHKEiwL0lwGR90HdPR2_5Po8MAxIl9PnT73QbOStKCrwwfq3Cdk9IVZ6tGBb4qx3G4pY8TZ6Pq0BTGAVkuJHigqFIreX2_9oleF85Dire-N0Pu7gETWQuw_pxiy2hw/s1600-h/thb-hobackriver.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624895203293538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnINfXt57EqOmpjHKEiwL0lwGR90HdPR2_5Po8MAxIl9PnT73QbOStKCrwwfq3Cdk9IVZ6tGBb4qx3G4pY8TZ6Pq0BTGAVkuJHigqFIreX2_9oleF85Dire-N0Pu7gETWQuw_pxiy2hw/s400/thb-hobackriver.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Our favorite place was <a href="http://www.sublette.com/community/bondurantpage.htm">Bondurant, Wyoming</a> and this is a picture of our mountains. We camped for the entire summer it seemed, coming home only long enough for my Mama to do laundry, grocery shop, and pack it all up again. I think back on all the hikes and early morning fishing just me and my Dad. Coming back to camp where my sister and my Mom were fixing breakfast (biscuts and gravy or corned beef hash) and it is no wonder that I live in Montana and my sister is one of the best cooks on the planet. I want this for my family too. I want the adventure and the smell of a fresh caught fish cooking on the fire. And I think we are off to a good start!<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDk50aTHgy9zCSyKDin_zxpXKW55Qj5GTwu68hVe_iGx2aY0mGFig9Y1LGpae5uAB7Ou7ajrHiiayoK8CbcNyKXD7StJOPuwY0RMg8gzQxSFJcVLdk47Yz5f39TeOwUdyMe2Y3JrnWwms/s1600-h/IMG00065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624893304812914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDk50aTHgy9zCSyKDin_zxpXKW55Qj5GTwu68hVe_iGx2aY0mGFig9Y1LGpae5uAB7Ou7ajrHiiayoK8CbcNyKXD7StJOPuwY0RMg8gzQxSFJcVLdk47Yz5f39TeOwUdyMe2Y3JrnWwms/s400/IMG00065.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPkBUNewWlh36fuUdHGch0kgu69mdHfAeobZyq5wwhsOXxwHpVWVBn0kKmBhNsYLRXvCpqOaiazVvjaZNBFrb0efiQl42GJRwrzo6cl3hS4gPXHq2F2vMLY5ComwlEl8_Jt6II5eVPmo/s1600-h/IMG00063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296625444882537954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPkBUNewWlh36fuUdHGch0kgu69mdHfAeobZyq5wwhsOXxwHpVWVBn0kKmBhNsYLRXvCpqOaiazVvjaZNBFrb0efiQl42GJRwrzo6cl3hS4gPXHq2F2vMLY5ComwlEl8_Jt6II5eVPmo/s400/IMG00063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-22597574412801230402009-01-26T22:18:00.000-08:002009-01-26T22:37:48.672-08:00it won't be long...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KnP2YXTz5NNcK9aLVlMemynEPwXG4mucMyj4yHh_hN3fUoE482Ekw3nMTw6lEXKEYKRMeZE1iM9tyCafOmULbBXSUcYHYPeI0Bo7FkpMaM1qFEIXPVid2wC8zZ6M-gyhtL0iPpE2YLo/s1600-h/picturebooksinwinter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295854268652103250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KnP2YXTz5NNcK9aLVlMemynEPwXG4mucMyj4yHh_hN3fUoE482Ekw3nMTw6lEXKEYKRMeZE1iM9tyCafOmULbBXSUcYHYPeI0Bo7FkpMaM1qFEIXPVid2wC8zZ6M-gyhtL0iPpE2YLo/s320/picturebooksinwinter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Tonight my girl was snuggled up to me, my boy laying with his daddy and I was reading <em><a href="http://www.littlehouseontheprairie.com/">"little house on the prairie". </a></em>They were snuggled under their covers looking so cute, breathing deeper and deeper with every word.<br /><br />And it hit me... it won't be long before I will miss this... I almost miss it already.<br /><br />I know this because just yesterday I was snuggled under the covers of my mama's bed, on a cold winter night reading <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_the_Red_Fern_Grows"><em>"where the red fern grows".</em> </a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>And I miss it...</em></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">~</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-46573194423655155972009-01-23T21:44:00.000-08:002009-01-23T23:14:55.435-08:00the project...A few months ago I had this awesome idea that it would be nice to have the kids toys in the main living area. This idea first came to my mind because the kids share a room and it is kind of crowded in there...and it isn't fun in there. Second of all. They would never play in there. They just kept bringing toys out to the living room. So I thought, hey, why not just make a cozy little play space in the living room and there was a perfect spot in the entry behind the couch... see:<br /><div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hTOAXhGqNh5KsIek7gPOy134G8vA9dxS_Y6vxsA7dsqJ4ME373-v1sWOHcuzlPg4z5JNbIQLM5Js-Gvffk9BUnX43SDSevwBCU2EkyWtRgCJewxEsGZ1svmScYv7NfD1bi6qJAWjpkE/s1600-h/playroom+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294736391429177938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6hTOAXhGqNh5KsIek7gPOy134G8vA9dxS_Y6vxsA7dsqJ4ME373-v1sWOHcuzlPg4z5JNbIQLM5Js-Gvffk9BUnX43SDSevwBCU2EkyWtRgCJewxEsGZ1svmScYv7NfD1bi6qJAWjpkE/s320/playroom+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6XTcE0ra83gAc4aBBx2SHZkjuCp1YOGvz1LJg4nVI4h_5C7d5u52GGxCZpUwOCIiSOSfh99YjIXBX-GD0-Mesg5NHP1PoB-gnhZdBdtG5qsmnixmUWBGqzAYZB7h5aTUUCtqbYSF-g0/s1600-h/playroom+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294736584022260882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6XTcE0ra83gAc4aBBx2SHZkjuCp1YOGvz1LJg4nVI4h_5C7d5u52GGxCZpUwOCIiSOSfh99YjIXBX-GD0-Mesg5NHP1PoB-gnhZdBdtG5qsmnixmUWBGqzAYZB7h5aTUUCtqbYSF-g0/s320/playroom+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This plan worked for a while. That is, until I realized that I was cleaning up toys ALL DAY LONG...<br /></div><br /><div>Lately I have been going CRAZY with my crazy 2 year old and the fact that he is, how did my sister-in-law put it? </div><br /><div><a href="http://seibelblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-miss-personality.html">"Determ</a><a href="http://seibelblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-miss-personality.html">ined, independent and 2 years old"</a>. And... he LOVES to make messes. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The other day Tod came home and it looked like a tornado had spun through every inch of our house... and I thought to myself, </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><blockquote><br /><p>"A Tornado DID spin through every inch of our house... the <a href="http://www.nws.noaa.gov/">National Weather Service</a> named that storm MADDOX."<br /></p></blockquote></div><br /><div>So, Tod, in the most fatherly voice he could muster, instructed Maddox to start picking up the massive amounts of LEGOS that were strewn across the dining room floor. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Just then it happened... Maddox looked up at his Dad with a totally serious look on his face, raised his little hand in the air and said,<br /><blockquote>"No Dada, Mama clean, see...(pointing to me in the kitchen) Mama clean okay?" </blockquote><br /></div><br /><div>Wow... I get it. And, apparently HE gets it too. So, right then and there I decided that my world would no longer be over run with toys and messes if I could help it...<br /></div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJsceyRFexKt2MC-z4BNen86Qat8ByzctyRR3oHeIojRivIm6tat89TfS4p2pgZYtVIESVrF61cGNQJ92WYn4dNjMJSMZED4q9TnZ2W-0wl8cDVduizfnFxPlALW9xj5QGhNuzNIiOQ8/s1600-h/playroom+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294750488587464242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJsceyRFexKt2MC-z4BNen86Qat8ByzctyRR3oHeIojRivIm6tat89TfS4p2pgZYtVIESVrF61cGNQJ92WYn4dNjMJSMZED4q9TnZ2W-0wl8cDVduizfnFxPlALW9xj5QGhNuzNIiOQ8/s320/playroom+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>See, since we have lived in this beautiful little house I have neglected the upstairs room. You know how it is when you move in to a new place. You get all unpacked but always, there are a few boxes lingering that get stored in the basement, garage, wherever. Well our "wherever" was up in the attic. I always thought it was unfortunate because it is a pretty cute space but I just wasn't motivated... until now.</div><div> </div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-Jvx84KtJR-ZtKG2h6It5crfX9I3a_O84LE_rTAYVwVddPLzU1lruOPFlPnsTjwqJdVWijAPJczOPOjGXnmrE-FdubcqzaFnZJ6eTY68mkwybWI4YX-4ZSHWTFR1kPXY0bwNmWpKXgc/s1600-h/playroom+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294741142089355794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-Jvx84KtJR-ZtKG2h6It5crfX9I3a_O84LE_rTAYVwVddPLzU1lruOPFlPnsTjwqJdVWijAPJczOPOjGXnmrE-FdubcqzaFnZJ6eTY68mkwybWI4YX-4ZSHWTFR1kPXY0bwNmWpKXgc/s320/playroom+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPz6hu85QCtpKwVcUluSa-eAuks-VlQcQFTWJ5V7m8S1209-8W6KZ360jcbdx65V0Hf9F_P5XGk8D9IDcioeAS22GqsfHNaTv5ivklL1G7AY54N2F5nb4TMUFzhk5uHLuEh6KgxLa8mM/s1600-h/playroom+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294742167406049746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPz6hu85QCtpKwVcUluSa-eAuks-VlQcQFTWJ5V7m8S1209-8W6KZ360jcbdx65V0Hf9F_P5XGk8D9IDcioeAS22GqsfHNaTv5ivklL1G7AY54N2F5nb4TMUFzhk5uHLuEh6KgxLa8mM/s320/playroom+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><em><a href="http://ourdaystory.blogspot.com/">Thank you Chris</a>!!! You got me through the overwhelming part</em></strong></span></div><div><br /> </div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>And They Have Not Stopped Playing Since!!!</strong></span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(And there is not one lego on my living room floor!)<br /></span></em></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294744328560079874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3ZPgHpTO5wAEMLYfSXOTag5moO82HLfaeoWTjS4ehXG5vR8iY6-gx58YbTn-vpyDdKeSomJfJ4hZHzV3PPV1M_u-quIruvv5orJCCFFFJTSkPa1bnsvCfCuuwS0CEqAMHeXEVPK8JU4/s400/playroom+022.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294744778746273698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LBU2KKqFOVq4xp-PNL_oiXi8a4er6Wm_YAn6yXs8TL6vmxv3bhvDFDlPKGeRfdE_UVVNEwCpS9coBSA-7oVSczSowc1ggEqtaFvw_jsoWjdKrjHShbHPISaTV6GzZtmhgozWsLyvjjg/s400/playroom+013.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294745230439605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aznqaRR29jFfpcoIOk7h6MNKhRrXWQVGWUmakJC6eDKWCCxHi0bJ8cSNdm0dxADdRU81FKM0tq7KNiVg8m46N22BRrkajisnw8gjZPN8ZvxNm1I14Jf2c1A10jOoSzBDvI0zZsP6E9g/s400/playroom+016.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294754285809821042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7Ad9AqZX38GudSedlvLyEjc7bVfHh-xXTfCXnG7EO2eJw8FxyEemRb3aE6b7q1RBWtGeAvoTLcPOIc5qUEJR868tL2gV-8Xx3-lVPjM3-ocY8SXZw6kG9ZTvzPbYppjQLMw3mwpX-pc/s400/playroom+014.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294749106991620306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdBpBFmpNJYEKZ5eLDLfmIYLqgQm0AAwl7zkMRoB4m1JCosY7CmTB7EkChSl6BrPrTEhJKVfsXWe_JUxUfRxNye4-3BCtOqGzOz7UBinvMJvNJA70mF8ZzxSZHEkidYiUdFtH3jknwZ0/s400/sewingcorner.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294749503073350946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9q8QbmXpvzwhYd4QlWT3S8Z9Eo28PRTaamM9Qav0iwUZ9rIlvxGBrerBFCau3CBj5-TtsrB-m16xwX1ApqWaOE5vMlSILOXlG6jaoxQdDRfDGofAAKWTZSf2xudlulXXmgyWnhslz5g/s400/playroom+024.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Enough Said!!!</em></strong></span></p>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-17979439148051838892009-01-21T22:16:00.000-08:002009-01-21T22:26:37.916-08:00a beautiful life...~<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAMsLtcehxll5lMN8dA2IWDpj8E6T9Qq9NdJc3fvHJBy7tVsUTZep5k0eYAfSCOO4fvep-CNC8Vw6V8la_bZHZMsxETgBKxqRH-dWrxLLu8CXCR_hXTdByx6CH3Uh6trR8lSaF1FNDxY/s1600-h/wordlesswed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294000340157115938" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ODD__dsqAP8bN_7sVtqr93oSil-qUmu8MVG3tty-o5e5YAk0-2c6C9lnRL6xmUyRbECnXgXuMBzmkT4yQrB1q-LB1mlvArKhqNtiG1wNLZPX7ohkLzxuGuJtb4taoyalURaKpmjlIdo/s400/chessfamily.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong><em>"The middle game, where the struggle is really fought, </em></strong><strong><em>will take </em></strong><strong><em>a variable number of moves, and will be named so </em></strong><strong><em>until </em><em>the </em></strong><strong><em>certainty of mate for one of the two players is ninety percent."</em></strong><br /></div><div align="left"><em>Madame Flash, Je gagne aux éches, Marabout-Flash 1963 </em><br /><br /></div><div align="left">I am mother to two children who are unbearably smart. I mean, I thought these little creatures would stay dumb longer. You know. Like cute little mini-me's running around... no real opinions, no preferences to this or that, just cute little people who like their Mommy most.</div><br /><div align="left">Boy was I wrong?! I have a new theory that humans start out REALLY smart and get dumber as the years pass. Which would explain why Maddox can figure out how to spray shaving cream all over the bathroom but I can't figure out how to put it away when I use it. Or why Maisie has mastered the art of persuasion so well that I find myself sharing a bowl of ice cream with her for breakfast.<br /></div><div align="center">Yep, I am in trouble... already!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293277875659160498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7IbZHJ1xCbkBaUBTgPIpoMeRlgTepFbvNIpt74h45g0__sO_4LJ01ajo6C4GaGrjjag57R_vjHWayWgiDpRiWZtVuVl_dOu1RUBKb-MWJGPXGurqH_Mp8ypubn6xH80b4GFoIHHnF_TQ/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-70614364599794934212009-01-14T22:18:00.000-08:002009-01-14T23:35:17.807-08:00adventure in the frozen swamp...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyAALVbV15d3KGROpfpHiRsjoolpr96uGJccOAd9W8coPOgo6IyOj-oZz4fX-Uv2YTiPbPU5Cudrt7RWTnilkDZUmUvU4MhYk_ZAsFkAmdBnoVGjNOfSKuAVLVlDew0nGc_9M11uxU8M/s1600-h/wordlesswed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291420383655100162" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdJRmWmiOJEyBaBcikuLgc1E0BCFSJ6GAnK2juP7Fy5I69VwlwUqBFIlzHun9g4rMfGAe70HP0fSkef3zVWPchIQJE1YoWU860TIyE7DqYBKjGwDj7kBGdKfUhVYHnfu2PApFh3wWREs/s400/jandays+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291405120176709762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWCXhb1d-vnDLjxMgq6Xv2gCs-yU8xw46ENFbkngQ6CadjJp8pKB6_KqXlZ4JVUz8Laul46kLnD56_iNuGoDMwntuT1YWrUYV512-C3Qq00qhEZlei1tWc_nHh9R3Cdbzjp9j65CjqNs/s400/jandays+019.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291405968512830098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtsZ-zbhJlMptuClAhplvNdG9Bkwji6NZ8d0KoFcYxc0Zb4PT69gqcCM4t1_1MDCW5JWlINBdCKpLlxunWC0v4bnf8DEBEIqvrcv_W6t8b8zspAl1MSEuxc1Te6adUXRFWsvLnxYS-0A/s400/jandays+017.JPG" border="0" /> <div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291405974697529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX-n18arOzRGuVuXhgWPR6wcR2Y7L87by7Yu_HeMP8EH9dCROHXVqubD-gYianow15rWbyXrjqccIgKHUvgZHJXibP9TmViggcHRsdjqalQtkQhXvRJvDgbDXcriuY0Pmx7qBdJN39Es/s400/jandays+018.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-84016767342217570792009-01-12T21:25:00.001-08:002009-01-12T23:16:02.884-08:00ooops...she did it again?!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtItXX-Leuc9GT6z9jSco0pX7GTqJ5RfvO5LnXQkP6VbFU8-Tre9aWVkQISmyr2_E7HimM7objo-z_HtJ__9Cphj0oigh7tNL-rL5JKmssszlyNML6on_FnDhLpECeoBDIUxZoqqaJhM/s1600-h/Dec08+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290646559809265458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDtItXX-Leuc9GT6z9jSco0pX7GTqJ5RfvO5LnXQkP6VbFU8-Tre9aWVkQISmyr2_E7HimM7objo-z_HtJ__9Cphj0oigh7tNL-rL5JKmssszlyNML6on_FnDhLpECeoBDIUxZoqqaJhM/s400/Dec08+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgEdk7jKKJg6Ukgmm3fqUnnX8S17lKiP-f5I9SrTKQ6bQRMJ5alaagfkElUZlHV9JXr3bxUS6FdepvIwEDIMO6PZdch7JI4SbKuJNe6KVAsvgMVJZg3-li7cev7S1Q2XYgMoKoMnXzXs/s1600-h/walkwithpapa+080.JPG"></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">My sweet lovely Mai...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">So the other day I am combing her hair. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">And until this day, she and I have had an agreement... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"><em>"if you want long hair, you have to let me comb it </em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;"><em>without crying."</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I absolutely hate fighting with my 6 year old about her hair. So, I'd say, if you are going to cry, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">then we must need to cut it. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">That was my manipulation and I was sticking to it.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><em><strong>Until my sweet Maisie informed me there has been a change of plan... it went something like this:</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"></span></em></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647550794084578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgXdjOUTn-ZXA2I-yuKSYA_VaJnxgqxu8U3WizDgb0U189Wp_cgfB-Np1hyphenhyphenCyY-tz4b0PTODranwPQCZBP57LR8oHtKNcm4B3gahSTnV7lZxY6Nfi9sW1DMQPYerY4nVg49D2SIQZiaE/s400/Dec08+013.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Mai: "Mama," eyes welling up, "I know what you are going to say." </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">she said with more drama than Kate Winslet in Titanic...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Me: "Well, Mai... you know the rule. And you look cute with short hair..." </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">trying to remain firm but positive.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mai: "But Mama, I need to tell you something. There is a new plan..." </span></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">so confident and sure...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Me: "Oh, there is???" </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">now I am really intrigued...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Mai: "Yes... you can't cut my hair. <em>Even</em> if I cry." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Me: "Why is that honey?" </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">no longer combing but wondering...wondering...</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Mai: "Because," she said, lip quivering, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">"</span></strong><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I am growing my hair for CANCER?!</span></strong></em><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">"</span></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>I LOVE THIS GIRL!!!</em></span></strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290650975316756370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJY0RmsdmInV_rlpq2BpaXRd4VnKU-QK6YKXLRWqT9vCUJXjdTpNl1PBQrE7sNsVn_yYdDDTHGzFRjTpfLa3HYv4-fUaC4BoxNoEgAsSGNtu16BHJJQJ4ifkIG60Qk49JN1EUmWkedueQ/s400/Dec08+007.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><div align="center"></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-48782254267902550522009-01-11T21:45:00.000-08:002009-01-11T23:52:34.873-08:00i am a real montana woman... or so says my dad!<div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uvsk6PQUXnA8C3CsfyvXySZQa8VLKc3WH_ZwRmB4BluVObBZgGJmHBa4oOA1Xy1inFaIRH2uaka47trOFWm0mxoDuwTxRHRRmBfSr1PFDrVB4VFBHYSTFcMu-H5nDDfLI-GV6wOqdkg/s1600-h/ice+fishing+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290279803568196626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uvsk6PQUXnA8C3CsfyvXySZQa8VLKc3WH_ZwRmB4BluVObBZgGJmHBa4oOA1Xy1inFaIRH2uaka47trOFWm0mxoDuwTxRHRRmBfSr1PFDrVB4VFBHYSTFcMu-H5nDDfLI-GV6wOqdkg/s400/ice+fishing+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yesterday I became a REAL Montana woman. I went ice fishing. Okay, so I went to watch Tod ice fish. And... while he went up at 4 am... I didn't leave the house until about 11 am. </div><div></div><br /><div>When I called to let him know I was leaving he miserably (as only a man scorned could) informed me that they hadn't caught a single fish...something was wrong with "the fish" according to his friend. Those fisherman... I tell ya!</div><br /><div>Maybe they needed more poles in the water?</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290285765344841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtnxRmF3SEZVeNShL_ttCGcC_JB91510nrYb15rpGUzttJx2MUV1CVylhVydb_DnNBulxcsGAJ2JjMxhKTpEQVKvB4RGwu6SXsR_X6560xnVDnH1aJkFSovTJDU_D-HPkdUQs0lxQoXXg/s400/howmanypoles.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Oh, hey... look I forgot to lable one. Okay, that makes 10! </div><div><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>And, well little boys apparently learn young how to master the </strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>"scorned fisherman" face.</strong></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290311470895306754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMas0vlPcmNegmonoYpMH6_tiijGf6YpMuDYNlDkPXIFGnNMHuRaN7QcNe-nyy7TJa8EZNp8BnpcTmnYp-PwZwy-wBzDcRXzQrplwNEEkyTpE7Feq1k80DSup_89f21ZPmQoYx0S09xeY/s400/ice+fishing+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Shortly after this picture, Maddox gave up and went to his happy place... thank you Papa for passing on the joy of tractors!!</div><div> </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6KfEMUbu-HnQ1jtTgHpPaUlLSTgKT8JR3_jwVrP4WcDnwAuQcgzSEF__2_755lB0YKjUBbhl-EBH4qhMFvyfIGw-9Y3dT-bDymyjW78Acd1k88hQE81O9d5ix293SxxuSrrSQFDG_eU/s1600-h/ice+fishing+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290287605110804642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6KfEMUbu-HnQ1jtTgHpPaUlLSTgKT8JR3_jwVrP4WcDnwAuQcgzSEF__2_755lB0YKjUBbhl-EBH4qhMFvyfIGw-9Y3dT-bDymyjW78Acd1k88hQE81O9d5ix293SxxuSrrSQFDG_eU/s200/ice+fishing+008.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290288243732108322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQyS2F2z96WRY1gSc0FSvndVWRC-0p_SUT_qsDV_peTLsNFzKkhEisVSMBS8_VF7EYY50ps-0oAAMu-tdRTNOQgzTzPpVit-dKeAlwYxkyZEWqU_Tph0Yy_ytOgJx2yLXnIQvShTnShw/s200/ice+fishing+009.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwSi7sOESmR62hKKFeGvXzeWy3GYsa81-Wz_iWD0llt0qbQpnDIdESO7BTquytdUdhEzTo3vIkJOKRZGZ3guak0Ng1oxA3O5m_fMhWJ-4-2zddkJCMj-zhL9fR7OIJKZH_bg7JHsz5L0/s1600-h/ice+fishing+018.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290310628135541986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprwbkGWFW-DtNrKMFOlH4U5CK4UdXOOk5rSOCc7n5tvnuDJ4qlKtbs_h0QktuwkSX7oqGu577baFUaM-hBKNaiSUXv3ptYsjN056MWbSLtYZTXdGah3_n31QWONp_zZ-KtNjEz6NCNag/s320/ice+fishing+018.JPG" border="0" />Maisie had a great time learning to ice skate on her new skates!!! For $2 bucks at the thrift store. These beauties almost beat out the bargain of 2008 - but not quite... I got Maddox a little pair of Sorrels for $1.00. YEP!!! I love the little ladies at New To You our local thrift store. They sell everything for a buck and donate it all to charity while chit-chatting over coffee and snacks 2 days a week. It is <em>almost</em> <a href="http://www.quiltsinmontana.com/">the best place in Deer Lodge</a>. </div><br /><div>Back to skating. She loved it and except for a few squabbles with her friend Emily about unsolicited advice (she is VERY much like her parents that way... competitive and stubborn. Poor baby, her fate was sealed the day she was born the first born of 2 first borns.) Once the girls agreed to skate at their own pace and just have fun... they did.</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2Q10PRcSyBMEc-Dcvv8b73gwzMgMkUC1iZkdO4VvzvCE5WsWRDeDgQKnzQmw7601k_mlzTJ9P_OqQFIEMC0Ke4CH00VfYdhSRcbJLsRnyUgTkKogxkEsyLVw9jS_HGrE2W_ubxHR_YU/s1600-h/ice+fishing+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290301842983537282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2Q10PRcSyBMEc-Dcvv8b73gwzMgMkUC1iZkdO4VvzvCE5WsWRDeDgQKnzQmw7601k_mlzTJ9P_OqQFIEMC0Ke4CH00VfYdhSRcbJLsRnyUgTkKogxkEsyLVw9jS_HGrE2W_ubxHR_YU/s200/ice+fishing+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvXXfpuPAW5acGhK8DzCHejWsU7GhByRvg_FR9d8txabbKwDyccA-vCXqxBZ3iKmLuoMOrLjLfT5N0E8x51DKTvKwlZLAe0LY4wKVoEq5NNhaYT9S94XNk4pzxra4d7hiT5GoyexA6bs/s1600-h/maisnowangel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290302564302492146" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvXXfpuPAW5acGhK8DzCHejWsU7GhByRvg_FR9d8txabbKwDyccA-vCXqxBZ3iKmLuoMOrLjLfT5N0E8x51DKTvKwlZLAe0LY4wKVoEq5NNhaYT9S94XNk4pzxra4d7hiT5GoyexA6bs/s200/maisnowangel.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWQg9UyX-U6dlVnL-xmOtpDrHfxVVUNCxgd8BeCDt_QOABhtJJww-TuA3NNaQnoQ0w6pOtcAvCFJHu15YT8C6irsXh-txJZcjzDpSsUk3Ndex2DVjauG85L53U6WpV5-44WMWw-Qnn1k/s1600-h/maddoxsnowangel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290303179649552914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWQg9UyX-U6dlVnL-xmOtpDrHfxVVUNCxgd8BeCDt_QOABhtJJww-TuA3NNaQnoQ0w6pOtcAvCFJHu15YT8C6irsXh-txJZcjzDpSsUk3Ndex2DVjauG85L53U6WpV5-44WMWw-Qnn1k/s200/maddoxsnowangel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">It was the most beautiful day!</span></em> One last picture for you Mama...</span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290301550064545266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Nq96jUkKxgLL-VpCXeHYqq3TXD7OKwRubjaMynVfMqLuNhG-itfaYa0HDqyBrmUsneRcr8WjalNKSfxFE3lYmoJQMUvK-bvGOfgfVy3g4KyTOBuil8zCQzXGG-Q6ejbGHQfMxwhSnOA/s400/oneandahalf.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-732399469165002652009-01-09T20:36:00.000-08:002009-01-10T21:31:50.068-08:00my catholic friends will be proud...<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lpQLP_Wfms8OJYUVVYFGW71Lu1QRyS7_8D_jk1Jjw29U62YTT3cYSDlUW1Hbah130o5l43ZBwBeMAp9gB_zJpxxKbjocZMJzNA4DB-SjGUOhIJVOkAPLIUiRjY77R0gLBXxwlwq4GXc/s1600-h/shackedit.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678047848972978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lpQLP_Wfms8OJYUVVYFGW71Lu1QRyS7_8D_jk1Jjw29U62YTT3cYSDlUW1Hbah130o5l43ZBwBeMAp9gB_zJpxxKbjocZMJzNA4DB-SjGUOhIJVOkAPLIUiRjY77R0gLBXxwlwq4GXc/s400/shackedit.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330099;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(This field is 2 blocks from my house... I can't believe this picture was taken only a few weeks ago!)</span></em> </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">This is what it looks like now:</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289689985789108002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cCBUTR2ywiI_oUBehoI257o_4WjZgJLjPywAGw9gZQsVMVwGDb3tPe1BIoNvEMNmXIHHjzFrVC8tq3d0Q6FYRUKpb3nYJHWtbHdglaWY6X2Y2GvL3Fo0cPEQXGyoSAAWTW5cCsEE87M/s400/Dec08Jan09+010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><em><strong>i have a confession to make.</strong></em></span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I have been blogging in my mind for months now. Even taking pictures and thinking about what I would say to the world about our new life. I started designing a new blog in November (I know, I know... NOVEMBER?!@?) This is where the confession part comes in... I have a pathological need for approval from EVERYONE. I won't even open the door for the UPS man because I am afraid he will judge me for the mess of toys strewn across the living room floor. </span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">"shhh, kids...we don't want the UPS man to know we are home." </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">"why mommy?"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">"<strong>because</strong> I said so...now shhhhhhhh!!!!"</span> </em></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiy_vUA9TOlyZjMriI-iDADMw8tpUIXbYwKMa4zWdzArOX2BBFDmak6MozmJvQ7ChA6UKJxaO_kHnonv-VTynmyUFGMUpmBoNRZJGK5Q5NxqQfls0BwJIJFgT9EO0Xwj0to4VSApu1ylg/s1600-h/Dec08Jan09+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289670769909965954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiy_vUA9TOlyZjMriI-iDADMw8tpUIXbYwKMa4zWdzArOX2BBFDmak6MozmJvQ7ChA6UKJxaO_kHnonv-VTynmyUFGMUpmBoNRZJGK5Q5NxqQfls0BwJIJFgT9EO0Xwj0to4VSApu1ylg/s200/Dec08Jan09+026.JPG" border="0" /></a>I can hear my friend <a href="http://emilyrosedesigns.blogspot.com/">Laurie</a> now... </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"><em>"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"</em> (read cute North Dakota accent). </span><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">Nope, SERIOUSLY PATHOLOGICAL. What if people think I am lame? <em><a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/narcissistic-personality-disorder/DS00652">Narcissistic</a></em>? What if I don't spell something right...Shelly and Alexis will think they are <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=smarterer"><em>smarterer</em> </a>than me! I just can't handle that because I am just as <em>smarter</em> as they are... (okay, seriously, the thought just flashed into my mind to tell you all I meant to do that...write smarter...and let you know it was a joke?!) I AM HOPELESS.... </span><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">So, here I am. A full 10 days past my self-imposed deadline. Forcing myself to <a href="http://www.getoveritday.com/">get over it</a>. </span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>FYI>>> you HAVE to check out the "get over it" link...this website is AWESOME!!!</strong></span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Confession #2.</em></strong></span> </span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">I am gun shy. My last blogging experience didn't go so great. I decided to try the blogging thing <a href="http://teamkroon.blogspot.com/">last year</a> when we moved our family from Denver to Montana and I really did have the best intentions of writing witty stories of my precocious girl and posting pictures of our romatic life. But quite frankly, once we got to Missoula I just didn't feel very inspired by our life. We were living in a TINY, 700 sqft apartment with 2 kids and a dog. There was one window that opened to a north facing patio. It was dark. And Cramped. And life was a little stressful. Tod and I were trying very hard to break old habits but we often found ourselves arguing... usually about nothing. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">Some of you might have taken a look at my former blog over the past year only to find that in an entire years time I updated twice. You kept checking back, faithfully (Chris you are a good friend). I promise to do better this time...</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#330099;">That was Missoula...and it was an adventurous year that brought us good friends and a restored marriage - thank you Anthony and Cyndy for forcing me to wean my baby and go to that <a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/c.dnJHKLNnFoG/b.3204559/k.F5BB/Attend_a_conference.htm">marriage conference</a>!</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">Which brings us to our little one stop light town... <a href="http://www.bigskyfishing.com/Montana-Info/city-galleries/deer-lodge-mt.shtm">Deer Lodge, Montana</a>. </span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">(Julie... if you follow this link and go to more pictures you can see our town!! The Old Depot... that is our church. ) </span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhfWjk5d6AKpowVhSkkJ2GWRYd2eMENtZpPvjps3JEU2U3mjbWqGU46EnhBRuVy-klP3p6NFcsK99k8SMH7pCmFQdBKjIG9gL2FDNqc1eQufsx9phSqdr0s2usTnmcNbbAgPjdBHcC4Q/s1600-h/Dec08Jan09+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289679700884809314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhfWjk5d6AKpowVhSkkJ2GWRYd2eMENtZpPvjps3JEU2U3mjbWqGU46EnhBRuVy-klP3p6NFcsK99k8SMH7pCmFQdBKjIG9gL2FDNqc1eQufsx9phSqdr0s2usTnmcNbbAgPjdBHcC4Q/s320/Dec08Jan09+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">It definitely took some getting used to... the closest Barnes & Noble is 85 miles away! There isn't even a Target *gasp!*... the closest one is a 45 minute drive. </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#330099;">The up side is that without all of the distractions we spend alot more time together. I love that we spend our weekends sledding or fishing. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXYi6ttOxqLvO7VsLsTDsIoqqQjVPoWCv3K2XzYo2NY6COAHjlJQI538a4XM2JX39BD4FawuIc3w4CuvKhOo3Zw2vVxMUijoRs6IHbERnS6WPCfTpWDzyXSsNRlS0Hy16YijqIwt05Bs/s1600-h/daddypullingus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289690803829417202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXYi6ttOxqLvO7VsLsTDsIoqqQjVPoWCv3K2XzYo2NY6COAHjlJQI538a4XM2JX39BD4FawuIc3w4CuvKhOo3Zw2vVxMUijoRs6IHbERnS6WPCfTpWDzyXSsNRlS0Hy16YijqIwt05Bs/s200/daddypullingus.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGubLGVenJI2GdL9XhzXEey-iC2F1AkGYLbE3pcR7sSAZJPhi3kK_fc6dek0dkC6zE7iItvRdvLuvSvOC-Pph1VgTFw9AafVwZ0FYHqBZKc2oZILqH6YIuWAA53ZRJC-tzDX5oa1k7S0Y/s1600-h/Dec08Jan09+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289680331976446562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGubLGVenJI2GdL9XhzXEey-iC2F1AkGYLbE3pcR7sSAZJPhi3kK_fc6dek0dkC6zE7iItvRdvLuvSvOC-Pph1VgTFw9AafVwZ0FYHqBZKc2oZILqH6YIuWAA53ZRJC-tzDX5oa1k7S0Y/s200/Dec08Jan09+018.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289680621737630178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCabALcJcNCgtqTAdDcNTG9QdeLnkxxJg6NkuBZ5mCQPtaptgYLBr1S1QiUYHUWnKV0d1utbUdP7cwrOGNFBJGlRzU_RUz8suM9Wguq0EOIpki4W-Lf9nya7iOdh-apBYCo9YYlue5o2w/s200/Dec08Jan09+025.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAQpdqWzlg_F1QA_39vfEZk5t1Lzn2xINJHx6rZ_rxsiaRxWU9c6ZGuE7qDu_QMOnYkq1YIkipR5rHOCVPP0w135zBbZFYtVtMSZE0fjL6vZzzzrqHwWYtlYrUXLP8dVhOxiT8_bRMm8/s1600-h/deer-lodge-depot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683138260986114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAQpdqWzlg_F1QA_39vfEZk5t1Lzn2xINJHx6rZ_rxsiaRxWU9c6ZGuE7qDu_QMOnYkq1YIkipR5rHOCVPP0w135zBbZFYtVtMSZE0fjL6vZzzzrqHwWYtlYrUXLP8dVhOxiT8_bRMm8/s320/deer-lodge-depot.jpg" border="0" /></a>I love that Tod is home by 5:03 every day. I love that while our historical, <a href="http://www.deerlodgerialto.com/">one screen theatre burned down</a> 2 years ago, most of our friends pop some popcorn and show up for movie night at chuch every friday. </span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">Life is good here... Really Good!</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">I promise the next post will not be such a novel!! More pictures... maybe of our first family ice fishing trip... today! Daddy is already up there (since 4 am... crazy man!) I will be having a leisurely breakfast, with ample coffee and time for the sunshine to warm the air before I follow him up there with the kids. But I am looking forward to it! Mai got her first pair of ice skates this week - 2 bucks at the Rescue Mission Thrift store in Butte!!! So that should be fun...</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;">I will try to post more pictures tonight... </span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div></div></div></div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071443397547327761.post-51624019927370841012008-04-14T14:27:00.000-07:002010-04-07T08:39:52.576-07:00Yearly Post... LOL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FFy2sRF8qZGMFHCp2er4IdXqSwTlQGcOvMl66vWaIh1YcKNfZVNBCBGKXPSqR4wHVDqzRUTcjYE7S2WFXIDxPP4p-1DNn78dQ64a2LRz0gqw6Q3sca28Kjh3RTLP9b_kXKZ6pTeTcQM/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189219644469838978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FFy2sRF8qZGMFHCp2er4IdXqSwTlQGcOvMl66vWaIh1YcKNfZVNBCBGKXPSqR4wHVDqzRUTcjYE7S2WFXIDxPP4p-1DNn78dQ64a2LRz0gqw6Q3sca28Kjh3RTLP9b_kXKZ6pTeTcQM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This post is for Sadie Belle...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Okay so if you scroll down, my last post says we moved here 3 weeks ago. I has actually been 9 months. That has to be a record... 1 post every nine months. Some pictures to get you up to speed... sort of, the last time I uploaded pictures from the camera was about 3 months ago. I am hopeless... LOL!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>KroonFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04873368465830200074noreply@blogger.com0