tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30272462816308480392024-02-07T07:49:32.279-06:00Tales from the Crackle Berry BushCherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-57651623482437150152010-07-08T10:31:00.000-05:002010-07-08T10:31:03.762-05:00I *heart* the 4th of July!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHW0_Sx2o0JkMNABtgWE4SOobkx3dErYAD6jKfdPxl4cwj_te2qESb3sN5JgEhorPdbX5KSz0feTjCk24a6icC1F4pYzJZ0Pe05V1chukvZyrY6HbGnkgTo6EDFhZXKxPxkI-fQNXcLvd/s1600/2010-07-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHW0_Sx2o0JkMNABtgWE4SOobkx3dErYAD6jKfdPxl4cwj_te2qESb3sN5JgEhorPdbX5KSz0feTjCk24a6icC1F4pYzJZ0Pe05V1chukvZyrY6HbGnkgTo6EDFhZXKxPxkI-fQNXcLvd/s400/2010-07-06.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Here's a little snapshot of what we did!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-32691696163554442372010-06-28T20:35:00.000-05:002010-06-28T20:35:50.057-05:00KiddosSo I'm sitting here, goofing off while I'm suppose to be doing my homework, and Mr. CB is getting the kiddos ready for bed. And then I hear this...<br />
"Blue, come back here and give your sister her undies back!"<br />
Followed by Blue running by waving Razz's undies above his head like a surrender flag. Mr. CB got him back in the bathroom to finish getting him jammied up...and then I hear...<br />
"Blue, get your nakey bum back in here!"<br />
Followed by Blue streaking past.<br />
*Sigh* I love my life!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-30184218720105727432010-06-25T19:49:00.000-05:002010-06-25T19:49:01.506-05:00Neglect!Sorry dear blog. I feel so bad for neglecting you so long! Hmm, what has happened...<br />
1.Razz passed swim lessons! Yay, on to level 2! This is great because last year she was too sissy to even stick her head in the water. This year she has started swimming underwater and loving it! Thank goodness, because on the last day of class they took the kids to the deep end in inner tubes and Razz's got away from her. She did exactly what she should have and kept her head above water until the lifeguard could reach her. She was scared and crying, but then she was so proud for doing what she should have in that situation and then jumped back in the water.<br />
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2. Kay and I threw a surprise party for our Mom which ended up not being a surprise thanks to dorky Mr. CB. But it turned out great anyway and Mr. CB feels worse than I do about it so I can't really be mad at him.<br />
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3. School is taking up a ton of my time, but I'm enjoying staining potato cells and am the proud owner of a very crappy microscope.<br />
4. Blue is attached to me more than ever. Sometimes Mr. CB isn't even good enough for him. He cries when I go outside to throw something away. I'm thinking of taking out a restraining order. This is getting ridiculous.<br />
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5. Found a GREAT recipe for whipped icing. I hate frosting, but this is awesome. It helps that Mr. CB gave me a Kitchen Aid for Mother's Day. All I gave him was a gift certificate for a massage.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The Best Whipped Icing Ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
1 8oz brick cream cheese at room temp</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup sugar</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 1/2 tsp vanilla</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 pint (2 cups) heavy whipping cream</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cream together the cream cheese, sugar, and vanilla ocassionaly stopping to scrap the sides of the bowl. On medium speed, add the whipping cream slowly again stopping ocassionaly to scrap the bowl. Once all the cream has been added, whip on medium high until stiff peaks form. Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
This even held up well in a warm room for a couple of hours and didn't melt. I made some the night before I used it and it didn't separate like other whip creams sometimes do.<br />
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7. I made this sweet poodle skirt for Razz to go to a '50s soda shop party. Mr. Blue is a greaser, of course!<br />
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8. I LOVE being a SAHM this summer. Click here to see why!</div><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMQYG-LGJ24&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMQYG-LGJ24&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-49554506942923888422010-06-10T16:37:00.001-05:002010-06-10T16:38:39.581-05:00P to the 3 for Eternity!Last Saturday was a very special day for our family. We celebrated our 6 year family anniversary by walking for my nephew Peter in the Great Strides walk for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. (We also went to Chuck E. Cheese's for the first time ever! I don't know about the kids, but I had so much fun! It is definitely going to be an ongoing tradition!)<br />
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Kay and I sported some fashionable leg wear as we ran around pushing the kids on swings and waiting for the walk to begin.<br />
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As I mentioned, it was our family anniversary. What's that, you ask? Every year we celebrate the day Mr. CB and I were sealed together for Eternity in the <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=7cd3ba12dc825110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">Logan, Utah Temple</a>. In our faith, we believe that families can be together after death through the sealing power of the priesthood in a <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=950e605ff590c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">special Temple ceremony</a>. Often this happens in conjunction with a Temple marriage, but Mr. CB and I had a civil ceremony a year prior. This walk was a great reminder that even though Peter might not be here long on earth, we will be with him again.Since our wedding anniversary was May 30th and our family anniversary is June 5th, we basically have a whole week to celebrate! <br />
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The knowledge that we as a family, and our extended family, all get to be together again is a great comfort, especially since CF is a death sentence for sweet Peter. We are hoping that organizations like the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation will be able to find a cure or create treatments that improve and extend lives of those with CF. Peter may well live into his 50s, but if he doesn't, it will be okay. He will be with us forever, no matter the length of his earthly life. We love you, Peter. We praise our Heavenly Father for the gift of <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&sourceId=61810bbce1d98010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=bbd508f54922d010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">Eternal Life</a>. We testify of <a href="http://lds.org/">the Gospel of Jesus Christ</a>, and the sacrifice that He made to take away not only our sins, but our worries, our pain, and our suffering.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://crackleberry.blogspot.com/search/label/Kid%20Quotes"><img alt="Kid Quotes on Tales from the Crackleberry Bush" src="http://i824.photobucket.com/albums/zz164/marchetbutler/crackleberry/kidquotes_1.gif" /></a></div>Yesterday I had laid down with Blue for his nap. After he was fast asleep, I went downstairs to finish up some housework. A couple hours later Blue woke up crying. I went upstairs to ask him what the matter was. With those big, brown, puppy dog eyes he said, "I lost you!"<br />
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Razz is a super smeller. She can catch a wiff of something miles away, and is always asking "What's that smell?" Not too long ago, I had bought some pear scented deodorant. I stopped wearing it after Mr. CB jumped into the car, took a sniff, and said "What's smells like fruit?" and Razz answered "It must be Momma's armpits!"<br />
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Link up and have fun!<br />
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BUT, I have found something to ease my worries and increase my veggie consumption.... <a href="http://mealsmatter.org/">MealsMatter.org</a>!! They have an interactive menu, recipes, AND shopping list!! My dreams have come true!! I just need to spend a day or so creating a couple weeks worth of meals and lists and I should be set. The site is completely free! I have honestly considered signing up for one of those other meal planning sites for $50 a year, but lo and behold my prayers have been answered! Take a look and tell me what you think!<br />
Adieu! I'm off to the grocery store! (Okay, that's a lie. I'm going to go pick up the kids and take them to see and ambulance and get their faces painted and stuff ourselves with free hot-dogs and juice which is sooo much more exciting than going grocery shopping, but it went so well with the theme of my post that I stuck it in there. I'll go grocery shopping later today...or tomorrow...or when my supply of easy frozen food runs out, which ever comes first!)Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-59468406119167054222010-05-15T22:32:00.000-05:002010-05-15T22:32:40.423-05:00House Cleaning!!Oh, my heavens! I have spent the entire day cleaning and sweeping and toilet training (which added some extra mopping!). I only finished 2 rooms out of the whole house!! But that's okay, the rest will come. I haven't had time to clean this thoroughly since school started last fall. It is so nice to take the day and scrub, but oi do my feet hurt! I still need to fill out the FAFSA forms to finance Mr. CB and mine school for next semester, order my Biology kit for my internet class this summer, order Razz's flower girl dress for my brother's wedding in July, download pictures of my camera, do some more fund-raising for Great Strides, bake something for the pot-luck tommorow after church, and finish the rest of mine and Mr. CB's love story. Hmmm, I should probably go and do some of that stuff now...<br />
See ya!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-64482621972729248952010-05-11T12:13:00.000-05:002010-05-11T12:13:40.729-05:00Blue boySo I let Blue sleep in just his diaper last night. He was so excited to go "nakey". When I woke him up this morning, he was nice and toasty warm in his favorite blanket. He was not, however, happy when I started getting him dressed. He wanted nothing to do with clothes. Blue held his arms down at his sides, clenched his fists and screamed at me. AHHH. Dorky child! Thank goodness he's still so small, or I don't think I would have been able to wrestle his clothes on. Mr. CB just laughed at me. Oh, well. I just won't let Blue go "nakey" unless the weather is warmer and we're staying home!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-76433063491739080042010-05-08T21:51:00.000-05:002010-05-08T21:51:01.823-05:00Fever in the morning, fever all through the night!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNzgbgTYt1sdv57dtSzQUbDNrjrFn4Yg8uMGS8YN7yWtH4jkjOUyWAmi2u0vtDWKtB-8f95FjJ3tQYb1f_6Y25st8O9pinx3_Q298ibfy0YIMeqe5P9MTZTk5Lv-UxXnQg7qv_ydrRjGnf/s1600/DSCN2282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNzgbgTYt1sdv57dtSzQUbDNrjrFn4Yg8uMGS8YN7yWtH4jkjOUyWAmi2u0vtDWKtB-8f95FjJ3tQYb1f_6Y25st8O9pinx3_Q298ibfy0YIMeqe5P9MTZTk5Lv-UxXnQg7qv_ydrRjGnf/s400/DSCN2282.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>( I know this pic is a little fuzzy, but it is 100% Razz. Her personality really pops through)<br />
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Little Miss Razz is sick. They sent her home Thursday from school. She said her throat hurt so bad she couldn't eat lunch. The nurse took her temp and sure enough I got a call. Problem was I was taking a final and had forgotten my phone. So they called Mr. CB, who works at the bookstore on campus. He isn't allowed to answer his phone while he's on the clock, plus he didn't have a chance to check who called, seeing that it was finals week and everyone was returning their books. So they called my Mom. Sweet, sweet Mother of mine. My Dad was out of town with the car, so she walked, WALKED, from her work to Razz's school and picked her up. Then, because she couldn't be gone too long, Mom had Kay come and meet her and walk Razz the rest of the way to their house so Mom could get back quicker. And Kay carried Razz the rest of the way. Oh, how thankful I am that I have people who love my sweet daughter as much as I do!!<br />
Since Kay had had a virus earlier in the week with a sore throat, I just assumed that's what Razz had. She was acting fine, although she continued to run a low grade fever. She ate okay too, so I didn't think it was that bad. Thursday I kept her home and Friday too, she was running around sucking down milkshakes and more than happy to take advantage of the "all the TV you want when your sick" rule. Then Friday night we went out to eat to celebrate the end of the semester. Razz ordered a cheese quesidilla, and when it came she took one bite then started screaming. It took me a while to calm her down. She was so upset she couldn't eat her food. This morning I took her to the doctor (thank goodness my clinic has walk-in hours Saturday morning!). They swabbed her throat and left, letting me know it would take 5-10 minutes for the results. When the doctor came back in 2 minutes I knew it was bad news. STREP!!! First time having it too.<br />
I feel so stupid. Wednesday night she complained of a sore throat. I just thought it was post-nasal drip from her allergies. Thursday I just thought it was a virus because she acted fine and her fever wasn't too high. I didn't even think of taking her in Friday until it was too late and she was screaming at the restaurant. Mr. CB and Dad gave her a blessing that night and she feel asleep quickly. Three days, though! My poor kid had strep for three whole days before I did anything! They should cancel Mother's Day for me tomorrow, I don't deserve it. To make it even more horrible, Wednesday when she first complained I didn't even think to take her temperature. Thursday when she came home I didn't think to check her throat. If I had, I would have known right away to take her in. I mean, for heaven's sake! I'm a nursing student! These are the first things we learned to do! I know what to look for, I can recognize the tale tale redness on her gigantic tonsils! I was so focused on finals I didn't apply what I had learned! What good is an education if I don't use it? Blah! Goodness, gracious. Well, at least I got her in today. I don't even want to know what condition she would have been in if I had waited till Monday.<br />
We'll see how many of us get it. Mr. CB said something about a sore throat, and I can feel my tonsils swelling just talking about it. Serves me right. Thank goodness Dr. Tim said that if anyone in the family starting coming down with symptoms that we could just call up and they'd call us in a prescription. Happy Mother's Day indeed!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-56158910027017710742010-05-06T21:55:00.003-05:002010-05-06T22:00:00.735-05:00Bake Sale Success!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last week I held a bake sale with the help of one of the honor societies on campus for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation (Thank you Mortar Board!). My awesome cousin Katie died of CF a few years ago, and my darling nephew <a href="http://crackleberry.blogspot.com/2010/04/peter-and-mucus-monster.html">Peter</a> fights it today and every day. As always, I went a little overboard. I made seven different types of cupcakes, normal and chocolate rice krispies, s'more bars, and brownies. See that container under the table...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirt_a9K5mrGAX_flHybMEbP2D3tNLkJNGJiqkg8NyM9Uq5kiHGOGZZEL1ji51p195MsOViiOWikMGHTvB4md6-5dKkeFawEs4U2nEWhM2lGs6uRhjQvWOGjCSOVLXZrDAUFJDQXgBOpT6s/s1600/DSCN2305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirt_a9K5mrGAX_flHybMEbP2D3tNLkJNGJiqkg8NyM9Uq5kiHGOGZZEL1ji51p195MsOViiOWikMGHTvB4md6-5dKkeFawEs4U2nEWhM2lGs6uRhjQvWOGjCSOVLXZrDAUFJDQXgBOpT6s/s400/DSCN2305.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>it holds 200 cupcakes. I filled 2 of them. That's 400 cupcakes, plus the odd 150 other baked goods I made. It only took me two days, and honestly wasn't that bad.<br />
We held our "Goodies for a Good Cause" for 2 days, 5 hours a day. I have to say THANK YOU to my awesome sister Kay on the right who flew in Sunday and manned the table the next Monday and Tuesday while I was in class.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZPZzIbOQMv33kkNd-0oBF-vct2-U-6OTwAgzIGNSadKOYeNd3bdEV6tHi08y3fN77pTFqceON_gvp0-yb1zFsZmCkl9be7Azvu_27yjf549OrNkk1jpXuUht_-QRxgpYXKE-_nWBee4f/s1600/DSCN2303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZPZzIbOQMv33kkNd-0oBF-vct2-U-6OTwAgzIGNSadKOYeNd3bdEV6tHi08y3fN77pTFqceON_gvp0-yb1zFsZmCkl9be7Azvu_27yjf549OrNkk1jpXuUht_-QRxgpYXKE-_nWBee4f/s400/DSCN2303.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I honestly did not know how I was going to pull it off. I had a ton of volunteers help out from Mortar Board, like the sweet lady on the left, but there were a couple time slots that nobody could make, even me. When I came up with this idea it was a bolt out of the blue, as if the Lord said "Cherry, you're doing a bake sale. I know it's finals and this is crazy, but I'll take care of it if you have the faith." And He did! He flew in Kay unexpected! I didn't know she would be here until 4 days before the bake sale. To make things even more exciting, Peter's dad Jacob flew in too! It was awesome to show him how much we love and support his family in a tangible (and tasty!) way.<br />
The bake sale was a total success! By the end of the first day we had $123!! We didn't sell anywhere close to half of all the goodies, so the second day we reduced the price. Nearing the end we started giving cupcakes away. Several people were so touched they threw whatever change they had on them into the pot. We moved a lot more cupcakes, but we made less. Grand total was $200, which coincidentally was the same number of cupcakes we had left over!! Mr. CB had the awesome idea of giving them to the Domestic Abuse Shelter. They were thrilled :)!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bDUajo7ykBXQ9ya9j1UcHrBRWJND0ThCE82TSNJVkgb8YV6-DAD6nLDV3e8Ih1f95Y0oH3RUB-lCW9f0JYGVI26LDbWiCh2o0yLItBU46Arc-B075LIm1Ee5Mj5Gy-3g_jYnXaShuSd4/s1600/DSCN2307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bDUajo7ykBXQ9ya9j1UcHrBRWJND0ThCE82TSNJVkgb8YV6-DAD6nLDV3e8Ih1f95Y0oH3RUB-lCW9f0JYGVI26LDbWiCh2o0yLItBU46Arc-B075LIm1Ee5Mj5Gy-3g_jYnXaShuSd4/s400/DSCN2307.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Kay next to the poster of my sweet nephew explaining a little about CF.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">100% of the money will go to the <a href="http://www.cff.org/">CFF</a> via my <a href="http://www.cff.org/great_strides/charitymcdaniel">Great Strides</a> walk in June. If you haven't donated yet, there's still time! Or better yet, join our team and help us raise money to fight CF. For more information, please visit <a href="http://peterspavementpounders.org/">Peter's Pavement Pounders</a> website and click on Walk with us!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJczmW4zM1qPeLgMjO1JP5ZGcWBEoib7b0zFhGVYFfvOqc37pf5SWqE_RC9Ctx_a_A2wIrSLhVP3Lm6bGQVm61NftL8-jz7RRL9iQMRitqM70ZJ__sqjqhz7IhpCytiDq75d6GxBGk7N8h/s1600/Ordinary+People+Do+Extraordinary+Things.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJczmW4zM1qPeLgMjO1JP5ZGcWBEoib7b0zFhGVYFfvOqc37pf5SWqE_RC9Ctx_a_A2wIrSLhVP3Lm6bGQVm61NftL8-jz7RRL9iQMRitqM70ZJ__sqjqhz7IhpCytiDq75d6GxBGk7N8h/s400/Ordinary+People+Do+Extraordinary+Things.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Once again a huge thank you to Kay, Mom, Mr. CB, Peter's Dad and Mom, Mortar Board, and especially the Lord for helping out. I couldn't have pulled it off without you guys!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-42862792662541928472010-05-06T20:44:00.000-05:002010-05-06T20:44:03.829-05:00No more teacher's dirty looks!I'M DONE WITH THIS SEMESTER!!!! AND I EVEN PULLED OFF ALL A's!!! 3 weeks of freedom then it's back to the books.Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-57162884016061687922010-05-05T10:56:00.000-05:002010-05-05T10:56:24.676-05:00Finals!!<div style="text-align: center;">Boy, am I tired.</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 down, 2 to go.</div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pharmacology final grade - A</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nurse Medical/Surgical final in 1 hour - <span style="font-size: large;">I'm as ready as I'm gonna be.</span> Mr. CB was sooo sweet and quizzed me in the car...until he fell asleep in the middle of a question. He goes back to the sleep doctor on the 13th to find out what his sleep study results were.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Community Nursing final in 1 day...<span style="font-size: large;">I hope I do well.</span> This is the one I'm the most worried about. I havent' started studying because if I study more than one subject at a time I mix them up on tests. Plus, the content is so abstract and the questions are very specific. Last test in this class the teacher threw out 5 questions out of 40 because we challenged them with information from the book, or they weren't in our assigned reading.<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="color: red;">I don't think anyone has gotten the grades they deserve.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, I better head to school. Say a quick prayer for me!</div>Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-40478711087313549532010-05-03T15:01:00.004-05:002010-05-03T15:07:00.187-05:00Husband 1.0!!!I recently received this e-mail and it was too funny not to share with all my bloggy friends. Of course, this in no way reflects on Mr. CB. We all know how wonderful he is ;).<br />
Enjoy!<br />
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INSTALLING A HUSBAND<br />
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Dear Tech Support,<br />
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Last year, I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slowdown in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.<br />
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In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as:<br />
Romance 9.5 and<br />
Personal Attention 6.5,<br />
and then installed some undesirable programs such as<br />
NBA 5.0,<br />
NFL 3.0 and<br />
Golf Clubs 4.1.<br />
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Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.<br />
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Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.<br />
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What can I do?<br />
Signed,<br />
Desperate<br />
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DEAR DESPERATE:<br />
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First, keep in mind,<br />
Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while<br />
Husband 1.0 is an operating system.<br />
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Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.html, try to download Tears 6.2, and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.<br />
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If those applications work as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.<br />
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However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0, or Beer 6.1.<br />
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Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.<br />
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Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)<br />
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In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0-program. This is an unsupported application and will crash Husband 1.0.<br />
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In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend<br />
Cooking 3.0 and<br />
Hot Lingerie 7.7.<br />
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Good Luck!<br />
Tech SupportCherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-86759211551897881982010-04-26T00:39:00.002-05:002010-04-26T18:30:32.015-05:00Kid Quotes! & Not Me! Monday!<center> <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"> <img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /> </a></center><br />
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I decided to share my Kid Quotes with a Not Me! Monday! today. Not Me! Monday! was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. You can head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.<br />
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Blue and I play this game where I point to a body part of his, usually his chin or his nose, and tell him it's a different body part. He laughs and then corrects me. Yesterday in church Blue definitely did NOT decide to play this game with me. He did NOT point to a mole near my collar bone and shout "Penis!" for the whole congregation to hear. Nope, not me. My kids know it's not polite to shout out names of private body parts and would definitely not do so in CHURCH!<br />
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I did NOT wear knee high purple, black, and grey stripped socks with my knee length skirt to church yesterday. I always shave my legs and never use socks as an excuse to go another week without doing so.<br />
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Saturday, Razz was looking at her Star Wars book she borrowed from school in the car. When she stumbled across a picture of this guy... <br />
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My kids did NOT barge in on my husband while he was using the bathroom. Mr. CB did NOT kick them out, saying that he needed some privacy. Blue, in turn did NOT start rummaging through the bag I was packing. When I did NOT ask him what he was doing, he did NOT say, "I'm looking for Privacy. Daddy needs some!" <br />
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Have a Kid Quote you'd like to share? Link up or leave it in the comments!<br />
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Toodles!<br />
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<script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=25613" type="text/javascript"></script>Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-69891550918589589782010-04-20T22:57:00.000-05:002010-04-20T22:57:24.492-05:00A well balanced diet?<div style="text-align: center;"> Here is what Blue had for dinner....</div><div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A cheese muffin</span></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some blue milk (otherwise he wouldn't drink it)</span></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A side of ketchup</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">*sigh*</div><div style="text-align: center;">One day my sweet child will eat veggies like his sister!</div>Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-36410482124098252182010-04-18T00:00:00.000-05:002010-04-18T00:00:42.533-05:00Kid Quotes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsHD1REJGkmdTD4nzNa55znoDV9OwAitoksbrJbztIqzpEyOP0MTRJpBanm19BK-Ky6pWCNagnSp4MoCmS_0H7tgaxSHZt8AJxI11Z5qncjskpJ_JW5_Hpu8mLPS6OYlbEI6jflYV8QLC/s1600/kidquotes_1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWsHD1REJGkmdTD4nzNa55znoDV9OwAitoksbrJbztIqzpEyOP0MTRJpBanm19BK-Ky6pWCNagnSp4MoCmS_0H7tgaxSHZt8AJxI11Z5qncjskpJ_JW5_Hpu8mLPS6OYlbEI6jflYV8QLC/s200/kidquotes_1.gif" width="200" /></a></div>Do you like it? I DO!! Thanks so much Lelan from <a href="http://goodgravydesigns.blogspot.com/">Good Gravy Designs</a>. It's so nice to have bloggy friends like you. Once I'm done with school I'll get a page set up so you can grab the button and join me too! So, I propose a vote. What day will be the official Kid Quotes day? Leave your vote in the comments and we'll figure it out.<br />
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So Sunday we were driving home from church and passed a cemetery. Razz looked out the window and said, "Look, a Grave Garden!" <br />
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Lately, Blue has a favorite catch phrase. At random times he shouts "Shoe Shopping!"<br />
I couldn't figure out why for the life of me. I have taken him shoe shopping before, but not that often. I'm not addicted to shoes (Star Trek is another matter, however). We started saying "shoe shopping" at random times too, and it usually got a good laugh out of Blue. Yesterday we had a breakthrough. Mr. CB figured out that Blue's not saying "shoe shopping", he's saying "show you something"!!! All this time Blue wanted us to just watch him. Go figure!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-16981868544023062252010-04-17T11:12:00.000-05:002010-04-17T11:12:39.215-05:00So many things.....First off, let's talk about Blue. Back in February when we took Blue for his 2 year check up, the doctor was concerned about his height. Apparently he dropped 40 percentage points down on the growth chart from his last checkup 6 months prior and his height was still that of a 18 month old. So, he sent us to a pediatrician. The pediatrician seemed alarmed as well and immediately took us down to x-ray to get a film of his hands and wrist bones. Why? Because by measuring the growth plates they can determine his bone age, or how many growth spurts he's had. You want the bone age to = the height age. Good news, the x-rays came back saying his bone age was 15-18months, same as his height age. So, basically he hadn't hit that growth spurt yet. Anyway, they had us come back in this month for a height check and, you guessed it, he's still short! This last Thursday we went to the Endocrinologist Dr. G (he's a doctor that specializes in hormones) to see if there was something else going on. Now, let me just say this. Mr. CB and I haven't really been concerned this whole time. Blue is small and short, just like Razz was. In fact, he's bigger than Razz was at this age. The only reason we've gone to all these doctors it because the doctors are concerned. First thing Dr. G asked me when he walked in is why I was there, if it was because I was concerned or because the doctors were! Finally, a doctor who listens to the parents! He didn't seem nearly as worried as the other doctors. Dr. G explained growth this way. All full term babies are born at 19-21 inches regardless of how tall their parents are. They then either speed up or slow down their growth in the first 2 years until they hit were they are genetically suppose to be. According to Dr. G, if Blue stays on the growth pattern he currently has, he will be 5'6 1/2", the low end of normal when you take into consideration mine and Mr. CB's heights. I'll say it again, NORMAL! Thank you Dr. G. He does want to see Blue in 4 months to make sure he's not dropping off anymore, but as for right now we'll do nothing. Yay! I definitely will remember Dr. G's example of good patient care when I'm finally a RN.<br />
Now lets turn our attention to Blue's head...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRJ4qREK426esYDgC2_TpZWmevWvaBl7xduvdq3LoLDB9_BuvCRd23uK96cmq9uBz6tHVMziQWpwewrTSW8LTIC5JlmZmIMTY7Z0VvyVMcFZMgPEiaYipugU58wmxWbam6xthSNf18j1x/s1600/DSCN2219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRJ4qREK426esYDgC2_TpZWmevWvaBl7xduvdq3LoLDB9_BuvCRd23uK96cmq9uBz6tHVMziQWpwewrTSW8LTIC5JlmZmIMTY7Z0VvyVMcFZMgPEiaYipugU58wmxWbam6xthSNf18j1x/s640/DSCN2219.JPG" width="428" /></a></div>It's huge! His bike helmet from last year was too small, so we went ahead and ordered him and Razz new helmets....in the same size! At least we know this one will last him a little while. We spent a little extra and got the multiple impact helmets because Blue is always hitting his head even when he's not on his bike or skateboard. You're suppose to throw a bike helmet away after one impact. That means we would have gone through three already! I'm sorry, but I don't have a picture of Razz in her's. She didn't really need a new one, but these one are more adjustable than her old one and a better fit = better protection. Plus, we got free shipping if we ordered two :).<br />
One, final note, this last week has been tough! Sunday Blue threw up in the middle of church. Bad thing is, since our chapel is being remodeled, we meet in the middle school auditorium. Good news, the floor is concrete. Bad news, the floor is slanted. Luckily there was no one sitting directly in front of us. Mr. CB took Blue out to clean him up while I stayed behind, hurrying to make a baby wipe dam on the floor so the puke wouldn't continue flowing down towards peoples shoes. I feel sorry for the speaker. No one was listening, the whole congregation was watching me clean up the floor. After we left church we went to my parent's house, which was a hour and fifteen minute drive. It took longer than that since Blue puked all over himself and the car seat. By the time we got to my parents he was fine. He did well Monday too, until that night when Razz started throwing up. Then he decided to join her. Oh, and did I mention we were still at my parents? And that Mr. CB was helping my mom with repairing a toilet? And that there was no running water? And that Mr. CB got sick too? Once I got one kid cleaned up the other one would spew. I couldn't wash clothes, and I was relying on heating water up in a bowl in the microwave to wash my hands with. Not fun. I was up all night. Oh, and did I mention that I had a huge test the next morning? Well, I did. I could have taken it later, but I just wanted to get it over with. I only missed three (woohoo!) so that was okay. I took care of the kids the rest of the day. Wednesday, I woke up sick. Bad news because I had a quiz to take online, plus my mom was out of town and she needed me to help finish up dishes, vacuuming, and such because an inspector was coming Thursday. So I didn't get any rest. Oi. Thursday we went to the Endocrinologist and Friday I spent doing a huge assignment that's due on Monday. I'm not finished yet, so that will be the rest of my weekend. Here's to motherhood!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-66426405127080993722010-04-10T22:54:00.001-05:002010-04-10T22:56:56.462-05:00Peter and the Mucus Monster!As I've mentioned before, my sweet nephew Peter battles Cystic Fibrosis (CF) every day. With CF, Peter's body makes extra thick mucus, clogging up his lungs, sinuses, and his digestive tract. People with CF have a hard time breathing and digesting food. The extra thick mucus also collects bacteria and germs, same as normal mucus does, except because it is so thick it's hard to get rid of. This allows the germs in the mucus to stick around long enough to get Peter sick and stay sick for a long time. Because of this, Peter doesn't get to hang around a lot of kids.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Last summer we met up with Peter and my sister in Colorado for a family reunion. Before we went I was extra villigent with making sure the kids washed their hands and didn't pick their noses. I also made sure that we didn't hang around anyone that was sick so that we would all be super healthy when we got there.<br />
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We had so much fun with him! The kids are excited to see him this summer when we go to Portland for my brother's wedding. But before we do that, we are walking for Great Strides, a fundraiser for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. I would really appreciate if you would sponsor me on this walk. The Cystic Fibrosis Foundation has done a lot in the last 20 years to improve and lengthen the lives of those living with CF. My hope is that they will find a cure in Peter's lifetime so he has the chance to grow up and have a family of his own.<br />
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To donate, please click on the Great Strides button on the top of my blog. For more information about Peter, please visit his blog <a href="http://www.peterspavementpounders.org/">here</a>.Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-8379688500574941212010-04-05T22:25:00.001-05:002010-04-26T00:40:03.179-05:00Kid QuotesThe kids and I were walking to Grandma's house from the babysitter's last Wednesday when Razz noticed some trash on the ground. "Mama," she asked "why do people glitter?" I didn't have the heart to correct her, it was so adorable. But the funny thing is today, she and Blue were outside playing when he spotted a foil wrapper on the ground. "What's that?" Blue asked. Razz responded, "Oh, that's a glitter bug."<br />
Got any good Kid Quotes? Leave a comment!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-15098846694509113152010-03-31T14:59:00.000-05:002010-03-31T14:59:38.832-05:00Happy Birthday to Me!It's my birthday so I decided to have a party on my blog! Yay! And better yet, the cupcakes are zero calories. Enjoy!<br />
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P.S. How do you make a button? I'm thinking of making a Kid Quotes one and hooking up Mr. Linky, but I'm technically challenged. I can do it, I just need some guidance. Thanks!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-24621650610594994972010-03-26T19:23:00.000-05:002010-03-26T19:23:20.329-05:00Guess who loves cupcakes!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSZoqTPRKr-55QRUrvVnGnBGdi_Wpc1lKsgJULHZP4AuggaU315pQ-ZiAOcPfCTEk1WuFMng667rVGDI8LfnppH9jb3mCr4XnAxnZpRZ_vPK2PGrpIWwNiehoqxYRnu3ELA7YXhO11n1W/s1600/March+2010+again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSZoqTPRKr-55QRUrvVnGnBGdi_Wpc1lKsgJULHZP4AuggaU315pQ-ZiAOcPfCTEk1WuFMng667rVGDI8LfnppH9jb3mCr4XnAxnZpRZ_vPK2PGrpIWwNiehoqxYRnu3ELA7YXhO11n1W/s400/March+2010+again.jpg" width="400" /></a>Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-91227300683978788672010-03-26T19:13:00.002-05:002010-03-26T19:24:16.041-05:00Kid Quotes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-V_fNGoTVgm_mZ42-lcShV3Dm81Hvzukb62Xp91fqW25I99n11s7dsuCufRsXTYJFF2ZYr8_U0SPeAdvAgFmVcQ1Ne1YXIHxnpPOcNBvFFk3pgCsJffzS_gUVx5VIAhumYDr_-8Q3t8b/s1600/DSCN2033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-V_fNGoTVgm_mZ42-lcShV3Dm81Hvzukb62Xp91fqW25I99n11s7dsuCufRsXTYJFF2ZYr8_U0SPeAdvAgFmVcQ1Ne1YXIHxnpPOcNBvFFk3pgCsJffzS_gUVx5VIAhumYDr_-8Q3t8b/s400/DSCN2033.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Last night Razz complained that her legs hurt. We told her it was probably growing pains. This morning when she woke up she jumped to her feet, stood up straight and asked "Do I look taller?<br />
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What funny thing did your kid (or anyone else's for that matter!) say lately?Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3027246281630848039.post-204586316031276102010-03-25T13:44:00.000-05:002010-03-25T13:44:13.931-05:00T I R E D !So, last night Blue asked me to grab his fuzzy green blanket from downstairs so he could sleep with it. I went and grabbed it and took it back upstairs to give to him. When I went to cover him up, I realized it was purple...and that it wasn't even a blanket. I had grabbed Razz's coat! Oi, am I tired. I don't think any amount of sleep will cure it either. Poor Mr. CB is exhausted. He snores a ton and I'm pretty sure there's some sleep apnea going on. He'll have to go to the doctor to get some help, but we have no time for doctor visits! Thank goodness we only have another month and a half of school. Then we can sleep through the summer!Cherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12191904452381772820noreply@blogger.com2