<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858</id><updated>2011-08-21T11:18:58.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Williams Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-828763607528229352</id><published>2011-04-02T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:32:10.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1 down... 5 more to go....</title><content type='html'>Scott has made it to Georgia &amp;amp; he's doing so well. He's gotten a 92, 96 &amp;amp; 100 on his exams. He said that its VERY intense, and that his allergies have acted up, but that he's doing okay. Its hard for us to be apart but we're one day shy of week one being over! I'm really proud of him for deciding to try something new. Its so easy for us to stay with what's comfortable &amp;amp; what we know. Our week has been super busy, we went to Ty's Book Fair &amp;amp; Pizza night at school, Dinner at relatives, I had a birthday, &amp;amp; everyone kept us coming &amp;amp; going all week to try to keep our minds off Scott being away. I'm attending a baby shower today, &amp;amp; am looking forward to Tomorrow &amp;amp; being able to stay home &amp;amp; watch conference. Anyhow, that's the scoop... Maybe I'll post pics soon.... its been a while since I did that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-828763607528229352?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/828763607528229352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=828763607528229352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/828763607528229352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/828763607528229352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2011/04/week-1-down-5-more-to-go.html' title='Week 1 down... 5 more to go....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-7766864432753675406</id><published>2011-03-20T20:05:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:53:02.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;March.... The month of Changes, Technology &amp;amp; the new me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, March has been interesting to say the least... we have invested in Cell phones, yup you read it right... hard to belive I know but we did it... we now have these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IW6bPkBtkzg/TYaiVhTkxgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4tA-znAmtX8/s1600/cell.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586330878401103362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IW6bPkBtkzg/TYaiVhTkxgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4tA-znAmtX8/s320/cell.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Scott learned how to log into FB (holy cow!) I've lost some wieght.... don't know which is crazier...the cell or this! lol Scott is getting a new job at CSX railroad &amp;amp; will be going to Georgia for training here ....We've never been apart very long :o( I'm heartbroken, but know that this is the right answer to our prayers. We were very unsure of this decision at first &amp;amp; that there will be many challenges along the way, but we now feel that its the right thing for our family, at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February.... The month of knitting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCuFJ0eQaQg/TYapkM6YSSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NPINxs8WALk/s1600/Picture%2B938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586338827206150434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCuFJ0eQaQg/TYapkM6YSSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NPINxs8WALk/s320/Picture%2B938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, maybe its cabin fever setting in, but Feb. was a busy month for my knitting. I started to pick it back up again because its something I really enjoy doing, and I was spending way too much time doing work related things, and putting my personal enjoyment on the back burner. I ended up taking several hat patterns and formulated my own pattern that seemed to work for me. I even ended up selling several. I also had several baby showers to go to, so I got busy with the kneedles and yarn. I really like knitting gifts, hoping that they will one day become heirlooms. We also celebrated Valentines Day. Here is a photo of the box that Ty &amp;amp; I decorated for his Valentines at PreK... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUs8aTQujT8/TYadxhnBnnI/AAAAAAAAANs/508I0BLD608/s1600/untitledme.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586325861960883826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUs8aTQujT8/TYadxhnBnnI/AAAAAAAAANs/508I0BLD608/s320/untitledme.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8UdzyoE_-s/TYamZ2RiDBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DtYvTvcUYhE/s1600/Picture%2B894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586335350795668498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R8UdzyoE_-s/TYamZ2RiDBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DtYvTvcUYhE/s200/Picture%2B894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0826jCVs4W0/TYaeAEJXX7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/j41KDhTJYSg/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586326111749889970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0826jCVs4W0/TYaeAEJXX7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/j41KDhTJYSg/s320/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January.... Ty's Birthday &amp;amp; Friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlYzA2TNdFs/TYathc4-e4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NvWz3QMmQYU/s1600/Picture%2B910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586343178002135938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlYzA2TNdFs/TYathc4-e4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NvWz3QMmQYU/s320/Picture%2B910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC6WxLfeRv4/TYatGjDMhrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RPUbHj_CwGA/s1600/Picture%2B902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586342715799144114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC6WxLfeRv4/TYatGjDMhrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RPUbHj_CwGA/s320/Picture%2B902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty turns 5. Can you even STAND it? Here are some photos from his birthday. We all ended up with a terrible stomach bug, so we just ended up having a small cake for him on his birthday and postponing the friend part, but we had a wonderful night celebrating with everyone. It seems like just yesterday that we had him- he has such a personality. and is such a little man. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the joy that he brings to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanette came up for a weekend visit, so we had a get-together at our house. The kids all had a blast playing in the snow &amp;amp; Ginny, Kim, Nanett &amp;amp; I picked right up where we left off. :O) I'm so greatful for these girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFRaRoEWrtU/TYaaRSouOeI/AAAAAAAAANc/G9IeaaGq69Y/s1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586322009650772450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFRaRoEWrtU/TYaaRSouOeI/AAAAAAAAANc/G9IeaaGq69Y/s320/girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December....of our family at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O378bfgUS7E/TYaorVTK0lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fFtys4ymXd4/s1600/Picture%2B767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586337850205065810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O378bfgUS7E/TYaorVTK0lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fFtys4ymXd4/s320/Picture%2B767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKS_yhGIToA/TYaXck0Yi0I/AAAAAAAAANM/SYVHs27q-Gc/s1600/35628_490927704242_555094242_5769602_8071805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586318904975199042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKS_yhGIToA/TYaXck0Yi0I/AAAAAAAAANM/SYVHs27q-Gc/s320/35628_490927704242_555094242_5769602_8071805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnGNNa44pMI/TYaftTUGzUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T8qWVY1O1-s/s1600/boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586327988427214146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnGNNa44pMI/TYaftTUGzUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/T8qWVY1O1-s/s320/boys.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-7766864432753675406?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7766864432753675406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=7766864432753675406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/7766864432753675406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/7766864432753675406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2011/03/march.html' title=''/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IW6bPkBtkzg/TYaiVhTkxgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4tA-znAmtX8/s72-c/cell.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-5015548153393763757</id><published>2010-11-23T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:30:54.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Well its been forever, and I've had great intentions but as you can see that got me no where, I'm on Facebook just about daily, so I thought why reinvent the wheel, I've taken some of my post and tweeked them a bit- just to update some of you on how we've been... These are older ones so there'll be more to follow, then hopefully I can get back on track sooner or later. :O)&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-5015548153393763757?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5015548153393763757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=5015548153393763757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5015548153393763757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5015548153393763757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2010/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4995854723873756726</id><published>2010-09-10T19:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:27:03.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wild oooooo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is taking the night off... i'm going to watch movies with Ty and maybe dust off my knitting needles.... I know what your thinking... its going to be a pretty wild and crazy night in the williams household ....disney movies &amp;amp; knitting~ LOL who knows we might even throw popcorn in the mix ! :O)&lt;a class="UIIntentionalStory_Pic" title="Adja Albanese Williams" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing Arborday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes I could give Arborday a hug for his birthday... he would have been 65 today- makes me a bit sad to think about it... make sure you tell the people you love how much they mean to you, they could be gone in an instant &amp;amp; never realized how much they were truly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over doing it... just a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty sad when you have so much going on that you email yourself reminders.... yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" tabindex="-1" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1215084433"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had my first date with Scott 11 years ago at the Redfield old home days, took him to meet the whole family... well. I'm off to serve chicken...Poppy makes the best... I hope to see you all there, its a nice family atmosphere so come on up :O) Hopes everyone comes up to the Redfield Old Home Days... we're going to be selling Chicken BBQ all day Sat &amp;amp; Sunday and its delicious! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orientation Already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9/1/10&lt;br /&gt;will be heading out to Ty's orientation in a bit. He's so excited... thank goodness Jolynn reminded me of it yesterday . It would have looked pretty bad if I missed it, concidering I work there... good grief, its not good to have too many irons in the fire all the time... lol :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's "Aunt" Jill had already taken him to school w/ her one day since she teaches kindergarten across the hall- so when we got there I think he was a bit nervous to see all of the other ppl. and he told me that he could just wait in the car while I took a look... Scott's taking him the first day- then I'll meet them there- I'm sure tears will be involved... from me of course :O)&lt;br /&gt;September 1 at 9:12pm ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/30/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words to live by: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if at first you don't succeed, try, try again... this is my new motto... :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/27/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes its August:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to watch Charlie Brown Christmas with Ty tonight.. I find it amusing. .. as long as I'm snuggled in w/ Ty and some popcorn, I don't care what we watch... too bad Scott can't join in... though I don't think we'd be watching that if he was. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Mr. Williams We love you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/25/10&lt;br /&gt;had a whirl wind of a day- but at least Ty &amp;amp; I were able to go see Scott for a bit for his birthday~ he's 35 years young today! :O) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conway you better watch out... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/23/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had Ty sing me a song... goes something like this.... hello darlin'... nice ta' see ya' its been a long time...... LOL.... :O) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food Pyramid... what food pyramid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is letting Ty have pie for breakfast... it contains fruit... so its okay right??? :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=153715644643799&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 22 at 10:52am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provident Living: Love it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves being so self relient.. but holy cow I'm up to my eyeballs in produce- shredding zucchini, boiling beets, cutting corn off the cob to freeze, cooking rhudabega (if I even spelled it right) pro&lt;br /&gt;cessing peaches &amp;amp; don't forget the tomatoes :O) I think we'll have a BLT for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=137048009665013&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 20 at 3:19pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write millions of peaches... peaches for me.... peaches come in a can... they were put there by a man, in a factory doooooooooooooown town. Can you tell what I'll be canning for while? :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=137415969632791&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 17 at 4:34pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awww.... .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized what a great big brother Ty would be tonight as I got to snuggle my newest nephew... poor Liam didn't have a chance! Aunt Adja took over and got her baby fix... Ty's got it in his head that we're going to have a "boy baby and a girl baby" someday &amp;amp; I didn't have the heart to break it to him ... anyone know whe...re I could find a couple? Just Kidding... :O)&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=142742445759576&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 15 at 8:15pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So nice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its beautiful outside- just a touch of fall in the air... Its nice to have Scott home on a Saturday morning too... These new hours are working out well for us, and tonight - we're going on our date to celebrate our anniversary- its only been since Valentine's since the last one, I think we're due. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=120129328035749&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 14 at 8:47am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our favorite things... kindof like Oprah, only simpler! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is thinking its going to be a movie &amp;amp; popcorn kind of a night :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=144876365542455&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 13 at 4:53pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turning the "Me to We"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Williams 8 years ago today... It’s truly amazing how love can overcome so many things. We've been through so many obstacles together but I wouldn't want anyone else supporting me through it all. Scott is truly amazing and he's given me more than I ever thought was possible. Happy Anniversary Mr. Williams~ here’s to many more! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=145180205509639&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;August 10 at 2:07pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to clean out? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found medicine in the bathroom cabinet last night that I haven't taken in about 8 yrs.. you know what this means.... I moved it from Blossvale, to Florence, to Blossvale (again) and to Redfield- good grief... Its time to hoe out!!!! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=114481798603534&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 30 at 7:05pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a keeper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home not feeling well. Ty's so sweet... he just went and picked me flowers :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=115859021796404&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 27 at 10:57am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Intution... Belive it... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about a mother's intuition- I felt like Ty was going to get sick and that he hadn't been in a while... sure enough he now has a temp of 102 - suppose there's something to listening to your gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=134715676565234&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 24 at 10:34pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HGTV... take me away... you know instead of Calgon. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for someone to come reorganize and decorate my house- like one of those shows on HGTV- but since I have about 0% chance of that happening. I'll keep plugging along. It a nice rainy day to do it :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=141177632568619&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 24 at 10:21am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blueberry picking: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year we go picking berries, its usally Ty, Poppy, Aunt Jude &amp;amp; me... I started when I was expecting Ty and ever since he's gone along... when he was little I'd put him in the stroller and he'd reach for the bush and just eat away - he LOVES them needless to say I can't quit eating these stinkin' blueberries &amp;amp; all I can think of is... "your turning Violet, Violet" :O) We might have to go picking again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=112413412143199&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 21 at 4:50pm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop to smell the Roses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and took a nap, which is something I never do, now I'm on the porch enjoying the beautiful weather &amp;amp; watching Ty ride his wheeler while Scott works out. I Didn't get anything too productive done and its almost Monday again... but who cares :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=138374122850335&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 18 at 6:20pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blond moment???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bathroom getting ready for work and spraying my hair when all of the sudden I thought to my self huh, it smells like Scott in here when I finished spraying the daylights out of my hair I realize that I'd just did it with his deorderant not my hairspray, needless to say I shouldn't have an trouble w/ BO t...oday. I think I need to start going to bed just a wee bit earlier :O) I hope you laughed I sure did.&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=139090022776842&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 16 at 6:54am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BAYCATION"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad that about heading back to work tomorrow.... what a great week we had. Ty wants to know when our next "baycation will be cause he likes when mommy watches him" .... did I mention how much I love that kid? :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=101728373215542&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 11 at 5:56pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Scripture:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: ecclesiastes 3:1-8 :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=109245799128296&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 10 at 10:50am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam Anthony is on his way- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like I might be an aunt again today... Josie Posie is in Oneida :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=138334982859066&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 9 at 8:51am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lunch &amp;amp; a Bargin... what a day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the Franklin today with a dear friend, then went to Khols.. listen to this ... I SAVED $182 and spent $25, I did have $44 of store credit, but even still that's not too shabby :O) The lady behind me in line was stunned... she said "Did you only just pay $25!" Part of me actually felt guilty buying a few things... but then I thought twice about it... and for that price I couldn't go wrong- my things are so old even the Salvation army wouldn't want them... it was about time :o)&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was totally impressive... the secret... I had Khol's cash to spend since I made purchases the other day... so I had "free" money to spend, plus the $44 in store credit- becuase I had to return a few things tha...t were too big (go figure) then I had a $5 off and a 15% off everything- plus everything I bought was totally on sale, I had some shirts that wer only $2 the most "expensive" shirts were 6.99 and a pair of jeans that were $21 they were org. $45- I felt so smart- and like I pulled one over on someone, but I was totally legit. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=130524010316358&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 7 at 6:20pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We spent a lovely, totally relaxing week off &amp;amp; stayed home &amp;amp; at the creek it was awesome, We fished, read, did whatever we wanted... can't wait till next time :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=134664233222173&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;July 2 at 5:25pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Dreams &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wake up and think to yourself.... where did that dream come from... I dream of the most bizarr and random things &amp;amp; people, at least its always interesting though, I'm never bored when I sleep.. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=135667796460477&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 26 at 9:04am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lonely:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses Scott- We've both been coming and going like two ships passing in the night this week. I did get to see him while he brought my spare keys to me... locking the keys in the car wasn't any fun, but hey, at least I was able to see him for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=111227602257869&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 24 at 6:49pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainy Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks today would be a great day to stay home and snuggle in with a good book, but that's not in the cards today- Have a great day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=104294739621667&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 24 at 5:57am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the Penny:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finds it slightly amusing that years ago we never even bothered to balanced our checkbook... now, I get irritated over it being off a penny... one stinkin' penny... do you think I can find it.... I suppose that's being a bit of a perfectionist. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=116378308406444&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 15 at 4:30pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YIKES... I NEED A BREAK! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies &amp;amp; gentleman, what I need is a vacation.... I just answered my phone " Camden Scho...." before I realized its Saturday, I'm home and I can simply say "hello" when my sister calls... needless to say she had a good laugh, as did I. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=127878253904196&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 5 at 12:11pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To laugh or not to laugh, that is the question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm pretty sure that this isn't the song that I want Ty singing... but then again, he is making his daddy proud... " Rain makes corn, corn makes wiskey, wiskey makes my baby, feel a little frinsky" :O) Not exactly a typical song a four year old might sing... I loved how he said FRIN-Skay though... such a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=127010520661574&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 3 at 5:01pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm a girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's having a tantrum...I'm ignoring him and he says "Mommy... I'm going to call you a little girl" LOL - I bet the neighbors think I'm killing him the way he's screaming- The weekend of staying up late is catching up to him- Lucky me. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=123986750968211&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;June 1 at 7:06pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rooster... what rooster... we have Turkeys!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a turkey calling its ever- livin- head off RIGHT ouside our window... (for a minute I thought it was Scott trying to get one before work)- The birds are happily cherping, the geese are in the front yard by the pond w/ their newest arrivals &amp;amp; I feel like I live in the Wild Kingdom. LOL :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=120997347937354&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 29 at 7:32am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ty's growing up--- One more milestone-- Bike riding with out training wheels!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to cheer or cry as I watched Ty ride his bike w/o training wheels... I must have been a late bloomer- I didn't realize that it was time... this is all going much too fast-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=102932196421822&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 26 at 6:03am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes I was as coordinated as the man I saw riding his bike down 69 w/ no hands... but wait, it gets better... he was texting... if I attempted that I'd be in a body cast. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=128149277198121&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 21 at 6:23am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridge: Wrong profession??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should forget any thought of becoming a teacher... I should become a refridgerator repair man... $76 for the 1st half hour $16 for every 15min there after... just evaluating my options. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=124496204236473&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 18 at 3:21pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHH... Fresh Country air:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a country girl- but I think freshly plowed fields look beautiful.. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=122583054433486&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 16 at 3:19pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mothers Day: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is greatful for my miracle... for answered prayers and that Mother's Day isn't a day I cry sad tears for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=116065138430302&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 9 at 7:24pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ty's Turtle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turtle has been found... I don't know how... must have been divine intervevention... :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=120004868028839&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 8 at 10:06am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a turtle the size of a silver dollar missing in action somewhere in my house... might as well be a needle in a hay stack... that should smell REAL good in a week or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=124885127526814&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 7 at 4:37pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you feed a turtle? Scott brought one home the size of a silver dollar that was roaming around in their parkng lot for Ty- we tried a few things &amp;amp;Ty said maybe the bugs are too big for his dinner &amp;amp; that I should cut them up for it. I'm drawing a line there people I refuse to become a personal chef to a turtle- ...We're trying to talk him into putting it in our pond.... :O)&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=117061414993827&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;May 7 at 6:17am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allergic Reaction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is home with Ty for a bit... maybe the day depends on the Dr.'s apt... he's having an allergic reaction- Poor kid :o(&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a Blackfly- he woke up w/ both eyes swollen shut- it was pretty severe- they did bloodwork and put him on prednisone for 5 days. He's getting tons better though. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logs, logs everywhere! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes I had a magic wand so that the the load of logs sitting in our driveway was cut and stacked... poor Scott, he works so hard then has to spend all night doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=112583182108317&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 20 at 7:43pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Child Abuser...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation Ty &amp;amp; I had the other day... Me: "Ty, if you do that one more time I'm going to PUNISH you." TY: "No you won't 'cause that's hitting, and hitting is bad"... Apparently he confused Punish with Punch... Thank goodness he's not in school, that's all I'd need is for him to go around telling ppl I punched h...im instead of punished him. :O) It made me chuckle, hope it did you too.&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=118043318212242&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 16 at 8:16am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Early Bird Gets the Worm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Scott but I think I actually like getting up super early... leaves a bit of "me" time in the morning... Have a nice day everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=110718295628602&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 14 at 6:25am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Ha Moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is slowly learning that my life isn't about pleasing others.... took me 30 years to learn it... probably another 30 to perfect it. I'll get there. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=112802538741803&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 12 at &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie Night/ "Bad" Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Blindside with Scott last night... what a great movie! then I had a bad dream that my soon to be piano got here &amp;amp; was an organ... who besides myself would have a bad dream about a darn piano? :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=117894844888245&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 12 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Floors:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new floor is nearly complete!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you tell I'm a bit excited :O) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adja Turns 30 !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is excited for my date tonight with Scott for my birthday... to think... I'm going to stay up and&lt;br /&gt;out past 10... do you think I'll turn into a pumpkin? :O) We went to see riverdance at the Stanley in Utica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=113488055344218&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 8 at 5:00pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I found a piano! :O) The only bad thing is that its almost 2 hrs away and weighs a ton. One of my "now that I'm 30 goals" is almost ready to be checked off :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=115740485103550&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 6 at 7:16pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ribbit Ribbit... well sorta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the peepers last night... they're my favorite :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=110016982352804&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;April 2 at 12:29pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Celebration:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great night with Scott &amp;amp; Ty :o) Ty's too cute... he's more excited about my birthday coming than I am... cute little duffer is counting down the days &amp;amp; told me that I needed to take him to Kinney's so he could get me a "big funny card, so I can be surprised" man I love that kid... his daddy's not to bad either. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=109230815772151&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;March 29 at 8:31pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orkin Man:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its spring... you know wha that means - We're being over run by LaDy bUgS where are they all coming from??? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=107839189241091&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;March 23 at 8:25pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My way of thinking like it or not: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you shouldn't spend money you don't have... that's all I have to say about that! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=102463116459695&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;March 22 at 5:27pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do, Re, Mi, Fa,Sol, La, Ti, Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woops! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I learned singing should only be done alone in the car or shower... It sounds better that way.... I had major flash backs of high school today... man I wish I wan't such a wuss... (is that how you spell it? ) anyhow... you get my point. :O) I was asked to play Adi in the The 10 Virgins play, it is absoulutely beautiful and well, since I can't say no, I said yes, thinking it would be good for me to overscome my fears of singing and improve my talent... so I don't loose it... well, needless to say it didn't work, I totally clammed up- and sounded like an injured animal. Darn it... maybe in my next 30 years???? Hey isn't there a country song about things like this LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" onclick="" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860&amp;amp;v=wall&amp;amp;story_fbid=110865732257970&amp;amp;ref=mf" target=""&gt;March 20 at 8:19pm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://blogs.voices.com/voxdaily/woman-singing-microphone-vintage-525.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://blogs.voices.com/voxdaily/conferences/&amp;amp;usg=__Qi4WgGCjV1N0QBTHupQob2Amfc8=&amp;amp;h=371&amp;amp;w=525&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;sig2=ixkhmH_FjTluEksaGt4oTA&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=Di9Crn-DZOtW6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=132&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsinging%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4DMUS_enUS331US332%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;ei=dYrsTKLaCoP98AbvwLH2AQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class=" uiTooltip" onmouseover="" onclick="return false;" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=554099860#"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4995854723873756726?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4995854723873756726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4995854723873756726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4995854723873756726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4995854723873756726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-oooooo-is-taking-night-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-2501407273168054707</id><published>2010-01-09T08:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:00:35.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, it seems like forever since I've posted anything. So, where to start. We had nice holiday; we actually all had colds in different stages so we didn't wind up attending all the family obligations. It was disappointing not to see everyone, but we're hoping to catch up after all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hussle&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bussle&lt;/span&gt; of the holidays quiets down and we are all better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have been wondering about Scott getting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sheriff's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;, we ended up getting the answer Christmas eve. We arrived home about 10:30 at night only to check our mail and discover that Scott had a "no" letter waiting for him. We were stunned since it seemed all along that he was being encouraged along the way &amp;amp; that he had been the investigators first choice- he then submitted all of his names to his superior and something just wasn't meant to be. Like I said we were disappointed, but are trying to keep the mindset that everything happens for a reason, and perhaps we are being spared from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; awful. You just never know about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unanswered&lt;/span&gt; prayers. It seems like work is picking up for him at the Sawmill, which is wonderful, and although his employers was sad for him- they were so happy not to lose him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty is doing well. He's getting so big. He's been cracking me up with some of the things he's said lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave him gum to chew on the way to church, and he said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty- I swallowed my gum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us- Why- you shouldn't do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty- Well, I kept chewing and chewing and it wouldn't go away, so I just swallowed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed... Thinking about it, no one ever explained to him that gum is just for chewing and won't go away. I suppose he thought it was like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a couple more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- Ty I love you all the way to the moon and back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty- I love you all the way to the mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(That just melted my heart. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Sunday our Bishop at church passes our Tootsie Pops to the kids, Ty went to get one last week - Which we call Fast Sunday- for those of you who don't know; its where we skip 2 meals and contribute the price of those meals to the needy- Well, the kids don't really do that, but they go with out the extras... like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tootie&lt;/span&gt; pops that week. So, when Ty returned to me after not getting his tootsie pop he said, "I can't have one, its quarter to Sunday". I suppose he doesn't understand the difference between Fast Sunday &amp;amp; time :O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also has grown right up and has started Primary at church. He's been in the Nursery... its for children 18 mo to 3 and since he's almost &lt;strong&gt;4 holy cow!!!&lt;/strong&gt; He gets to move up into Primary and be in my Sunbeam class. He was super excited and for Christmas we even bought him new shirts and a couple ties so he can be "like daddy" here is a picture... I just love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/S0iLdWAsl5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/hOWDWzTXjn0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424739087408732050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/S0iLdWAsl5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/hOWDWzTXjn0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-2501407273168054707?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2501407273168054707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=2501407273168054707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2501407273168054707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2501407273168054707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/S0iLdWAsl5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/hOWDWzTXjn0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1041773152593685889</id><published>2009-11-15T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:57:44.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A change.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking to myself that I need a new start, I began thinking this way before my surgery and razzing Scott a bit that while I was in surgery he could feel free to go get my "new start ring" aka anniversary band.  We've been married 7 years &amp;amp; together 10 and boy oh boy have we been through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. I was looking at this surgery &amp;amp; the past 10 years as an end to one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chapter&lt;/span&gt; and the start of another.  Many of the past 10 weren't how I would have planned things but he "new" me is thinking that it is what it is &amp;amp; I need to move on &amp;amp; make the best out of the next 10.  I really am a visual person &amp;amp; thought that 10 yrs is significant &amp;amp; that wearing a ring would be neat.  I also thought that when I felt down, sad, less than worthy of happiness I could look down at it and remember that I have all I truly need in life; someone who has stood by my side, who has for some reason chosen to love me like I can't love myself, a wonderful son; who blesses me each day with his grins &amp;amp; giggles; true friends &amp;amp; my faith.  So with all that how could I fail right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you wondering if Scott got my ring. Well the answer is  uh No, Maybe we'll get on our feet a bit more then I'll have my ring. I just told him we could keep saving longer &amp;amp; maybe I can get BIGGER Diamonds. :O)  Plus, we have time for that.... the true thought is that I still have all of those things in my life &amp;amp; if I really wanted to I could put a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rubberband&lt;/span&gt; around my wrist &amp;amp; it wouldn't change any of the blessings I have, no more than a ring would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of reflecting lately, I really do feel like I need a change. The biggest being my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wieght&lt;/span&gt;. I know that most of us feel like it would be wonderful to loose a few pounds but I am now 70 over weight... isn't that great. I'd like to loose 50.  I'm trying to figure out how I got this way this is what I can think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love/care for everyone else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to cook &amp;amp; eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am an emotional person &amp;amp; eater- if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; bored I eat, sad I eat, happy I eat... you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I lack ambition &amp;amp; know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I was sad &amp;amp; depressed &amp;amp; didn't know how to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discouraged&lt;/span&gt; easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have hobbies that aren't active enough, reading, knitting, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;, Blogging... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't make time, &amp;amp; I don't use my time wisely (like now I'm writing about it instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I hold myself back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't know enough about nutrition. Fat/calories/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;... how to count them... blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are some reasons that I need to become &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lord has blessed me with Ty &amp;amp; I need to be an example. He learns from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to realize that I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to learn to make myself as much as of a priority or I won't be here for my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't want to be sick, have back aches, diabetes, etc... &amp;amp; that will happen if I don't take care&lt;br /&gt;of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would love to run, I don't know how, I look funny doing it... but I think it would be absolutely amazing if I could run a 5k someday.... but for now I'd be happy with a mile... shoot... for now I'd be happy with a 1/2 mile. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I need to live in the present... there is nothing I can do about the past. Its gone &amp;amp; the future isn't here, I need to be present in today, not what should have been or what can be, what is... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; today is all we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt;... ( wow... that sounds good. huh? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't want to let Scott down by dying much too young simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't love myself enough to make sure I was here to grow old with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. I need to rethink the way I think, then maybe it will all fall into place, I'm hoping to take baby steps.  I have nothing to loose...well... actually I do... 50 of 'em. :O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1041773152593685889?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1041773152593685889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1041773152593685889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1041773152593685889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1041773152593685889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html' title='A change.'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1956543271507508671</id><published>2009-11-10T12:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:50:21.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that one great blessing of living in New York is that we get to go apple picking each year. It is awesome! Ty and I went with my Uncle Keith aka Poppy &amp;amp; Aunt Judy. This is the third year that we've gone with them to a really neat orchard about a half hour from where we live. We picked 3 1/2 bushels of Ida Red apples and the really great part is that it only cost $24.00. We got an Awesome bargin &amp;amp; a great time rolled into one. Here are a few pictures of my favorite apple picker... And a Bonus photos of Ty &amp;amp; Paisley &amp;amp; I after we returned home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'll be busy making applesause &amp;amp; canning. I'm so EXCITED. :O) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps... the date is all wrong. I really need a new camera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8GUqCkVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ruMFQd1xuSM/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402556044817895762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8GUqCkVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ruMFQd1xuSM/s320/Picture+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8WCTpAFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Wx29fZODxXw/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402556314770014290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8WCTpAFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Wx29fZODxXw/s320/Picture+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8s0ITeLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q76Rs_FmDMI/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402556706101360818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8s0ITeLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q76Rs_FmDMI/s320/Picture+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was such a good help, he carried the bag for me. What a little gentleman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm9Fud9MnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Sc0aANRBwhI/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402557134078292594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm9Fud9MnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Sc0aANRBwhI/s320/Picture+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty &amp;amp; Paisley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SvnHfLXqsXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lSUjfqphgEU/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568566449549682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SvnHfLXqsXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lSUjfqphgEU/s320/Picture+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A more recent picture of me... since all these are so outdated. I went back to bangs... first time in over 10 yrs... Ahhhhhhhh. So. the big question is ... do I look 19 again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Maybe you'd better not answer that. :O) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1956543271507508671?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1956543271507508671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1956543271507508671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1956543271507508671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1956543271507508671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-picking.html' title='Apple picking'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Svm8GUqCkVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ruMFQd1xuSM/s72-c/Picture+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4286385053675457858</id><published>2009-11-09T08:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:59:56.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMMMMMMMMM....</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not quite sure what to talk about, but I feel like I should update, so I guess I'll just ramble on &amp;amp; let the spirit move me. The first thing that comes to mind is my surgery. It went well. I suppose I'll fill you in on that. We stayed in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blossvale&lt;/span&gt; at Scott's mothers so that we could leave from there instead of home. I was up super early, and just anxious to get the whole thing over &amp;amp; done with. We arrived at the hospital &amp;amp; Scott dropped me off at the registration door so that I could let them know I was there &amp;amp; he could park the car. I made it to the desk and the lady asked my name &amp;amp; I had such a lump in my throat that I couldn't speak.... It was one of those if I talk I'm going to cry moments; so I just looked at her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I cried... great huh? By that time Scott was there. I checked in was escorted to my room. I went to the 3rd Floor. That's also Labor &amp;amp; Delivery. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to take me to my room, which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to be the exact room that I requested I not be in. It was right next to the the nursery &amp;amp; where the glass was so that everyone could look at the new arrivals. Now, not to sound rude but I just didn't want to witness this after just waking up from a hysterectomy that I wasn't thrilled about having. I had a few thing that needed to be done, IV etc. That was a ball of "Fun" too. You'd think after having 8 previous surgeries that I would be a pro... well I told the nurse that my IV needed to go in the top of my left hand, and explained that they've had a very difficult/ impossible time getting them started anywhere else. She on the other hand thought I had "GREAT veins" and that she could get it on my forearm where it wouldn't "hurt". So, being the push over that I am, I agreed to let her try. Well that was a huge mistake, I was right. She hit a valve in my arm &amp;amp; couldn't go any farther, she wiggled it around etc. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. to the point that I nearly tore Scott's hand off &amp;amp; he even said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOOO&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" as he was watching her. After a few minutes of "Don't cry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hunny&lt;/span&gt;, I'm almost done" She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reluctantly&lt;/span&gt; went to my left hand where it easily went in the first time. I hate to say "I told you so".&lt;br /&gt;There was Nurses manager that came in to introduce herself. She was great, and she promptly said. "Mrs. Williams, I've looked at your chart &amp;amp; you will be moved to another room when you return from surgery". That made me feel like someone noticed. I told her that it wasn't a big deal now, that I was already here but she said the change would be made.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Scott &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; me down stairs where we said our goodbye &amp;amp; I was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;The surgery went as planned, I woke up in a new room, to find my mother, sister &amp;amp; Scott all relieved that I was alright. They moved me as far as they could from the nursery, I was actually in Pediatrics &amp;amp; there was a boy next door who had just had surgery too, it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;heart wrenching&lt;/span&gt; to hear him call for his mother. He sounded just like Ty. A few hours later the nurse came to me &amp;amp; said that pediatrics was admitting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of children and that they'd need my room, so they asked if I minded going back to the first room- at that point I really didn't mind. I figured if that little boy was tough enough to go through surgery I could suck it up &amp;amp; stay in that room . I stayed that night &amp;amp; was released the next day. My recovery has been pretty well. I thought that it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; that I actually went into the hospital in more pain that I came out with or that I've had since. I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the ladies from church that brought dinner or came for a visit. I saw the Dr. for my 2 week follow up &amp;amp; he said that thing were going well. So, for now I'm just taking it easy &amp;amp; enjoying my next couple of weeks off with Ty. It seems to be going by faster than I thought it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4286385053675457858?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4286385053675457858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4286385053675457858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4286385053675457858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4286385053675457858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='HMMMMMMMMMMMM....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-6188896304994895244</id><published>2009-11-01T07:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:49:21.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween/ Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween... well that was interesting. It almost didn't happen in our home. To start things off, Ty at the last possible minute decided that he was going to be a cowboy. I thought that he was going to be a fireman again &amp;amp; just wear last years costume. I know that probably sounds like some sort of child abuse to many folks, however after just having surgery &amp;amp; really not being able to do a whole heck of alot yet; I thought that recycling last years costume was a terrific idea. But I suppose Ty, like all 3 year olds had other ideas. So I do what any good mother would do and say "Uhhhhh... Okay.... Mommy will make you be a cowboy" when inside I was thinking "Great...how am I going to pull this one off." My next thought is Oh wait this might not be too bad, he has jeans, cowboys wear jeans, he has a chamois shirt, that will work... cowboy boots... nope. well... no one would notice right? I then think a cowboy needs Chaps, I don't happen to have a ton of extra leather laying around so I go to the next best thing. My closet. I knew that I had a brown cordoroy shirt, that just might work. I get the shirt, get the sciorrs, &amp;amp; get to work. I also found a brownish hand-me-down T-shirt that Ty hadn't worn yet, so that got the scicorrs too (because every cowboy needs a vest). I lined the chaps with some denim fabric I had and went to work. The next call was to my cousins, they have 3 boys &amp;amp; I knew that'd be able to help. The offered a bandana, holster, a "six shooter" and a long gun. We added a cowboy hat that Scott had a ta-da... we had oursleves a genuine, authentic looking cowboy. I think all and all it turned out way better than I had orginally thought it would &amp;amp; I had a happy boy on my hands. I have a feeling that Ty will be getting lot of use out of this outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su196LVQWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YqeOgUvd6wQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399109966714919346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su196LVQWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YqeOgUvd6wQ/s320/Copy+of+Copy+of+Picture+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1-E2_VLcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PB4VmA07NOo/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399110150232812994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1-E2_VLcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PB4VmA07NOo/s320/Copy+of+Picture+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1-tF42uwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w3yj3c2DowE/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399110841426950914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1-tF42uwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/w3yj3c2DowE/s320/Picture+105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1_PLvUiZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dA_cODHBy24/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399111427113126290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1_PLvUiZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dA_cODHBy24/s320/Picture+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fall photo too. My family came up for a visit &amp;amp; were nice enough to take Ty out to play in the leaves. I managed to get out there and capture a few moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one of Ty is my favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1_0Zyi83I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d4meQC8kHqY/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399112066539910002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su1_0Zyi83I/AAAAAAAAAJw/d4meQC8kHqY/s320/Picture+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-6188896304994895244?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6188896304994895244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=6188896304994895244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/6188896304994895244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/6188896304994895244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fall-fun.html' title='Halloween/ Fall Fun'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Su196LVQWbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YqeOgUvd6wQ/s72-c/Copy+of+Copy+of+Picture+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1686692631846651376</id><published>2009-10-28T19:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:27:58.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The great Pumpkins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures of us carving pumpkins for Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujdWFOvl-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/OFy5n6W9pYA/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397807524834416610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujdWFOvl-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/OFy5n6W9pYA/s320/Picture+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty &amp;amp; Scott removing the tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujafuCp_vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/E_akoTM-eL8/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397804391873511154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujafuCp_vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/E_akoTM-eL8/s320/Picture+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ty &amp;amp; I. He wanted to make silly faces. He held me so tight it hurt. I could just eat him up. :o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujZiWwZzRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1U5n1v_1mVM/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397803337650916626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujZiWwZzRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1U5n1v_1mVM/s320/Picture+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott took his job VeRy sIerOusLy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujZRwEDpcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Txtf_mW9ewk/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397803052386461122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujZRwEDpcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Txtf_mW9ewk/s320/Picture+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Father like Son. This didn't look so dangerous when I was taking the picture... hine sight is 20/20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujbWnQ2_oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oO1-ccBeu6M/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397805334946840194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujbWnQ2_oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oO1-ccBeu6M/s320/Picture+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sujcocvaa5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-ld8LDN4jd4/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397806740871474066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sujcocvaa5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/-ld8LDN4jd4/s320/Picture+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The finished Product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujedYa7D8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/oWhSPtR3EWE/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397808749756485570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujedYa7D8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/oWhSPtR3EWE/s320/Picture+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujgaIONM8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ML8NE4nQlb0/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810892891829186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujgaIONM8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ML8NE4nQlb0/s320/Picture+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1686692631846651376?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1686692631846651376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1686692631846651376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1686692631846651376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1686692631846651376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-pumpkin.html' title='The great Pumpkins....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SujdWFOvl-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/OFy5n6W9pYA/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-7798353527514134414</id><published>2009-10-24T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:20:41.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The investigator....</title><content type='html'>Picture it, you're home on your day off, hair &amp;amp; makeup undone (not that I ever go overboard in that department), laundry is in the process of being sorted, washed, folded &amp;amp; put away, and you hear a knock at the door. At first I thought I was hearing things, it was at the breeze way door via the garage, and anyone that know us that comes in that door usually knocks &amp;amp; comes right in. So I ignored it thinking a family member would be strolling through at any moment. Anyone else would use the front door, which was open right? Wrong. Ty yells "Mommy someone is here" So I rush to the door to discover a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gentleman&lt;/span&gt; in a suit. He was alone so I knew he wasn't a new Missionary. :o)&lt;br /&gt;He says hello, introduces himself &amp;amp; then says you must be "A..." I say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adja&lt;/span&gt;" then he said and this must be Ty. Its pretty rare to have a perfect stranger come to the door and already know the names of your family members. It then dawned on me that he was the investigator from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SuL96SmXIJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lntg6_PrtZw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396154481410252946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SuL96SmXIJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lntg6_PrtZw/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheriff's&lt;/span&gt; Department. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SuL-Pfm55SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mHFMFv6n_pA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396154845679445282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SuL-Pfm55SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mHFMFv6n_pA/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;He wondered if I had a moment, so I invite him into through my breeze way AKA laundry area and into the kitchen. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apologizing&lt;/span&gt; all the way. I explained that I was having surgery the next day &amp;amp; was trying to prepare the house &amp;amp; get everything accomplished that I would be unable to do for the next few weeks. He was gracious &amp;amp; said that it was no problem at all &amp;amp; that the house really was finethat "he'd seen much worse" I must admit that it really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that bad, but its always the case to have a stranger stop by completely unannounced &amp;amp; you be completely unprepared. I think they plan it that way. He drove nearly an hour to get here not even knowing if I was home. But I suppose investigators don't call ahead. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I was supportive of Scott &amp;amp; his decision to become a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sheriff&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; if I understood that there would be many days, night, holidays etc. that our family would be without him. He even asked if I was prepared or given any thought that he might not come home at all someday. Talk about a speechless moment. I think I passed the test though, as I gave him the best &amp;amp; only answer that I could think of ... that no one is really prepared to loose a spouse at an early age or unexpectedly, but yes, that I understand that "could" happen. I also explained that if Scott gets the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; that I won't deny that it will be a HUGE adjustment for our family. Right now he home everyday around the same time, home each night for dinner, bedtime etc. But that we are supporting Scott because this is something he really wants. He isn't doing it for the pay- he makes about the same now- or the insurance- I carry it at work, but he has a real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; to do this. If that is what Scott wants then I am supportive of that, and even though it will require &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; from our family we are willing to do that for him. Its called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nodded&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; seemed to think that I had the right attitude. He's pleased with Scott and said that he was going to continue the background investigation &amp;amp; hopefully Scott would be placed near the top of the list. I told him that it was nice to see Scott Aka Mr. Calm &amp;amp; Collect actually be excited about something. Scott is about as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mellow&lt;/span&gt; as they come &amp;amp; I'm the emotional one (no laughing please) :O)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I'm excited that things seem to be rolling along for him. Keep your fingers crossed &amp;amp; I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-7798353527514134414?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7798353527514134414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=7798353527514134414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/7798353527514134414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/7798353527514134414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/investigator.html' title='The investigator....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SuL96SmXIJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lntg6_PrtZw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4709645151792942420</id><published>2009-10-10T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:05:38.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Op</title><content type='html'>A big dose of reality hit yesterday, you'd think that it would have come along time before this but apparently that isn't the way that my brain works.  Scott &amp;amp; Ty went along and waited most ot the day. I had to go to an appointment at the doctors office then head over to the hospital for pre-admissions testing.  The nurse was so kind.  She walked me through what to expect &amp;amp; that's were I got a bit chocked up (of course) I've had months &amp;amp; even years to get a grip &amp;amp; yet I deny reality until that that moment.  She said how they would do a few things then get me on the stretcher, cover my hair with the cap &amp;amp; they'd give me a chance to say goodbye to Scott, that's when I lost it. I'm such a visual person, so I instantly pictured it all &amp;amp; it was like watching a Lifetime movie :o)&lt;br /&gt;The day will start super early. We have to be at the hospital at 5:45 that morning (we'll have to leave our house about 5:00 to be there on time), then they'll send me up to my room &amp;amp; begin my IV/ antibiotics etc.  The surgery will start about 7:45 &amp;amp; take about 2 hours, then I'll be in the recovery room for a while, &amp;amp; then I'll be back in my room.  They said that I'll have to spend the night &amp;amp; start eating the next morning, I have to keep something down &amp;amp; be able to manage my pain before they'll send me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have tons of things to do before Thursday, so I better get at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4709645151792942420?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4709645151792942420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4709645151792942420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4709645151792942420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4709645151792942420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-op.html' title='Pre Op'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-8849361419931814346</id><published>2009-10-04T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:52:47.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery....</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't told very many people, but I'm going to be having surgery on October 15 &amp;amp; its coming up fast.  Soon after having Ty my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; told me that I would need to have a complete hysterectomy &amp;amp; to give her a call when I was ready. I went in mid August, for my routine exam that I've been putting off for some time. I think it was because in my heart of hearts I knew what would happen, hence me putting off my apt. It was such a hard decision that I couldn't bring myself to make. So in I stroll to my apt. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to see my old Dr. there (another one in the practice) He didn't mess around. I told him what had been going on, &amp;amp; he put everyone into action. He had is Tech stay through her lunch to scan me only to find me full of things that shouldn't be going on. A cyst, fluid, an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inflammed &lt;/span&gt; tube, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;endometriosis&lt;/span&gt;...etc. etc....... the usual story.  My right ovary has decided it wasn't needed any longer &amp;amp; has started to shrink. The doctor described it as dying inside &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abnormally&lt;/span&gt; small. Perhaps that is why I've &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;consistantantly&lt;/span&gt; gained weight &amp;amp; had other issues going on. After he tells me all this , he walks me into his nurse that schedules surgeries &amp;amp; says that pretty much enough is enough &amp;amp; that its time to do the hysterectomy. They wanted to do it the next week, but I put it off as late as I could so  so that I can give myself time to grieve. It really sucks when you've been given this body to be a steward over &amp;amp; you can't decide how it works, or what parts to keep... if that makes any sense. I was so down about it, so just plain angry &amp;amp; mad, sad... the works. I suppose it just doesn't seem fair, to be so young &amp;amp; have everything together yet have no control. We went through so many failed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; attempts before we were blessed w/ Ty, &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; seems cruel is that we were thinking we'd try it again... Just so I could tell myself that I did everything I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;. It seems like a cruel joke or something. I suppose it is a blessing though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; my ovary wouldn't have produced &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;follicles&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; our changes would be that much less. My mother in law told me that I should be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;, that I have Ty &amp;amp; he's more than most people have, I know this, but I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; someone is dangling a candy bar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me saying... you had a bite of this... it was good huh? well... now you can just look at other people enjoying it. I hope that doesn't sound awful. I'm so afraid of waking up after the surgery &amp;amp; feeling such a loss, &amp;amp; trying to show everyone else around me that I'm "OK" &amp;amp; not sad. I just don't think it will happen like that. But anyhow, I'm  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gearing&lt;/span&gt; up now for next Thursday... I've made a list of things that I'd like to try &amp;amp; get done, since I'll be out of work for about 6 weeks &amp;amp; not able to do very many things &amp;amp;  really am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for all of my blessings.  I know that I have many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; family that will help me through what will be a difficult time. Anyhow I'll keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-8849361419931814346?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8849361419931814346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=8849361419931814346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8849361419931814346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8849361419931814346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/surgery.html' title='Surgery....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-8606393871790619436</id><published>2009-10-04T12:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:31:46.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjY381PD9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RomNYgISZis/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388795409882615762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjY381PD9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RomNYgISZis/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjYSX6b-tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OwPp9UALddY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388794764317162194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjYSX6b-tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OwPp9UALddY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty at the Creek... it was freezing &amp;amp; he wanted to be in the water. Brrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjXyEdR-uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xphduvjgSoQ/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388794209338784482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjXyEdR-uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xphduvjgSoQ/s320/Picture+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty in the Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjarK8cE-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DgPuRi0X_v8/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388797389355881442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjarK8cE-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DgPuRi0X_v8/s320/Picture+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being silly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-8606393871790619436?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8606393871790619436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=8606393871790619436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8606393871790619436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8606393871790619436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SsjY381PD9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RomNYgISZis/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-61025527669104786</id><published>2009-10-04T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:57:13.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Scott had his interview on Friday, he was so excited... which is always neat, since he doesn't get excited about very many things.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;investigator&lt;/span&gt; told him that it looked pretty good for him &amp;amp; that now the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt; check begins.  He'd start the academy in January, so its certainly one step closer.  I really hope that it works out for him, I know that it something that he wants so badly. I'll be a nervous wreck, but I'm sure I'll get used to it.  Anyhow, keep your fingers crossed for him I'll be sure to keep you all posted. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-61025527669104786?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/61025527669104786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=61025527669104786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/61025527669104786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/61025527669104786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/10/scotts-interview.html' title='Scott&apos;s Interview'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1630023918088792038</id><published>2009-07-27T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:11:15.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3P9FkHv_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/G2AdgK1vTy8/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are just a couple of snapshots. Ty has been doing so well with his new glasses. It definatley took some getting used to but now he's doing great. We decided to take a picture of Ty &amp;amp; mommy sporting their frames.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3Pql4iJXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pxiDNKZXEV8/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171061898814834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3Pql4iJXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pxiDNKZXEV8/s320/Picture+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other one is Scott &amp;amp; Ty being goofey after dinner.  Scott's giving him his famous Bear hug. (that's why his faces is so cheesy!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3QVqnKDoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZvBDtnFaFA/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171801902485122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3QVqnKDoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xZvBDtnFaFA/s320/Picture+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please forgive me for the date being all wacky! The batteries are constantly dying &amp;amp; the date wasn't reset. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1630023918088792038?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1630023918088792038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1630023918088792038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1630023918088792038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1630023918088792038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/07/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3Pql4iJXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pxiDNKZXEV8/s72-c/Picture+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-2496929737502660726</id><published>2009-07-27T11:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:12:26.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Scott!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so excited to announce that Scott got back his score.... he got an 80% which means that before long he might be working for the.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3NU3tC8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sxDFbp34q6w/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363168489702093202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3NU3tC8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sxDFbp34q6w/s320/header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ty &amp;amp; I are so proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll be notified within the next couple of months to begin the next phase; which will be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;endurance&lt;/span&gt;, drug &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be sure to keep you posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cross your fingers for us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-2496929737502660726?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2496929737502660726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=2496929737502660726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2496929737502660726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2496929737502660726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/07/congrats-scott.html' title='Congrats Scott!'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Sm3NU3tC8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sxDFbp34q6w/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1904299303075506131</id><published>2009-07-12T18:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:15:59.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's new look....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty's has glasses. This was quite an adventure!(I imagine it will continue to be) Since I work for Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poulin&lt;/span&gt; I knew that Ty needed to be seen for his eye exam at age 1, 3 &amp;amp; 5. Well, I needed to have mine done as well so off we went. Much to our surprise Ty's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; exam came back showing that he would wind up needing glasses. His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; is quite high, when we got into the exam room Ty decided that he didn't need Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poulin&lt;/span&gt; to examine his eyes so, Scott took him in two days later for a follow up. Much to my chagrin Ty sat like an angel with his Daddy &amp;amp; let the doctor do everything needed to confirm that he did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; have a pretty high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; that needed attention. My heart felt so sad that my little guy who seemed to have perfect vision needed them. I almost felt like I was neglectful for not noticing something sooner. On the bright side, we caught the problem early enough, which was great because usually by his age his eye would have begun to cross &amp;amp; gone lazy. I feel like we really are blessed to have caught it soon enough that that isn't a concern. Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poulin&lt;/span&gt; also said that it was good that we caught it before Ty started school, since the condition he hasn't wouldn't have been detected by a school nurse &amp;amp; would have manifested itself by Ty being a poor reader. So.... here is his new look... still cute as can be. Don't let the smile fool you, he'd had them for about 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. when this photo was taken. He's now realized that he doesn't love wearing them, but he'll get there. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357711252411123650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Slpp_2kUB8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9ad5uIvDDyE/s320/Picture+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of Sabrina &amp;amp; Scott's sister Jodi at a family BBQ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Aren't the beautiful? :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Slp7_tdXSjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/No-BFwiNh4M/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357731041175358002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Slp7_tdXSjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/No-BFwiNh4M/s320/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture... it looks so fun. Just one of those real candid moments where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all seems right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357707461100902258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SlpmjK1hF3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GfnYdg_QkEM/s320/Picture+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty &amp;amp; his Breena taking a spin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357729695248644290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Slp6xXfbeMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/apae7IXRfiU/s320/2864_77048024242_555094242_1638691_4699671_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1904299303075506131?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1904299303075506131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1904299303075506131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1904299303075506131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1904299303075506131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/07/tys-new-look.html' title='Ty&apos;s new look....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/Slpp_2kUB8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9ad5uIvDDyE/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-5015483304965316223</id><published>2009-06-27T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:21:13.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Days....</title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm actually writing alot lately.  Today I just want the world to know that I am greatful for ordinary days, because it can change all too quickly. A friend of mine found out that her 2 1/2 year old neice was diagnosed with cancer, her poor family just thought that she had a stomach bug of sorts.... its stage 4 and all through her. So sad.  Ty is just 6months older than her. At what point is it that you look at your children &amp;amp; say ahh.... it okay, your a healthy happy child &amp;amp; you will grow up to be a happy healthy adult, then suddenly as you can snap your fingers it changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I get the news that a co-worker of mine from Dr. Poulin's passed away.  He was in his early 50's &amp;amp; had a heart attack on his way in to work.  He was such a super person... really nice, fun, always smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I can't  imagine, starting out my day... getting ready for work... rushing out the door &amp;amp; dying alone on the way. Its tragic, but we all do it. We rush here, rush there, are sure that we'll return to the same monotonous day later &amp;amp; take it all for granted. Its like some sort of false sence of security that we all fake.  We hurry out, becuase something else takes precedence, which is fine... that's part of life, but really, I think we all take for granted that things will be the same when we get back.  I'm greatful for my family, for the fact that in my head I've decided that I will not die alone in my car, on my way to work.  I am greatful that I have ordinary days, where life isn't constantly crazy, that it is in a sense Ground hogs day... &amp;amp; we repeat the same old same old... because someday, whether we choose to believe it or not, it won't be.   I am the first to admit that I hate change, though lately its dawning on me that I have to get used to it. Change is inevitable, whether I like it or not.  So I might as well, not take this life I have for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-5015483304965316223?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5015483304965316223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=5015483304965316223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5015483304965316223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5015483304965316223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/ordinary-days.html' title='Ordinary Days....'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-2308938551828918515</id><published>2009-06-24T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:41:30.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To work or not to work.... that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, ordinarily I don't post this much, but since Ty is napping (I hope) &amp;amp; I had something on my mind, I thought I would... besides this is my "journal" right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow... I got called into the office yesterday, my boss has pretty much stated that she wants me to go full time. She's pleased with my work, and could really used my help etc..... For most people this probably would be a great thing, especially since work is so hard to come by for so many people. But... for me its a bit harder than that. I'm not so sure that I could handle it. I sound like a bit of a baby, but I haven't worked full time since Scott &amp;amp; I were married nearly 7 years ago. On top of that, with all that I went through to have Ty I know that I need to treasure the time that I have to spend time with him. There are perks to going a full 40 hours though, Great insurance, better retirement, more money coming into the house which will help us immensely. I just am worried about the toll it will take on my family. I'm not so sure how Ty would handle being with a sitter that often. I feel like until Scott's job situation stabilizes that this might be the blessing we've been waiting for, though I'm concerned that it could also be a test to see which I'll choose, work or family. Until now, I've felt that working part time was really the best of both worlds. I deal horribly with change, but am afraid that its an opportunity that i can't afford to pass up right now. The good thing is, it wouldn't begin until August, so that will leave me most of the summer (a month and a half) to spend with Ty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really feel as though I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. It would be great if this change were to happen next year, when Ty would begin Pre-K for half of the day, but that's not the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I have a hard decision to make.... I just hope its the right one. Wish me luck~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, here's a more recent picture of him too... he's not paying any attention, my sister in law took it at a family BBQ. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350965847264188162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SkJzFmNt1wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d5kll9Dws4E/s320/ty+6-20-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-2308938551828918515?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2308938551828918515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=2308938551828918515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2308938551828918515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2308938551828918515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-work-or-not-to-work-that-is-question.html' title='To work or not to work.... that is the question'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SkJzFmNt1wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d5kll9Dws4E/s72-c/ty+6-20-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1848752799232021954</id><published>2009-06-22T08:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:22:46.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived. I know it probably sounds dorky but I was feeling nervous about it all week. Ty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; to go into nursery so he tagged along with me, which may not be so bad since he'll be in there in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be his sunbeam teacher... that may be tricky since he's so clingy with me, but it may be a good transition for him.&lt;br /&gt;Singing time was neat. They teach the kids one line at a time, so maybe I'll learn some of the primary songs. Then we did a little craft with them for fathers day. I'm not sure if this is the norm, so just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it was a special day. After that we went to our individual classes. I learned that 40 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; is a long time to occupy small children, this is probably going to be the biggest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; for me. There are about 4-5 kids that will be in there, one of the little girls took me right by the hand, which made me feel great, since I've never thought of myself as someone who little children are drawn too. After the lesson we went in for closing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; with all of the children from Primary, that again was nice, They had new children so they sang some sort of Welcome song, that everyone seemed to know. I actually felt out of place, then they sang happy birthday, so I thought great... I know happy birthday... but not this version, that's when I wanted to cry. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it &amp;amp; feel better soon. I'm going to search online for ideas for the kids &amp;amp; the neat thing is that I have Ty &amp;amp; we can learn together. There is a great presidency so that will make it nice. They are all women that I feel very comfortable with, they all have great personalities and are so sweet to the children. Like anything new it just takes time to adjust. With team like that I'm sure I'll love it before long. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1848752799232021954?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1848752799232021954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1848752799232021954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1848752799232021954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1848752799232021954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/primary-jj.html' title='Primary'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-6033532442516448551</id><published>2009-06-22T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:54:35.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>So, Father's Day.... it was interesting.  Ty woke up early all on his own, which was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miraculous&lt;/span&gt; since we'd been out WAY to late the night before.  He was so sweet.... he went into our bedrooms with his cards in hand &amp;amp; woke up his Daddy.  Here's the funny part, he climbed up on our bed &amp;amp; said "Happy Mother's Day Daddy" of course, I got quite a kick out of it. Scott said what did you say? Again Ty proclaims "Happy Mother's Day Daddy!" I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to laugh even harder. Once again Scott &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;says's&lt;/span&gt; do you want to give it one more try? Again Ty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;says's&lt;/span&gt; "Happy Mother's Day!!!" I was laughing hysterically by this point.  Perhaps no one out there besides me thinks that this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comical&lt;/span&gt;, but he was so sweet &amp;amp; sincere wishing his dear '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; dad a happy day.  I took him into the store to get Father's Day cards &amp;amp; it really made me notice just how big he's getting... he picked out the card all by himself.  The two of us looked so funny there in the card isle, laughing at the cards &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. It would have made a great commercial for hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a sadder one, this Father's day was difficult for me at church.  One of the speakers spoke about her father who had passed on, while she was young. This really tucked at my heart. My Dad is still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;, but My step-dad, the man who was so active in my life &amp;amp; does all things that dad's do isn't, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it was by his own choice.  I was 7months &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preg&lt;/span&gt;. when I got "the" phone call as to what had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.  Most days are good, &amp;amp; I don't get chocked up like I used to, but listening to that talk really got me.  Scott was sweet &amp;amp; drove me by our old house on our way home from church.  My sister's and I will usually put flowers there.  The odd thing is that when we drove by Ty said... "That house is bad" Its almost like he sensed it all.  At times I fell like I'm drawn too all that though, and all of the sad memories. Like I'm going to somehow discover all of the answers I want.  Though the fact of the matter is, its not going to happen.  I suppose the time has come to put all of that in the past. Its sounds so much easier that it actually is.  I try so hard to understand... but I'm not sure that I ever will.  SO I focus on Scott &amp;amp;  Ty and try to appreciate them being in my lives. I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for them, they bring so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; to me &amp;amp; cloud so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know the Lord put them in my life to help me through such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; times, &amp;amp; for that I am truly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-6033532442516448551?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6033532442516448551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=6033532442516448551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/6033532442516448551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/6033532442516448551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-73861671665260999</id><published>2009-06-15T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:03:44.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited but Terrified</title><content type='html'>Well, I've felt a feeling of change recently where church is concerned.  So, I wasn't surprised when I was called into the Bishop's office &amp;amp; asked if I would accept a new calling.  My current calling has been a teacher in the Relief Society, I've had that for about 5 years????  I've loved my calling.   I remember the first day I stood up there shook like a leaf, and lord knows that I've shed more than one tear standing up there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the class.  I am so sad that I'm being released.  I'm also sad that I'll no longer be sitting in Gospel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doctrine&lt;/span&gt; class with Scott. I've really enjoyed just having him next to me. It seemed that for so long I was by myself in there, and now that he's joined the church I feel whole. I understand that so many people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; while spouses are doing callings and serving one another, but now I'm part of that group, and change is so hard for me.  I'm sure that the day will come when I'm released from my new calling and will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saddened&lt;/span&gt; over that too.&lt;br /&gt;So, my new calling.... is in.... Primary... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;... is it crazy that I'm petrified? I'll be teaching the Sunbeams? I think? its the first class out of nursery. I didn't go through primary, obviously, so I have no clue what the songs are, what sharing time is, etc. etc...  I'll be Ty's teacher next year, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be interesting.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-73861671665260999?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/73861671665260999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=73861671665260999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/73861671665260999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/73861671665260999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/excited-but-terrified.html' title='Excited but Terrified'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4789185582520107470</id><published>2009-06-15T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:53:50.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute</title><content type='html'>Ty's been cracking us up lately. It must be his age &amp;amp; the fact that his wheels are constantly turning.  Yesterday we went to Grandma's after church, his Aunt Jodi was getting a glass of Ginger Ale, which Ty loves though he gets it rarely.  I asked him if he would like "a little" he replied. "No, I want a big one"  it may not be that funny to the rest of the world but the way he said it and his mannerisms really got us laughing. I love those kind of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny too the way his mind is constantly working.  We were playing on his bed the other day &amp;amp; he tenderly reached over to touch my eyebrows, and asked. "Mommy does Heavenly Father &amp;amp; Jesus have eyebrows?" I explained that they do, and that we look just like them.  What a great teaching opprotunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4789185582520107470?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4789185582520107470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4789185582520107470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4789185582520107470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4789185582520107470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4358917606370451523</id><published>2009-06-08T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:57:49.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've noticed several of my other friends have such nice blogs. I need to figure this whole thing out a little better. Not that I really believe too many people are reading it &amp;amp; are disappointed in my layout. :o) Maybe someday I can figure out how to print it into some sort of book &amp;amp; then have it as my journal, since I'm not so good at keeping one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life for us lately is pretty routine. We've planted our garden (the first one since we've lived here) &amp;amp; have been enjoying the nicer weather. Ty's loving the fact that he can pee outside. He's truly a country boy.  The other day Scott was doing yard work, Ty was out with him (of course) &amp;amp; some people were driving by waving &amp;amp; smiling. Scott turned around to find Ty with his pants down to his ankles peeing &amp;amp; waving proudly to the people.  He cracks us up.  He waves to everyone &amp;amp; loves when they wave back. or when the occassional semi will toot their horns. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's is growing so quick &amp;amp; has such a sweet personality.  On days when I don't have to work he'll usually hollar out to me &amp;amp; say  " mommy... come wake me up" he loves when I run in &amp;amp; kiss him all over.  I may have already written this but I just love it.  So I apologize if that's the case. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other neat thing is that he really is paying attention to things lately... both the good and the bad. While we were making cookies the other day he says..."Mommy, Heavenly Father &amp;amp; Jesus love me." I said glowingly "Yes, Ty your right... who else loves you?" he replied "Daddy &amp;amp; Sister Garry" . Sister Garry is our ward Primary President, &amp;amp; I believe Ty's new crush. She has 3 young children &amp;amp; they all love coming to our house &amp;amp; playing in the pond, but I have a feeling that Ty enjoys it more. A few weeks ago we had a similar converstation. We were riding in Scott's truck so we were all in the front &amp;amp; Ty was holding my hand,  I told him that I loved him, &amp;amp; he said . "I love you too mommy" I said... who else do you love, I assumed he might say Daddy, or grandma you know the usual... instead he says "Sister Garry" I had quite a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Ty goes to my Great Aunt &amp;amp; Uncles house 1-2 per week. Poppy as we call him has all kind of "great" things to teach Ty. For instance, when Ty began going there if he did anything inappropriate, he'd say "Excuse me" now Poppy has taught him to say "That's a good one" while holding up his thumbs. Nice huh?  And that's not all. Ty spent the evening with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa the otehr night. When he asked Grandma Sue what happend to her screen she explained that the neighbors cat had climbed up to it &amp;amp; put several small holes in it.  His reply "Damn Cat" That's right... our dear Poppy has taught Ty to say just about anything in that context... "Damn________fill in the blank (cat, dog, people if their riding in the car etc.)  The worst part is that he does it so inoccnetly. I its pretty hard to repremand him when all you want to do is laugh.  What's a mother to do? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott &amp;amp; I have been doing well too. He hasn't heard anything about the Sherriff's Dept yet, but we know that if its meant to be it will. He's back working at the Lumber mill. He was off for a few weeks &amp;amp; enjoyed some needed vacation.  We went camping with our friends for Memorial day &amp;amp; If I were a much better mom  I would have remembered the camera. &lt;br /&gt;I've been trying something new too. Grinding wheat. For alot of people this is probably nothing new, but I like it. I've been making all of our bread &amp;amp; even made whole wheat half moons &amp;amp; took them into work. They loved them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4358917606370451523?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4358917606370451523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4358917606370451523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4358917606370451523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4358917606370451523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-noticed-several-of-my-other-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-9114793249642565994</id><published>2009-05-09T17:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:07:45.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becuase&lt;/span&gt; lucky for us life seems pretty routine lately. Personally I find that to be a good thing. Its finally spring here &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;were're&lt;/span&gt; loving every minute of it. I love when the trees begin to bud. Its so refreshing to see the bright green again. We've decided to have a garden this year so we (Scott) :o)  Tilled the ground &amp;amp; were were pretty excited to see topsoil which for most people isn't  a big deal... but were we live your more apt to see rocks. We ordered the plants for it yesterday from a local nursery &amp;amp; for mother's day I just said that I'd like some herbs to add to some chives that I have. Scott went to take his test for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheriff's&lt;/span&gt; department today &amp;amp; on his way home he stopped &amp;amp; bought me herbs. I was tickled pink... It was so sweet of him to stop &amp;amp; think of me. Especially with having his test on his mind.  He said that the test went pretty well. We're keeping our fingers crossed that it continues in the right direction for him. He should hear by September.&lt;br /&gt;Ty is growing more and more every day. He's so sweet... today he said " Thank you, thank you mommy for making me this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sammich&lt;/span&gt;"  he also said the same to Scott as we planted the herbs... " Thank you, Thank you daddy... that was very nice of  you to bring us these presents." I hope that he always stays so sweet &amp;amp; thoughtful... I'm sure there will be times he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; won't but for now I'm enjoying every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-9114793249642565994?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/9114793249642565994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=9114793249642565994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/9114793249642565994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/9114793249642565994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-written-in-while-becuase-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-712126931494952853</id><published>2009-03-30T11:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:49:28.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darnest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I thought that I should update this, since it really is the only journal I'm writing. Maybe someday I can figure out how to print it all into an actual book... who knows if that's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; since I wrote last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty is potty trained. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; pretty quickly, I chose a day &amp;amp; told him that all of his diapers would be gone. I woke up early, took them all out of his room before he woke up . When he woke up I told him they were gone &amp;amp; that he had to wear his underpants. It was about a 20min struggle, but he said he would wear them if he could go to Grandma's house, so that's what we did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for grandma our family rises a bit earlier than she does. We roused her out of bed~ But she was gracious &amp;amp; very pleased that Ty had on his big boy underpants. We celebrated with breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty has been a great joy to us lately. He personality is really revealing itself. I have a feeling he is going to continue to have his good nature. He's usually in such a good mood &amp;amp; loving following Scott around. He LOVES his daddy &amp;amp; anything Scott's doing Ty isn't far behind.... literally. We went for a walk the other day, Scott stopped fast &amp;amp; you guessed it... Ty ran right into him. I just love the bond that they have, it really puts a smile on my face. A few days ago Scott was heading down stairs to work out, of course Ty asked him what he was doing. Scott's response was "Going to the moon" Ty said how he was going to run to the moon too. He headed for his boots, jacket &amp;amp; gloves &amp;amp; said the he was going to the moon "Alright Mommy... you can't go. You stay here" I laughed right out loud. He cracks us up. Apparently Scott wasn't moving quick enough &amp;amp; Ty went over &amp;amp; told him to hurry up that they had to get to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one.... My cousin Mark must have called him a "GOOF BALL" &amp;amp; Ty reply "Yes, Mark, I am a GOOSE Ball" again all we could do is laugh &amp;amp; say yes Ty you're a GOOSE ball alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a recent picture of my Goose ball "mowing" the lawn ... sorry the pics are lousey... I need a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319001859018033010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SdDkAm5ph3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6EhkuWaB1jA/s320/misc+pics+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319008109696144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SdDpscfcVYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CaNYqF7qAJo/s320/misc+pics+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's growing up way to fast... I know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Corney&lt;/span&gt; that sounds but I just wish one thing we could have more of is time. He is my miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Scott has applied to take the County Sherriff's exam, he's pretty excited about it &amp;amp; we are hoping that it all works out. He'll take the exam in May &amp;amp; we should know by November, its a ways down the road but we have a good feeling about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-712126931494952853?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/712126931494952853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=712126931494952853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/712126931494952853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/712126931494952853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids say the darnest things...'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SdDkAm5ph3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6EhkuWaB1jA/s72-c/misc+pics+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-5813828693445987308</id><published>2009-02-27T08:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:29:47.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Things have been going pretty well for us.  I think last time I wrote, I mentioned that I was going to put school on hold for a little while.  That was a very difficult decision, especially since I seemed to really be on a roll. I was pretty proud of my grades &amp;amp; the  accomplishments that I made, though I honestly feel that everything happens for a reason.  Things were kind of up in the air as far as Scott's job went, and truthfully that hasn't changed.  The lumber market isn't the greatest, but really what is.  It sounds so cliche, but with the economy what it is, everything has begun trickling down to middle America AKA the Williams family.  We are actually doing well.  I haven't quite figured it just how, but our bills are paid &amp;amp; we aren't doing without what we need. We even have enough to get Ty his favorite things on occasion.&lt;br /&gt; We're being faithful, paying our tithing and trusting that everything will turn out for the good.  It seems that everyday my testimony of being a Tith payer gets stronger.  I recently ran out of potatoes &amp;amp; since we live near a potato farm this is a bit unusual &amp;amp; if for some reason it happens, I just have Scott pick them up for me.   Well, as the price of everything has begun to rise, so have those.  I was thinking in the back of my mind that I needed to remind Scott that we needed potatoes. A few days later I was walking in our local supermarket. (I usually only buy what I absolutely need to since it the only store in the small town &amp;amp; prices are high)  Anyhow, as I was walking through the produce area I noticed a HUGE box of red potatoes that was marked down to $4.99. Apparently the bag had ripped open &amp;amp; they needed to sell them. The perfectly good potatoes were marked down so low, it seemed as though they were giving them away.  It must have been about 40-50 lbs of them!  It seemed as though they had a neon sign over them that said ADJA HERE IS YOUR BLESSING!  I know that this is probably a Corny little story to most people, but to me it proves that being faithful &amp;amp; at times frugal really pays off.  I'm sure that our little family will have difficult times &amp;amp; easier times, but for now we're 'holding our own'.  Perhaps if I had been over occupied with school &amp;amp; work, along with being a mom &amp;amp; a wife, I wouldn't have time to really find those type of "good buys" that seem to really help our family.  Nor would I have time to really notice the true blessings that our family has.  I am so  grateful for these moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-5813828693445987308?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5813828693445987308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=5813828693445987308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5813828693445987308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5813828693445987308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-1841538681075233830</id><published>2009-01-30T06:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:11:25.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The times they are a changin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I haven't written in a while &amp;amp; like the heading states there have been a few changes lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off , Ty Turned 3. It is so hard to believe, the time has more or less gone in the blink of an eye. We had a party for him &amp;amp; of course he loved it. We have so many great people in our lives that dropped what they were doing &amp;amp; decided to be here to celebrate with us. I made Ty's PB &amp;amp; Jelly cake (though,didn't look like it one it certainly did tasted like one) Here's a few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297053218585637922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SYLp1loi9CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bphNWBr-_uM/s320/Ty%27s+3rd+Birthday+Party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this one... My friend Ginny was running the camera &amp;amp; she took it at the perfect mometnt. I was off to the side getting choked up.  What can I say... I'm a sap. =o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297053216957224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SYLp1fkTV1I/AAAAAAAAADw/ZR23rZHMdJI/s320/Ty%27s+3rd+Birthday+Party+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one of the whole family... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297053228967120322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SYLp2MTrzcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JW-kqKEJNGE/s320/Ty%27s+3rd+Birthday+Party+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paisley, Myself, Scott, Ty, &amp;amp; Sabrina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297053225562651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SYLp1_n_vJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rge0W89GgsA/s320/Ty%27s+3rd+Birthday+Party+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I just had to post this one because I thought it was so precious... I love these kindof moments. I can't believe how tall Ty is though, its funny how he's just hanging there. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297053230069781282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SYLp2QalEyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2hEs2wGbLA4/s320/Ty%27s+3rd+Birthday+Party+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On another note, I'm no longer a college student... at least until fall.  Scott's job is a bit uncertain right now &amp;amp; he may have to work out of town for awhile, so with he schedule up in the air for now, I need to be more flexible with my time. So, for now, college is on hold again. I'm excited that I'll be able to finish book 9 of a series that I'm reading (The work &amp;amp; the glorgy- its a great series) I'll also have time for my Knitting projects &amp;amp; most importantly I'll have extra time to spend with Ty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and this is completely off topic too...but so far this year we've had 252inches of snow, once again my kitchen window is nearly covered up &amp;amp; I can't see who's pulling in the driveway. =o) I'll have to take some photos &amp;amp; post them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-1841538681075233830?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1841538681075233830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=1841538681075233830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1841538681075233830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/1841538681075233830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/01/times-they-are-changin.html' title='The times they are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SYLp1loi9CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bphNWBr-_uM/s72-c/Ty%27s+3rd+Birthday+Party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-164149875117868884</id><published>2009-01-13T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:13:54.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem I wrote for my family for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Our Family gathered at mom’s house this year&lt;br /&gt;All of us full of holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;This year had been a full one&lt;br /&gt;Many changes had gone round&lt;br /&gt;Yet through the good &amp;amp; bad times&lt;br /&gt;The most precious gift was found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a gift with a bow wrapped sweet&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t something to you’d trip over with your feet&lt;br /&gt;We each had someone to snuggle with at night&lt;br /&gt;To hold us and make our world feel bright&lt;br /&gt;We all were together, healthy, &amp;amp; glad&lt;br /&gt;So truly the best gifts were already had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t exchange stuff we really didn’t need&lt;br /&gt;Instead we had dinner, played games &amp;amp; laughed indeed&lt;br /&gt;We learned that Christmas is a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Showing genuine love,&lt;br /&gt;And giving your family a great big hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year &amp;amp; those to come please know&lt;br /&gt;As your running &amp;amp; romping &amp;amp; playing in snow&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t about presents and eating good treats&lt;br /&gt;It’s about kindness &amp;amp; showing appreciation for those you meet&lt;br /&gt;It’s about a Christ child &amp;amp; your family, to me that what’s neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord gave us the best gift of all&lt;br /&gt;He sent down his son-who was born in a stall&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Babe born that December night&lt;br /&gt;who filled up the world with his love so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many gifts that don’t cost a dime&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s only the giving of your time&lt;br /&gt;It’s just not the kind that you buy at a store&lt;br /&gt;For me Christmas is so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hugging your children ever so tight&lt;br /&gt;And tickling their toes as they giggle with delight&lt;br /&gt;Its saying “I’m here for you” to those who need a lift&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t have to be a very lavish gift&lt;br /&gt;Its remembering the blessings that you received through the year&lt;br /&gt;Its being appreciative for the family you hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have our quirks, our own way of doing things,&lt;br /&gt;Yet remember family of course, is the most precious of things.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to say I love you, even if you don’t see the need,&lt;br /&gt;This family is ours, ours yes indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-164149875117868884?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/164149875117868884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=164149875117868884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/164149875117868884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/164149875117868884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-i-wrote-for-my-family-for.html' title='The Poem I wrote for my family for Christmas'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-7883417102150552098</id><published>2009-01-13T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:10:42.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I spoke to my mom today and she mentioned that she'd checked my Blog &amp;amp; that I hadn't written lately. I forget that this isn't just my personal journal &amp;amp; that there actually is someone out there reading this occassionally. So, the holiday's were great. We had a great time with Ty &amp;amp; spending time with all of our family. We certainly do have alot of family, &amp;amp; I only wish that we could see them all much more often. Scott mentioned that this was our best Christmas that we've had together. I think part of it was that we're trying to get back to the basics &amp;amp; that Ty is so much fun. He really enjoyed opening up all of his gifts. Something else that was totally to cute for me was explaining to Ty the true meaning of Christmas. I had said that Christmas was when we celebrate Jesus's birthday. Let just say that Ty is very literal &amp;amp; doesn't forget anything. He thought that we should have cake &amp;amp; the whole nine yards. =o) I think that maybe next year we will make a birthday cake. The super cute part is that when we were getting ready to go to church Ty told me that Jesus would be there for his birthday party. I tried to explain it all but it's pretty much impossible to reason with a nearly 3 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also nice to see so much of Scott during the holiday's it may sound crazy but he works so much that we don't get to spend as much time with him as we'd like. This year Scott was off between Christmas eve &amp;amp; New Years. Needless to say he was stir crazy. I had to work several of the days, so that left he &amp;amp; Ty to spend the day's together. I came home one afternoon to find my house spotless, vacumed, dinner started, he was doing dishes &amp;amp; (yes there is more) he had finished putting the second coat of paint on our living room wall &amp;amp; put everything back in its place. I was astruck. I could certainly get used to that.... who couldn't. =o) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note I've finally signed up for my classes at my new college. I went to orientation but felt completely out of place. There was a gentleman who was 65 entering the same education program as I was, so that made me feel like maybe I wasn't too old &amp;amp; too busy to be making changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857570032066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SWzm7YLynyI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tn5LO4ak9lU/s320/SUNY-College-at-Oswego-A12378FE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-7883417102150552098?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7883417102150552098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=7883417102150552098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/7883417102150552098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/7883417102150552098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SWzm7YLynyI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tn5LO4ak9lU/s72-c/SUNY-College-at-Oswego-A12378FE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-6304363663152919919</id><published>2008-12-20T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:17:01.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote from Ty</title><content type='html'>Well, I had to laugh this morning. As we were preparing for my father's side of the family to come for our Christmas party I ask Ty to come in the bathroom so that I can brush his hair.  His response... "No mommy, you already did it... Yesterday." I laughed right out loud, I supose he still doesn't understand that some things just need to be done daily.  It reminds me of the saying... "Real cowboys don't take baths." I think that it'll just be one of many of those moments when I get a good chuckle out of things he says, &amp;amp; besides, it was pretty nice to take time &amp;amp; laugh instead of  stressing to make everything perfect for a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-6304363663152919919?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6304363663152919919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=6304363663152919919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/6304363663152919919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/6304363663152919919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/quote-from-ty.html' title='A Quote from Ty'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-3008219276428092830</id><published>2008-12-12T10:06:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:36:13.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Christmas Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This was quite an adventure, for some reason I had it in my head that as Ty got older it would be a bit easier to take is photo for our Christmas card. Needless to say I was wrong. He certainly has his own ideas on how to do things. Who knew that an almost 3 year old would care about what to wear &amp;amp; how to sit, but Ty does. He cracked me up. I think that they acutally turned out pretty nice, the hard part now is just choosing which to use. =o) I took them in color but LOVE black &amp;amp; white, (if you haven't noticed that yet) so I changed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's a some of our favorites....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKDJhtGJCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J4y_lqc3Qms/s1600-h/Copy+of+101_2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278925912921220130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKDJhtGJCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J4y_lqc3Qms/s320/Copy+of+101_2799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKDhooKCYI/AAAAAAAAADA/YWdyf17oobg/s1600-h/Copy+of+101_2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278926327096412546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKDhooKCYI/AAAAAAAAADA/YWdyf17oobg/s320/Copy+of+101_2819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKAKLTcePI/AAAAAAAAACg/Wehjj3kTDiE/s1600-h/Copy+of+101_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKA0Q8f47I/AAAAAAAAACo/VyqmmKySJ3k/s1600-h/Copy+of+101_2805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923348621910962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKA0Q8f47I/AAAAAAAAACo/VyqmmKySJ3k/s320/Copy+of+101_2805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKBqTvjlnI/AAAAAAAAACw/E4pORGutPsQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+101_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278924277085869682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKBqTvjlnI/AAAAAAAAACw/E4pORGutPsQ/s320/Copy+of+101_2814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-3008219276428092830?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3008219276428092830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=3008219276428092830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/3008219276428092830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/3008219276428092830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas-photos.html' title='2008 Christmas Photos.'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUKDJhtGJCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J4y_lqc3Qms/s72-c/Copy+of+101_2799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4582145102719603792</id><published>2008-12-12T09:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:05:03.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a college graduate! Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUJ9k8VjSgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bdN1VSVfLCE/s1600-h/mvcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278919786856925698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUJ9k8VjSgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bdN1VSVfLCE/s320/mvcc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its been a long time coming &amp;amp; truthfully by now I could have been a doctor. I just finished my last class yesterday, aced my final &amp;amp; became the first college grad in my family. None of my Great grandparents, grandparents, parents or siblings have finished. I like to think of it as me changing our family tree. Education is so important &amp;amp; though it took me years to complete, the point of the matter is that I did. I could have shouted yesterday as I left the campus. I hope that as Ty grows older he understands the importance of it. Many thing seemed to have been put on 'the back burner' lately, but it will all pay off in the future. My next step will begin taking classes in Oswego in January. I have hopes of becoming a teacher, I'm not quite sure what type of teacher... but I feel that as long as I continue to prepare myself I will be lead to what is appropriate for both my family &amp;amp; myself. Honestly the whole thing kind of brings me to tears. I feel that this is just the first step in my journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/SUJ9R7ZItfI/AAAAAAAAACI/0NQIYEAsBLQ/s1600-h/mvcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mvrcr.org/InternatinonalMile/mvcc%2520logo%25201color%2520w-text.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mvrcr.org/InternatinonalMile/about.html&amp;amp;usg=__eX7DKMWyL_1SodNm1bd-ZckqFhI=&amp;amp;h=1768&amp;amp;w=6445&amp;amp;sz=923&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;sig2=fxPqCfiUH0-NtNp6YyFAvA&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=bhitxLB1v0vN4M:&amp;amp;tbnh=41&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;ei=JXtCSeisEJfysAPVg_WzBA&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmvcc%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7DMUS%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mvrcr.org/InternatinonalMile/mvcc%2520logo%25201color%2520w-text.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mvrcr.org/InternatinonalMile/about.html&amp;amp;usg=__eX7DKMWyL_1SodNm1bd-ZckqFhI=&amp;amp;h=1768&amp;amp;w=6445&amp;amp;sz=923&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;sig2=fxPqCfiUH0-NtNp6YyFAvA&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=bhitxLB1v0vN4M:&amp;amp;tbnh=41&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;ei=JXtCSeisEJfysAPVg_WzBA&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmvcc%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7DMUS%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4582145102719603792?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4582145102719603792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4582145102719603792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4582145102719603792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4582145102719603792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-college-graduate-holy-cow.html' title='I&apos;m a college graduate! 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Winter came early here in Upstate NY!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrF0yF5plI/AAAAAAAAABg/x7XUVwRd8ws/s1600-h/FALL+PICS+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276747424008349266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrF0yF5plI/AAAAAAAAABg/x7XUVwRd8ws/s320/FALL+PICS+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrGx09fluI/AAAAAAAAABo/5eobkQAMLsU/s1600-h/FALL+PICS+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276748472750413538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrGx09fluI/AAAAAAAAABo/5eobkQAMLsU/s320/FALL+PICS+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-3272464662582318424?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3272464662582318424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=3272464662582318424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/3272464662582318424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/3272464662582318424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/hving-some-fun-in-snow.html' title='Having some fun in the Snow~'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrF0yF5plI/AAAAAAAAABg/x7XUVwRd8ws/s72-c/FALL+PICS+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-5697187207661796458</id><published>2008-12-06T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:33:22.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Sugar Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are are cookie making pictures... we had a great time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276745953044187074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrEfKUtx8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/QqdABqB0ZLo/s320/FALL+PICS+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took his job very seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276746306364594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrEzui3WoI/AAAAAAAAABY/8HS_RB6-eVw/s320/FALL+PICS+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-5697187207661796458?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/5697187207661796458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=5697187207661796458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5697187207661796458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/5697187207661796458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-sugar-cookies.html' title='Making Sugar Cookies'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STrEfKUtx8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/QqdABqB0ZLo/s72-c/FALL+PICS+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-8638233475849067519</id><published>2008-12-05T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:20:14.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting start to my day</title><content type='html'>Today started out pretty interesting. I woke up dreaming about Igneous rocks... pretty interesting stuff huh? Let me explain; I'm currently enrolled in a Geology class and I had an enormous test yesterday; apparently it was still on my mind. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I was coming out of my groggy stupor, I realize that my darling son is standing over me telling me that I need to wake up and make "me and daddy eggs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peeez&lt;/span&gt; mommy" "wake up mommy... go cook". I roll over to discover that its only 4 am! I've come to realize that we all have roles in our family and apparently mine is to make breakfast in the wee hours of the morning. Needless to say, I didn't give in to his request. Scott came in about 5 when he was leaving for work and informed me that I still had a very wide awake son, and that I should probably get out of bed. Ty is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a morning person like his daddy. I thought I was a morning person as well, though I'm more 7am than 4am morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with waking up to my bright-eyed- &amp;amp; bushy-tailed son, I woke up to 2 feet of snow and counting, it seems odd to have so much snow this early in the year, though it really does look pretty (as long as I don't have to drive in it). The School District decided to have a snow day so Ty was able to play outside with his cousins Mitchell &amp;amp; Mark, they are in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, but are so sweet with Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided that we would make some sugar cookies, since we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindof&lt;/span&gt; getting in the holiday mood. Luckily for me; the dough needs to chill for at least an hour, which is the perfect amount of Ty to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose that I should take full advantage of him "resting" as we like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll even walk out to the edge of the driveway and take a few photos of our Winter wonderland to post.&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-8638233475849067519?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8638233475849067519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=8638233475849067519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8638233475849067519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8638233475849067519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-start-to-my-day.html' title='An interesting start to my day'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-4412827843156650999</id><published>2008-12-02T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:38:49.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty &amp; his big sister Sabrina aka "Breena"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275325655017022946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STW4u73LZeI/AAAAAAAAABI/WAbRZnq9hvs/s320/ty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275325363492044914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STW4d92NQHI/AAAAAAAAABA/znNvOYrJZ-s/s320/m_a3deb2ea86308651d26bfcbbf72a923b+(resized).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-4412827843156650999?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4412827843156650999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=4412827843156650999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4412827843156650999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/4412827843156650999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/12/ty-his-big-sister-sabrina-aka-breena.html' title='Ty &amp; his big sister Sabrina aka &quot;Breena&quot;'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STW4u73LZeI/AAAAAAAAABI/WAbRZnq9hvs/s72-c/ty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-2505949143776761146</id><published>2008-11-30T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:16:23.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ty's milestone</title><content type='html'>Yay!!! Okay, so I know that today is only day one of this whole blogging thing &amp;amp; that I already wrote today~ but I had to let everyone know that today Ty had a milestone.  Let me first start off by saying that we've been trying to potty train him for a while, on his own terms.  All of the ladies at church have said that their son's were well on their way to 3 years old before they got the knack of it.... well here is the good news.  He's been peeing for a while now off and on but today Ty woke up from his nap crying telling me that he had to go potty, he walked right in the bathroom and did it #2!  Now I know that those of you out there probably don't care that we're on our way, but to us this is MAJOR news.  Needless to say we had a little bit of a flushing ceremony followed by his favorite bribe&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;THE POPSICLE... &lt;br /&gt;Please cross your fingers for me that this wasn't just a fluke. =o)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-2505949143776761146?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2505949143776761146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=2505949143776761146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2505949143776761146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/2505949143776761146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/11/tys-milestone.html' title='Ty&apos;s milestone'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602631475928212858.post-8761376540126155253</id><published>2008-11-30T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:19:40.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, this is my first blog. I'm not quite sure just where to begin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty new at all of this, but in a way I think I'm going to treat it as a journal &amp;amp; of course a great way to keep in touch with all of my dear friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well where to start... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 28, been married 6 years to my best friend Scott... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been blessed with our beautiful son Ty. Doctors said that they were'nt sure we/I would ever concieve a child. However my Heavenly Father decided otherwise. Nearly 3 years ago after several attempts with a procedure called IVF we became parents. Ty has been exactly what I hoped for, he is tender, sensitive yet busy and fun loving. My greatest calling has been to be his mother. I love him more and more each day as he makes each new day so much fun. Its always an adventure but isn't it supposed to be? Here is a photo that a dear friends, Ed Carolla,  took when Ty was 9mo old. These are a couple of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274536968852096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STLrbW8YRWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HWYhEyJfJ_4/s320/917329-R1-06-18A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We took these in our front yard... The tub that he is in was my Great Aunts when she was a baby. A friend of mine said Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson would love it. =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274537605692343810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STLsAbW7RgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/D8dJD0Y6fr8/s320/917329-R1-22-2A+(resized).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602631475928212858-8761376540126155253?l=scottadjaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8761376540126155253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3602631475928212858&amp;postID=8761376540126155253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8761376540126155253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602631475928212858/posts/default/8761376540126155253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottadjaty.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-miracle.html' title='Our Miracle'/><author><name>Adja</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PL6DkH8vKeQ/STLrbW8YRWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HWYhEyJfJ_4/s72-c/917329-R1-06-18A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
