tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64556151035622460712011-04-21T15:23:01.413-07:00Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-9492492021232115482008-07-28T13:41:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:58:08.873-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SI4vUpAVbxI/AAAAAAAAARM/nxCyuZqMUSs/s1600-h/DSCN0485.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SI4vUpAVbxI/AAAAAAAAARM/nxCyuZqMUSs/s400/DSCN0485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228168249074872082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After a nine year break, I am going to start teaching again.  Fifth and Sixth grades... God help me! :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-949249202123211548?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-45011433813053444072008-07-24T23:00:00.001-07:002008-07-24T23:02:47.714-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SIlsLMG23mI/AAAAAAAAARE/QpJfW6A7kwQ/s1600-h/DSCN0405.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SIlsLMG23mI/AAAAAAAAARE/QpJfW6A7kwQ/s400/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226827782024519266" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She was jumping up and down, squealing away.  I don't know if she was pretending it was a horse or not, but it was fun watching her.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4501143381305344407?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-54342304671251644072008-07-20T21:21:00.000-07:002008-07-20T21:24:34.025-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SIQPCjBlvAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TAiJpNUfRKY/s1600-h/DSCN0383.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SIQPCjBlvAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TAiJpNUfRKY/s400/DSCN0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225318004092681218" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We went to a San Francisco Giant's game with some of the people in my church this week.  I wore my A's hat.  Haha!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5434230467125164407?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-20719648670544501532008-07-18T18:50:00.000-07:002008-07-19T18:51:58.069-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SIKaGSbgWhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/l5IMkfLBbtg/s1600-h/DSCN0372.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SIKaGSbgWhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/l5IMkfLBbtg/s400/DSCN0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224907950520293906" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I was a little bored today!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2071964867054450153?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-22678073016653956782008-07-15T16:22:00.000-07:002008-07-15T16:35:49.009-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SH00A0QMOxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wnDsQn_sLXQ/s1600-h/DSCN0369.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SH00A0QMOxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wnDsQn_sLXQ/s400/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223388331450841874" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is what I found last night.  We do not actually eat on this table.  Thank, God!  Haha!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2267807301665395678?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-89418847100098859772008-07-14T19:34:00.001-07:002008-07-14T19:37:01.008-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHwNAWi3uLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WHRjmE9dNAQ/s1600-h/DSCN0365.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHwNAWi3uLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WHRjmE9dNAQ/s400/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223063967545931954" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She is actually walking around, saying, "Yo-yo" with her little hands up.  I am sure her mom is very happy to have me as her nanny. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-8941884710009885977?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-11028489332254649562008-07-11T16:08:00.001-07:002008-07-11T20:29:40.011-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHgf3VM7bzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T6hd3A0jG9o/s1600-h/DSCN0344.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHgf3VM7bzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T6hd3A0jG9o/s400/DSCN0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221958803380727602" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Brendan had his last day of soccer camp today.  He had fun, despite the over 100 degree weather we have had all week.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1102848933225464956?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-59639980284468795642008-07-10T08:10:00.000-07:002008-07-10T14:01:01.928-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHYmsfPTr6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/37DssJzckdM/s1600-h/DSCN0316.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHYmsfPTr6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/37DssJzckdM/s400/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221403363724472226" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My "Baby" brother turned thirty-two on Monday.  He did not want a cake.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5963998028446879564?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-30982432196156507342008-07-09T13:51:00.000-07:002008-07-10T13:59:59.403-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHUtTuPHRcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HebN5pH9lQU/s1600-h/P7080001.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHUtTuPHRcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HebN5pH9lQU/s400/P7080001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221129159858144706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHUtT42RDrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qg886GFcUNs/s1600-h/P7080002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SHUtT42RDrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qg886GFcUNs/s400/P7080002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221129162706718386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is what happens when you play Scrabulous with your dad and the baby you are watching is in the other room, laughing and saying, "Uh-oh!"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3098243219615650734?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-37138527971278489422008-07-05T16:02:00.001-07:002008-07-05T16:04:03.032-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SG_9wFwI2jI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CBNMCvOiIcQ/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SG_9wFwI2jI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CBNMCvOiIcQ/s400/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219669495765326386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Brendan taking a break from swimming.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3713852797127848942?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-1541866950957514122008-07-05T16:00:00.001-07:002008-07-05T16:02:13.511-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SG_9RtujgXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/s1KbclltZ30/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SG_9RtujgXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/s1KbclltZ30/s400/DSCN0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219668973920158066" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We spent the holiday over at a friend's house.  Brendan has a blast.  This "kid" is pretty strong. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-154186695095751412?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-21690873032099281652008-06-30T10:32:00.000-07:002008-06-30T10:34:19.401-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SGkY55Dn09I/AAAAAAAAAPo/K6q2jnKBHj8/s1600-h/0913072139.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SGkY55Dn09I/AAAAAAAAAPo/K6q2jnKBHj8/s400/0913072139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217729026133054418" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They look so sweet, when they are asleep. (This was taken from my cell phone).</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2169087303209928165?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-29749359699920611712008-06-29T16:38:00.000-07:002008-06-29T16:40:13.140-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SGgdOqDLDuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sH4C76R8Fos/s1600-h/DSCN0142.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SGgdOqDLDuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sH4C76R8Fos/s400/DSCN0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217452305951690466" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's so much fun having a little girl around the house!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2974935969992061171?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-49810725298919900122008-06-24T16:39:00.001-07:002008-06-24T17:49:44.827-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SGGGKklI8KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rFoG7fLiREo/s1600-h/DSCN0136.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SGGGKklI8KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rFoG7fLiREo/s400/DSCN0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215597359648010402" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I painted the little girl's toe that I watch yesterday.  She was so proud of her toes!  Today, she was playing with my shoes.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4981072529891990012?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-59038383477748242292008-06-21T20:10:00.001-07:002008-06-21T20:13:25.366-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SF3DH-Hrb7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/us4FWU5PXcg/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SF3DH-Hrb7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/us4FWU5PXcg/s400/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214538485266608050" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He is such a cutie-patootie!  He can sing too!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5903838347774824229?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-25227703564606572122008-06-20T08:07:00.000-07:002008-06-20T08:12:10.099-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFvIfHCyniI/AAAAAAAAAPI/L_QCuhBUAJc/s1600-h/DSCN0037.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFvIfHCyniI/AAAAAAAAAPI/L_QCuhBUAJc/s400/DSCN0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213981430403735074" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These boys are the best of friends.  Sometimes, haha.</div><div>(TyTy, Brendan, and my nephew, Jared)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2522770356460657212?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-56739033717491565402008-06-19T08:53:00.000-07:002008-06-19T08:56:46.266-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFqBfMVGzwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OOhjWXOse7M/s1600-h/DSCN0011.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFqBfMVGzwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/OOhjWXOse7M/s400/DSCN0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621891520450306" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFqBf-RnNnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iMCEcZYRwjg/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFqBf-RnNnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/iMCEcZYRwjg/s400/DSCN0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621904927569522" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is what it is like trying to take my brother's picture.  I am always having to do it twice.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5673903371749156540?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-11462536822385333992008-06-18T10:42:00.001-07:002008-06-18T10:50:47.304-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFlKsN1oHaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8XDYxjmL_vU/s1600-h/P6070014.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SFlKsN1oHaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8XDYxjmL_vU/s400/P6070014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213280167147347362" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I do not know what is up with his face!  He is always doing this.  I guess he is sick of the many years that I made him smile for the camera!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1146253682238533399?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-24091284738540283232008-06-02T19:45:00.000-07:002008-06-02T19:47:31.338-07:00Guess What!?!  I am getting a new camera!  My ex found out that my was not working correctly, and knew that I cannot live without my camera, so he called and said that one was on the way!  I am so excited!<div><br /></div><div>So, soon, I will be back posting a picture everyday!  Yay!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2409128473854028323?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-65216154938292929832008-05-13T06:38:00.001-07:002008-05-13T06:39:14.980-07:00I will have to take a short break.  Well, hopefully it will be short.  My camera is not working so well :(<div><br /></div><div>I will still be checking your pictures!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6521615493829292983?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-90744537940823385592008-05-08T09:28:00.000-07:002008-05-08T09:30:10.664-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SCMqNEsJGRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Jl8M8dLkELI/s1600-h/P5070003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SCMqNEsJGRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Jl8M8dLkELI/s400/P5070003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198044799001237778" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Brendan had to have a tooth pulled yesterday.  It was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">traumatic</span> experience.  Here is a note he handed to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even "in pain," my little guy still loves me. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-9074453794082338559?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-81607801462382669902008-05-07T12:53:00.000-07:002008-05-07T12:59:50.184-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SCIJzEsJGQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8iMWg0EDFgk/s1600-h/P4290030.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SCIJzEsJGQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8iMWg0EDFgk/s400/P4290030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197727692975839490" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Since my camera is not really working "well," you are just going to get pictures that I took all in one day.  This should last about a week. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-8160780146238266990?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-17073163631309029912008-05-06T19:40:00.001-07:002008-05-06T19:42:36.283-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SCEWxZl5DwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PijCvuF42T0/s1600-h/P4290023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SCEWxZl5DwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/PijCvuF42T0/s400/P4290023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197460482901479170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He is making a face because the sun is in his eyes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1707316363130902991?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-90237821967467388312008-05-05T22:12:00.001-07:002008-05-05T22:15:23.174-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SB_o25l5DvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9IHJj8aV5WI/s1600-h/P4290009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SB_o25l5DvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9IHJj8aV5WI/s400/P4290009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197128524879171314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sorry I have not posted pictures lately. My camera is not working very well, so I do not take as many pictures as I used to. <br /><br />Guess what I am asking Santa for this Christmas? :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-9023782196746738831?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-6491067827738471902008-04-26T12:21:00.000-07:002008-04-26T12:23:30.198-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SBOBBJl5DuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-0NPaYeFfJQ/s1600-h/P4260006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SBOBBJl5DuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-0NPaYeFfJQ/s400/P4260006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193636652043013858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Brendan and his friend, Tyler, were going through a drawer of mine and found a old newspaper that I had bought on January, 17, 1991. If you know anything about history, that was the date that America “officially” went to War, the First Gulf War.</p> <p>A lover of history, I bought the paper to keep since it was really the first war that I would remember. I thought it would be “cool” to have it one day. I did end up showing it in my history classes, but it has been eight years since I have been a teacher, so I forgot about the paper.</p> <p>Until last night…. when Brendan saw it and said, <em>“Mommy, is this your paper you bought during the Civil War?”</em></p> <p>Dear God, no! Haha! I think I need to teach him a little more history! <img src="http://www.chelleyoung.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-649106782773847190?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-5903497108282010972008-04-22T08:14:00.001-07:002008-04-22T08:20:32.335-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4Bxpl5DqI/AAAAAAAAANk/kVtj6gFGCz8/s1600-h/P4150013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4Bxpl5DqI/AAAAAAAAANk/kVtj6gFGCz8/s400/P4150013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089372894760610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4Bypl5DrI/AAAAAAAAANs/2ULUxPmw2r8/s1600-h/P4150014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4Bypl5DrI/AAAAAAAAANs/2ULUxPmw2r8/s400/P4150014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089390074629810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4BzJl5DsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jY6vCUGuuCw/s1600-h/P4150015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4BzJl5DsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jY6vCUGuuCw/s400/P4150015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089398664564418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4Bzpl5DtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/k04L3N9R-bY/s1600-h/P4220005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SA4Bzpl5DtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/k04L3N9R-bY/s400/P4220005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089407254499026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Okay, I have to post the pictures from my other blog over here today because the files are too big for wordpress.<br /><br />I hope to get back to posting pictures on a regular basis soon.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The WWC is brought to you by <a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com">Tink.</a></span><a href="http://pickledbeef.blogspot.com"><br /><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-590349710828201097?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-27467960320113479312008-04-16T07:55:00.001-07:002008-04-16T07:56:59.175-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAYTku_G1bI/AAAAAAAAANc/DX6PIde4FIQ/s1600-h/P4160017.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAYTku_G1bI/AAAAAAAAANc/DX6PIde4FIQ/s400/P4160017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189857142400013746" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The kids having fun together before Brendan leaves for school.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2746796032011347931?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-80124417698913097712008-04-14T19:58:00.001-07:002008-04-14T20:01:34.446-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAQaGO_G1ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/pqf3sN4D3c4/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAQaGO_G1ZI/AAAAAAAAANM/pqf3sN4D3c4/s400/DSCN0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189301365041976722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAQaGu_G1aI/AAAAAAAAANU/nL2gn3Wuvec/s1600-h/DSCN0375.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAQaGu_G1aI/AAAAAAAAANU/nL2gn3Wuvec/s400/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189301373631911330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These are my nephews playing in a friend's pond.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-8012441769891309771?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-49486122065362139302008-04-13T17:34:00.001-07:002008-04-13T17:36:20.093-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAKm2-_G1YI/AAAAAAAAANE/yYD-aZJglBY/s1600-h/DSCN0445.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/SAKm2-_G1YI/AAAAAAAAANE/yYD-aZJglBY/s400/DSCN0445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188893184235066754" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is my grandpa (his wife was the one who just died).  He is the sweetest man I know.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4948612206536213930?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-40402345090446057712008-04-08T20:33:00.000-07:002008-04-08T20:34:37.428-07:00Since my grandmother's death, things have been a little crazy here. I have a bunch of pictures on my camera, but have not had time to upload them. I am hoping to this weekend. I will be back soon!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4040234509044605771?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-29020708667452735612008-04-03T08:59:00.001-07:002008-04-03T09:03:44.254-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_T_eM8jNjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yAqLzvbHwXY/s1600-h/P4030001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_T_eM8jNjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yAqLzvbHwXY/s400/P4030001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185049965346633266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_T_es8jNkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XQIyTBRWZgE/s1600-h/P4030002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_T_es8jNkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XQIyTBRWZgE/s400/P4030002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185049973936567874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I get to look at outside my bedroom window every morning. Well, at least for a few weeks before the flowers all fall off.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2902070866745273561?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-11944728847895080072008-04-02T14:19:00.001-07:002008-04-02T14:40:01.310-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_P4sM8jNiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q8wu_SxTeDc/s1600-h/P4010009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_P4sM8jNiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q8wu_SxTeDc/s400/P4010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184761034306696738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My neighbor invited Brendan and me to a Shark's game last night. They played the L.A. Kings, and beat them 5-2!<br /><br />It was the last home game of the season, and we had a blast! They even gave us Shark's Fleece Blankets for "Fan Appreciation Night."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1194472884789508007?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-21055921781880225332008-03-31T21:32:00.000-07:002008-03-31T21:36:29.237-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_G7X88jNgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wCCmyh5WwXw/s1600-h/P3200004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_G7X88jNgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wCCmyh5WwXw/s400/P3200004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184130666251630082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_G7YM8jNhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OvqD6uWeLJQ/s1600-h/P3200005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R_G7YM8jNhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OvqD6uWeLJQ/s400/P3200005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184130670546597394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our Grandma Bowen died tonight. She has had Alzheimer's for the past five years, and her body finally wore down.<br /><br />We are heart-broken, but we also know that she is in a better place, without anymore pain.<br /><br />I<span style="font-style: italic;"> will start posting pictures again soon. Sorry, I have been absent lately.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2105592178188022533?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-15681818542580280092008-03-26T16:21:00.001-07:002008-03-26T16:27:28.894-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-ra3s8jNeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HHITNPTcAT4/s1600-h/P3260001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-ra3s8jNeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HHITNPTcAT4/s400/P3260001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182194971735963106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-ra4c8jNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uN3_zEF2yfY/s1600-h/P3260002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-ra4c8jNfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uN3_zEF2yfY/s400/P3260002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182194984620865010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My friend, Debbie and I, met with another friend, Suzan, whom we have not see for ten years, today at lunch. It was so much fun "catching up." <br /><br />It is also compelling to realize that behind the "smiles" that there would have been such heartache through the past ten years. We have "grown up," since we met so long ago, yet we still feel like the same persons we were too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1568181854258028009?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-4420715214305643322008-03-25T12:17:00.001-07:002008-03-25T12:20:37.645-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-lP9c8jNdI/AAAAAAAAAME/e2SAk9TeQME/s1600-h/P3250002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-lP9c8jNdI/AAAAAAAAAME/e2SAk9TeQME/s400/P3250002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181760763427239378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My nephews and their friends have been collecting these cards for the past few weeks, and Brendan just started. He has about six of them, whereas the others have pages full. <br /><br />Brendan decided that he will try to collect change from anyone who enters or leaves our house. He is playing the piano right now, so it really looks like he is playing for "tips."<br /><br />God bless him. His birthday is in three weeks. Maybe I should get him some? :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-442071521430564332?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-61296663687405400462008-03-24T09:59:00.000-07:002008-03-24T10:02:15.804-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-feQs8jNcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YFFuxz-noTs/s1600-h/P3230003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-feQs8jNcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YFFuxz-noTs/s400/P3230003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181354274837444034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My son was given the new High School Musical Wii game from his aunt for Easter.  The boys had a great time.  Even my sister and brother-in-law got in on the action, but they would kill me if I posted their picture up on this.  Haha!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6129666368740540046?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-38182493858834398212008-03-23T20:22:00.001-07:002008-03-23T20:25:10.745-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-cet88jNbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6jR_CYNCeOg/s1600-h/P3220021.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-cet88jNbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6jR_CYNCeOg/s400/P3220021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181143671116084658" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry for the lack of photos the past few days.  Between visiting my grandma and getting the flu, I just had not had time.  </div><div><br /></div><div>I hope your Easter was a happy one!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3818249385883439821?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-50013889987381631832008-03-20T09:00:00.001-07:002008-03-20T09:02:45.019-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-KKTc8jNaI/AAAAAAAAALs/qr8013H8E6Y/s1600-h/P3060009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-KKTc8jNaI/AAAAAAAAALs/qr8013H8E6Y/s400/P3060009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179854588221797794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I took this picture about a week ago, but did not get a chance to post it. I am doing it today, because I have to go out of town this morning. My grandmother had to be put in the hospital and she is not doing well.<br /><br />I will "not cheat" tomorrow. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5001388998738163183?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-88402331565461311072008-03-19T07:51:00.001-07:002008-03-19T07:53:52.650-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-EozGzSimI/AAAAAAAAALk/rGZ8NylsvQY/s1600-h/P3190007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R-EozGzSimI/AAAAAAAAALk/rGZ8NylsvQY/s400/P3190007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179465904916957794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Isn't this one of the cutest outfits you have ever seen? I cannot stand it! Haha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-8840233156546131107?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-14613247869415791862008-03-18T06:00:00.000-07:002008-03-18T06:57:09.988-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R99IGGzSilI/AAAAAAAAALc/N9P8ijuCHSU/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R99IGGzSilI/AAAAAAAAALc/N9P8ijuCHSU/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178937366241512018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Okay, I am cheating today. I did not actually take this picture, but I was there when it happened. :)<br /><br />I hope you all have a Happy Easter!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1461324786941579186?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-63194173967075130082008-03-17T08:32:00.000-07:002008-03-17T08:34:00.989-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R96PUmzSikI/AAAAAAAAALU/sdi5TERp5cI/s1600-h/P3140002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R96PUmzSikI/AAAAAAAAALU/sdi5TERp5cI/s400/P3140002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734205698476610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She loves to color.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6319417396707513008?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-13773808367918110572008-03-16T20:46:00.001-07:002008-03-16T20:49:00.571-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R93pzmzSijI/AAAAAAAAALM/2JJ0n3L_gaQ/s1600-h/P3160012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R93pzmzSijI/AAAAAAAAALM/2JJ0n3L_gaQ/s400/P3160012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178552219344210482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a church activity tonight at a local pizza restaurant. It was crowded and busy, but a lot of fun. I snapped this picture of Brendan and his buddy. They were having a good time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1377380836791811057?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-57195729487139348762008-03-15T09:44:00.001-07:002008-03-15T09:46:07.608-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9v9H2zSiiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8q0UgLCZCqo/s1600-h/P3090003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9v9H2zSiiI/AAAAAAAAALE/8q0UgLCZCqo/s400/P3090003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178010508004067874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One of the times they are not fighting with each other. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5719572948713934876?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-91346349811815225022008-03-14T07:44:00.001-07:002008-03-14T07:49:01.311-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9qPymzSihI/AAAAAAAAAK8/a1sSnynq8vo/s1600-h/P3140008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9qPymzSihI/AAAAAAAAAK8/a1sSnynq8vo/s400/P3140008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608821187709458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Letter "T" Day. After all the thinking, he decided he wanted to be a teacher! A TEACHER! He is in a suit because he attends a Christian School and the male teachers all were suits (poor, guys)! Haha.<br /><br />All I can say is, I am so happy Spirit Week is over! Now, back to uniforms! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-9134634981181522502?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-34022500091162183152008-03-13T08:22:00.000-07:002008-03-13T08:27:49.654-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9lHDmzSifI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BDwWbnUpl9U/s1600-h/P3130001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9lHDmzSifI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BDwWbnUpl9U/s400/P3130001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177247373919947250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today is "Fake an Injury" Day. I was going to put band-aids all over him, but he refused to be covered in them. Haha.<br /><br />Whoever thinks of these "crazy" days needs to really get a life! LOL!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tomorrow is "Letter T" Day. They can be anything that begins with the letter "T." Any ideas?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3402250009116218315?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-81137004196821341472008-03-12T07:18:00.001-07:002008-03-12T07:23:36.083-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9fmmGzSidI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mpEt8UZQVys/s1600-h/P3110001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9fmmGzSidI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mpEt8UZQVys/s400/P3110001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176859839020829138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9fmmmzSieI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bTT7sZDBKVQ/s1600-h/P3110014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9fmmmzSieI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bTT7sZDBKVQ/s400/P3110014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176859847610763746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My brother took me to my first concert last night. It was a lot of fun. They both were great! But, I am so tired this morning! Haha!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There is no "Spirit Day" picture this morning. The day was "Grandparent's Day." You're supposed to dress up like a grandpa. How lame is that? I could not think of anything, so he is just in his regular school uniform. Yeah, call me "mother of the year."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-8113700419682134147?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-90920680707115272662008-03-11T07:36:00.001-07:002008-03-11T07:38:47.895-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9aZPGzSicI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2re_YWtg3Eg/s1600-h/P3110002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9aZPGzSicI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2re_YWtg3Eg/s400/P3110002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176493306511788482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sport's Day - We are SO not a Cardinal's fan, but he wanted to wear his baseball uniform today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-9092068070711527266?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-68643632456027889332008-03-10T17:49:00.001-07:002008-03-10T17:54:21.135-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9XYH2zSibI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rSuEgQ6hHf4/s1600-h/P3100001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9XYH2zSibI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rSuEgQ6hHf4/s400/P3100001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176280976213576114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My little "nerd" on Nerd Day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6864363245602788933?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-61772961785348529072008-03-09T21:37:00.000-07:002008-03-09T21:40:02.129-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9S7WWzSiaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yfZnksvmsTU/s1600-h/P3090004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9S7WWzSiaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yfZnksvmsTU/s400/P3090004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175967864507763106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I'M NOT TIRED!" </span></span><br />So he says to me five minutes before I snapped this picture. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6177296178534852907?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-43835802709725063372008-03-08T17:43:00.001-08:002008-03-08T17:45:59.489-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9NBBmzSiZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vhTRmEQ4cGI/s1600-h/P3060003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9NBBmzSiZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vhTRmEQ4cGI/s400/P3060003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175551892630178194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wish you could hear her talking away to Sydney. It ws so cute.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4383580270972506337?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-5966129638033906592008-03-07T08:34:00.001-08:002008-03-07T08:37:49.634-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9Fu4GzSiYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/E7UMWb6V9Vc/s1600-h/P3060004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9Fu4GzSiYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/E7UMWb6V9Vc/s400/P3060004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175039357002877314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was such a beautiful day, so the kids played outside. I was reading a book when I looked up as saw this sight. Thankfully, I had my camera next to me. I do not have the best camera so I could not zoom in really well, but I thought this was cute anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-596612963803390659?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-84343497121843651522008-03-06T09:27:00.000-08:002008-03-06T09:33:02.046-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9AqsHylGzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XF2iFcLJuCw/s1600-h/P3050006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9AqsHylGzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XF2iFcLJuCw/s400/P3050006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174682909342505778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9Aqs3ylG0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/RTlBK5liTms/s1600-h/P3050004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R9Aqs3ylG0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/RTlBK5liTms/s400/P3050004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174682922227407682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This baby was playing with my lamp shade (it had fallen off) and she put it on her. She looked hilarious!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-8434349712184365152?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-20929496252201301692008-03-05T15:25:00.001-08:002008-03-05T15:26:39.882-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R88sDXylGxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/o5w4JOW0c9M/s1600-h/P3050004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R88sDXylGxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/o5w4JOW0c9M/s400/P3050004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174402933309381394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Does it ever feel like one of those days?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2092949625220130169?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-18433882500006120492008-03-03T16:19:00.001-08:002008-03-03T16:30:14.255-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8yWIhm8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/poUqXYExGpI/s1600-h/P3010005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8yWIhm8Z3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/poUqXYExGpI/s400/P3010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173675145146689394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8yWJBm8Z4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BZ7-y-ogXNk/s1600-h/P3020006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8yWJBm8Z4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BZ7-y-ogXNk/s400/P3020006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173675153736624002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8yWJhm8Z5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kUOMcahStGE/s1600-h/P3020008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8yWJhm8Z5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/kUOMcahStGE/s400/P3020008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173675162326558610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am sorry I have been away for awhile. For one, I have been having problems with my camera, and have not been "getting out" to take pictures. There has not been any opportunities to take "non-boring" pictures, and my heart has not been into it.<br /><br />I was in Monterey this past weekend at a Ladies Retreat that was held by my church. It was a time to get away and have some "me time," so I feel rested and refreshed. Well, not really rested since I talked until almost two in the morning both nights with a close friend of mine. <br /><br />I have been to so many "Retreats" in the past, and this one is so different from all the rest of them. M will understand what I mean about not being taught on "how to be a better church member by doing things for your pastor." Really, it was so nice. :)<br /><br />Oh, and the ocean was beautiful!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1843388250000612049?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-11888110443966865832008-02-22T12:24:00.000-08:002008-02-23T12:28:15.726-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8CBb1aHoSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mfEEqQI8684/s1600-h/P2220019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R8CBb1aHoSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mfEEqQI8684/s400/P2220019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170274687414411554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A couple, young friends of mine were married tonight. It was a beautiful wedding!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1188811044396686583?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-9923484375783971272008-02-21T11:39:00.001-08:002008-02-21T11:41:53.845-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R73TwVaHoQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p4SN0a2NHEY/s1600-h/P2210001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R73TwVaHoQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/p4SN0a2NHEY/s400/P2210001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169520774625075458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R73Tw1aHoRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ISgIzeahxog/s1600-h/P2210002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R73Tw1aHoRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ISgIzeahxog/s400/P2210002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169520783215010066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am not a feet person. I don't like them! So, don't put them on me!<br /><br />But, baby feet is another story! They are so sweet!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-992348437578397127?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-61353861228748642862008-02-20T08:13:00.001-08:002008-02-20T08:17:45.133-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7xRy1aHoPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2d5roql4vto/s1600-h/P2190006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7xRy1aHoPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2d5roql4vto/s400/P2190006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169096406086426866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yesterday, when I was going through Brendan's school folder, I found this! He told me his teacher made him write it because he called a little boy in his class, <span style="font-style: italic;">"a dummy." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Niiiice. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6135386122874864286?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-37011760523629770692008-02-19T12:14:00.001-08:002008-02-19T12:19:33.567-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7s4vVaHoOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p1cixv0UUJY/s1600-h/P2190003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7s4vVaHoOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p1cixv0UUJY/s400/P2190003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168787383189479650" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Brendan had his "Great American's" program at his school today.  They do this ever year at President's Day to honor all the past "American Heroes."  </div><div><br /></div><div>He had a solo too!  He was so proud.  </div><div><br /></div><div>The picture is not the best quality.  I do not have the best camera for far away picture (a horrible zoom) and the camera itself it dying on me.  What is a person supposed to do!?!  Oh, and I blurred the faces of the other kids.  It's not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">THAT </span>bad! LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3701176052362977069?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-13678644876206281722008-02-17T16:02:00.001-08:002008-02-17T16:05:52.015-08:00<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7jLPVaHoNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IZJpbwd8nVE/s1600-h/P2170001.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7jLPVaHoNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IZJpbwd8nVE/s400/P2170001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168104036712816850" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's still not quite finished, but this is much better than the pink.  Don't you think?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1367864487620628172?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-61156625582956558502008-02-16T23:25:00.000-08:002008-02-16T23:28:59.794-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7fh3VaHoLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bWOJqRUtHTA/s1600-h/P2160004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7fh3VaHoLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bWOJqRUtHTA/s400/P2160004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167847438186684594" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Spring is almost here, and today proved it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and don't mind the pink in the background.  That's only the primer, but it is funny to see the reaction of people when they drive by my house.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6115662558295655850?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-4898815265431037382008-02-15T23:29:00.000-08:002008-02-16T23:31:11.848-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7fie1aHoMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QvfForJByLk/s1600-h/P2160005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7fie1aHoMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QvfForJByLk/s400/P2160005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167848116791517378" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My friend, Angela, enjoying the little tractor.  Yes, I hate her for being that tiny to fit on it! Haha!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-489881526543103738?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-8464544727817292992008-02-14T20:28:00.001-08:002008-02-14T20:34:55.755-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7UVMVaHoKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/352Z7vo9bmo/s1600-h/P2140005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7UVMVaHoKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/352Z7vo9bmo/s400/P2140005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167059449126822050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Since Brendan did not have school today, I moved all my piano lessons to Friday, and spent the whole day with him. We went to see <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0416236/">"The Spiderwick Chronicles"</a> and then went to lunch.<br /><br />Right now, he's the only man in my life. I am enjoying every minute with him!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-846454472781729299?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-44260437272999670262008-02-13T16:28:00.001-08:002008-02-13T17:00:00.955-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7OLgFaHoJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D3oKOMm1810/s1600-h/P2130001.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7OLgFaHoJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D3oKOMm1810/s400/P2130001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166626580847894674" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Brendan had a sick day from school today.  Not because he was sick, but the "whole school." Well, not the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">whole </span>school, but enough that the administration decided to close it down for a couple days to disinfect it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only thing is that they gave two days of work to all the students so technically they will not lose those days of classes.  We never get snow days here (in fact, I had my heater off for two days), so having a "sudden" day off is exciting for us, no matter what the reason.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is Brendan doing his schoolwork.  The baby I watch loves him, and went over to put her head on his shoulder and watch him.  He's smiling because she is standing on his leg, not because he loves schoolwork.  LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4426043727299967026?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-37252722609997392102008-02-12T15:32:00.001-08:002008-02-12T15:35:38.805-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7IsyVaHoII/AAAAAAAAAHc/fovi4-phYiA/s1600-h/P2120003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7IsyVaHoII/AAAAAAAAAHc/fovi4-phYiA/s400/P2120003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166240965799157890" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had about three inches cut from my hair today.  I wanted to go a little shorter, but have to wait until my layers grow a little longer.  I am just tired of sticking it up in a ponytail, and I am too lazy to fit it every day.  :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3725272260999739210?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-11830830490953762722008-02-11T20:14:00.001-08:002008-02-11T20:20:31.099-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7EddFaHoHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kP4TwKv5YdY/s1600-h/P2110002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R7EddFaHoHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kP4TwKv5YdY/s400/P2110002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165942633075810418" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It is a half hour before bedtime, and he is running around the living room like crazy.  Maybe, he should not have had that root beer! LOL!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-1183083049095376272?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-65884860085990412942008-02-10T12:06:00.001-08:002008-02-10T12:11:50.038-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R69Zf1aHoGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gUKZYMYCZ80/s1600-h/P2100113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R69Zf1aHoGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gUKZYMYCZ80/s400/P2100113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165445701064695906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brendan came in my office today and said, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Mommy, Look! I have long hair." </span>The crazy thing is that I used to do that with the pom-pom shakers too. I always thought it would be cool to have long, think hair like that.<br /><br />Yep, I was one weird child.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Okay, this picture a day thing is started to get difficult.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6588486008599041294?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-67708569139280973332008-02-09T15:23:00.001-08:002008-02-09T15:29:29.038-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R642RVaHoFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vHP039xBj58/s1600-h/P2090121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R642RVaHoFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vHP039xBj58/s400/P2090121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165125494072909906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brendan is in AWANA at our church. Well, today they had what you call "Spark-A-Rama" where you play different relay games against different churches with the same program.<br /><br />Well, our church kicked butt, I mean, won! Haha! I do not think I laughed so hard in a long time. It's amazing what a little craziness will do for your spirit!<br /><br />Please excuse the picture. My camera is not working so well anymore. I need to buy a better one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6770856913928097333?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-50339294284515894722008-02-08T12:24:00.000-08:002008-02-08T12:27:39.846-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6y64BMtGkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ooxZGHvSyzg/s1600-h/P2070111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6y64BMtGkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ooxZGHvSyzg/s400/P2070111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164708344244279874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Okay, I actually took this picture yesterday, but planned on posting it for today. I had this cake for Brendan when he came home from school yesterday! It was YUMMY! :) <br /><br />I think I will go eat a piece right now! Kidding!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5033929428451589472?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-48692971832044718232008-02-07T12:27:00.000-08:002008-02-07T12:32:05.302-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6tqixMtGjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QVo_RLnJMSU/s1600-h/P2070101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6tqixMtGjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QVo_RLnJMSU/s400/P2070101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164338543265126962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Seven years ago today, Brendan officially became mine! That was one of the best days ever! He is a wonderful gift!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4869297183204471823?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-32524614304310693952008-02-06T15:17:00.001-08:002008-02-06T15:21:39.225-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6pAyxMtGiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Wh_uDv3tVCE/s1600-h/P2060095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6pAyxMtGiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Wh_uDv3tVCE/s400/P2060095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164011163677956642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6pAbhMtGhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lJIgvKMB2Fw/s1600-h/P2060096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6pAbhMtGhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lJIgvKMB2Fw/s400/P2060096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164010764245998098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The sweet kisses I get lately are from my son and this baby! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3252461430431069395?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-75257518352792300762008-02-05T07:52:00.000-08:002008-02-05T07:55:05.033-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6iGthMtGfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hMbDXGIp2M/s1600-h/P2050084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6iGthMtGfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hMbDXGIp2M/s400/P2050084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163525089344166386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />See? We are not always in our pajamas. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-7525751835279230076?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-63521139336798442042008-02-04T08:39:00.001-08:002008-02-04T08:43:14.602-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6c_8BMtGeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NDZJZBzYpxk/s1600-h/P2040083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6c_8BMtGeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NDZJZBzYpxk/s400/P2040083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163165798149986786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I woke up to this message on my coffee table. Someone was playing with the scrapbook letters, but for some reason, I do not mind. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6352113933679844204?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-53297934678046019882008-02-03T11:33:00.001-08:002008-02-03T11:37:06.478-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6YXRhMtGdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uuhp2MlP7zc/s1600-h/P2020085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6YXRhMtGdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uuhp2MlP7zc/s400/P2020085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162839612563724754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We have had this fish for two years now, the longest I have ever owned a goldfish. He is getting so big, that the bowl he was in was not enough room for him any longer. <br /><br />So, Friday night, we went out and bought him a new home. This new home cost me $45.00! I swear, if this fish dies now, I am going to be one very upset woman! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5329793467804601988?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-61437887651520691052008-02-02T11:07:00.001-08:002008-02-02T11:09:23.006-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6S_mhMtGcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XI2bn1FWSn0/s1600-h/P2020086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6S_mhMtGcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XI2bn1FWSn0/s400/P2020086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162461741341022658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is how he carries "Minnie" around all the time. Funny thing, is that the cat is purring like crazy! Weird, I know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6143788765152069105?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-6981414389785491662008-02-01T08:54:00.001-08:002008-02-01T08:58:18.907-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6NO_BMtGbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H2cn3XEtLz8/s1600-h/P1310083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6NO_BMtGbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H2cn3XEtLz8/s400/P1310083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162056442457168306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what my dad (who works in China) and I did last night. It's amazing that you can now play a game with another person who is living half a world away. :)<br /><br />I won, but only by a few points!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-698141438978549166?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-91405357789786837852008-01-31T08:27:00.001-08:002008-01-31T08:29:54.026-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6H3MxMtGaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jqulYPuQTT0/s1600-h/P1310082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6H3MxMtGaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jqulYPuQTT0/s400/P1310082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161678446680414626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am envious of him being able to sleep like there "is not a care in the world!"<br /><br />Oh, and he is in my bed. My son does not have flowers on his sheets! LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-9140535778978683785?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-48809383371667448752008-01-30T07:37:00.000-08:002008-01-30T07:41:52.996-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6CaBhMtGZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9nM2OFSXBYs/s1600-h/P1290081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R6CaBhMtGZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9nM2OFSXBYs/s400/P1290081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161294523848792466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brendan loves to do workbooks. He does a page a night, which has nothing to do with school. The kid is nuts, I know! :)<br /><br />Tonight, I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. Every time I had asked before, his answer was always the same, <span style="font-style: italic;">"a </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">veterinarian</span><span style="font-style: italic;">." </span><br /><br />This time he said, <span style="font-style: italic;">"A teacher."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4880938337166744875?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-66211536816096226692008-01-29T08:01:00.001-08:002008-01-29T08:04:54.966-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R59ODBMtGYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VxaYfW-x5E4/s1600-h/P1290079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R59ODBMtGYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VxaYfW-x5E4/s400/P1290079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160929511758174594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brendan came home yesterday all excited because of this. He did say that there were other students who received a "different one" because they made all "A's." <br /><br />Poor kid! He already feels the pressure? He made a "B" on handwriting! Boys are not supposed to have good handwriting! :) I made sure he knew how proud I am of him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6621153681609622669?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-45940627252301687272008-01-28T10:25:00.001-08:002008-01-28T10:27:51.435-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R54eSxMtGXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sc2s5pbhLQs/s1600-h/P1280075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R54eSxMtGXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sc2s5pbhLQs/s400/P1280075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160595530806270322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brendan's report card came in the mail the other day. He did really well! Yep, he takes after his mom! Yeah, right (not me, his birth mom).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4594062725230168727?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-24672685811609062202008-01-27T19:27:00.001-08:002008-01-27T19:30:56.134-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R51L1RMtGWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nfMg3uvA21c/s1600-h/P1260073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R51L1RMtGWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nfMg3uvA21c/s400/P1260073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160364126558296418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I do not know what they were talking about, but they sure were having a good time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2467268581160906220?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-39058892787339611942008-01-26T17:02:00.000-08:002008-01-26T17:15:33.868-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5vYdRMtGVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y44FI50ijbY/s1600-h/P1250043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5vYdRMtGVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y44FI50ijbY/s400/P1250043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159955795427531090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night when we were in bed, I told Brendan to go take the remotes back to the living room, which is on the other side of the house. He "did," and then, came back to bed.<br /><br />This morning, I walked past the guest bathroom next to my room and saw this (picture). That "stinker" did not go to the front room, but actually just lay them on the floor. I guess he meant to pick them up before I noticed it. Haha! <br /><br />He was too afraid to go to the living room by himself. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3905889278733961194?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-28098589768068682312008-01-25T07:32:00.000-08:002008-01-25T07:47:42.521-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5oByRMtGUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dzq6526c3vM/s1600-h/P1240039.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5oByRMtGUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Dzq6526c3vM/s400/P1240039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159438286228101442" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My son came home with this sheet of paper in his folder today.  He told me that he was not talking, but that the "whole class" had to do it because of  "one" person.  I called his teacher this morning to confirm if it was true (it was).</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, I just "love" his teacher this year.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2809858976806868231?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-59485273871598049002008-01-24T09:06:00.001-08:002008-01-24T09:17:54.668-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5jGCxMtGTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QVoOpuxzX_8/s1600-h/P1240037.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5jGCxMtGTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QVoOpuxzX_8/s400/P1240037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159091124021565746" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This was delivered to me yesterday.  It's nice to receive flowers from someone.  I never expected these because I do not have a husband or a boyfriend (yet! Haha!)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5948527387159804900?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-6583943293883194672008-01-23T07:01:00.000-08:002008-01-23T07:13:31.229-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5dZIxMtGSI/AAAAAAAAADs/XuGbwCSd3zU/s1600-h/P1220036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5dZIxMtGSI/AAAAAAAAADs/XuGbwCSd3zU/s400/P1220036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158689905356642594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He told me last night that he had "four friends" now on Webkinz. Goodness, is this the start of his "Facebook" addiction? :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-658394329388319467?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-26909204935167578192008-01-22T07:30:00.001-08:002008-01-22T07:36:08.629-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5YMQysqfpI/AAAAAAAAADk/6dClFEuJBh8/s1600-h/P1220035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5YMQysqfpI/AAAAAAAAADk/6dClFEuJBh8/s400/P1220035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158323905826029202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After yesterdays picture, I thought that my son would still be a little angry with me. Actually, he was fine about five minutes after the picture was taken. We played a few games together, then watched "America's Funniest Videos," so it ended up being a fun night.<br /><br />I was looking through one of his workbooks and found this page. Look at the first two questions!<br /><br />That makes my heart melt! :) (One of these days, another girl's name will be put there in my place)!<br /><br />As for the cursive writing, his school teaches the children how to do that in kindergarten. I wish they would teach printing first, because he is not so great at that. I know, it's weird.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2690920493516757819?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-46204114835765941872008-01-21T15:04:00.001-08:002008-01-21T15:21:41.710-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5UlOSsqfoI/AAAAAAAAADc/Qa-srqrilzE/s1600-h/P1210034.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5UlOSsqfoI/AAAAAAAAADc/Qa-srqrilzE/s400/P1210034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158069875690339970" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had one upset little boy today.  He did not get what he wanted, so to say that he was disappointed, is an understatement.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4620411483576594187?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-45193337771425438652008-01-20T13:30:00.001-08:002008-01-20T13:35:33.098-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5O9oCsqfnI/AAAAAAAAADU/XxTWV9fOrHQ/s1600-h/P1200029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5O9oCsqfnI/AAAAAAAAADU/XxTWV9fOrHQ/s400/P1200029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157674493885972082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what it is like, most of the time, living with a little boy!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4519333777142543865?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-25025660314210295202008-01-19T16:07:00.000-08:002008-01-19T16:11:52.309-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5KRjCsqfmI/AAAAAAAAADM/z5E-f-OZ9M0/s1600-h/P1180027.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5KRjCsqfmI/AAAAAAAAADM/z5E-f-OZ9M0/s400/P1180027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157344554498293346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I could not resist taking this picture, although I had to try many time because she kept pulling the cap off her head.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2502566031421029520?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-68656959174585962102008-01-18T07:37:00.001-08:002008-01-18T07:41:39.242-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5DH2CsqflI/AAAAAAAAADE/orUbowa4tEo/s1600-h/P1180023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R5DH2CsqflI/AAAAAAAAADE/orUbowa4tEo/s400/P1180023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156841304590286418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The other night when I was going to bed, I discovered my cell phone on the floor in the hallway to my bedroom, with a paper stuffed in it. I picked it up, getting ready to "yell" at my son (not literally) when I suddenly saw what was written on the note.<br /><br />When I walked into the room, he was sitting on my bed, with a huge smile on his face. How can you get on to someone who does that?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6865695917458596210?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-65293119627138414522008-01-17T12:12:00.001-08:002008-01-17T12:16:30.121-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4-3TysqfkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jCSzGB9KvPs/s1600-h/P1170021.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4-3TysqfkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jCSzGB9KvPs/s400/P1170021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156541649017011778" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is what I do, three-four hours a day, teach piano lessons.  It is a fun thing to do.  They come to me, and I just sit and teach.  :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6529311962713841452?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-78415241986531825862008-01-16T11:25:00.001-08:002008-01-16T11:29:02.242-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R45aXisqfjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gSUCDyCDp9Y/s1600-h/P1160018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R45aXisqfjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gSUCDyCDp9Y/s400/P1160018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156157983883427378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I found this by my bed tonight. If you cannot read it, it begins "Dear Diary.... Scribble, scribble, scribble, etc... Signed, Brendan."<br /><br />I wonder what is on his mind? And WHY DOES MY SON HAVE A DIARY!?! Haha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-7841524198653182586?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-26929883316776664922008-01-15T07:42:00.000-08:002008-01-15T07:46:41.448-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4zUpysqfiI/AAAAAAAAACs/9d9P71zMPPM/s1600-h/P1150017.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4zUpysqfiI/AAAAAAAAACs/9d9P71zMPPM/s400/P1150017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155729487881207330" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The baby I watch loves books,  but sometimes she likes to pull them all of my bookshelves. This is not as big of a mess as she usually makes, but still, I have to do a LOT of cleaning after she leaves for the day. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2692988331677666492?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-7102097358413643722008-01-14T07:46:00.001-08:002008-01-14T07:52:31.835-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4uD_CsqfhI/AAAAAAAAACk/rkW6oaXciL4/s1600-h/P1140013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4uD_CsqfhI/AAAAAAAAACk/rkW6oaXciL4/s400/P1140013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359317534866962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If any of you read my <a href="http://www.chelleyoung.com/index.php/archive/blown-away/">post</a> on my normal blog about the last Harry Potter book, you will know how upset I was about a certain character's death.<br /><br />The book ended on a cliff-hanger, and I was "dying" to find out what happens next. I usually borrow these books from a piano student of mine, but I will not see him until Wednesday, and I could not wait that long (Well, I could, but I did not want to).<br /><br />Anyway, I went to Target last night and bought it. Yep, I now own my very own Harry Potter book! Ha ha! I already started reading it, and already cannot put it down. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-710209735841364372?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-67306542549203064382008-01-13T15:22:00.001-08:002008-01-13T15:28:30.736-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4qdaCsqfgI/AAAAAAAAACc/MQjlK43b0W4/s1600-h/P1130012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4qdaCsqfgI/AAAAAAAAACc/MQjlK43b0W4/s400/P1130012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155105794205318658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ever since last year, my son and I started this "thing" of having a date with each other every week. Even though we are with each other all the time, this gives us a chance to sit and talk, without the distractions of the television or computer. I love these times, and I will always cherish them. <br /><br />This is not the best picture, but I almost forgot to take one, so it will have to do. I tried getting one of us together, but I could not quite get me looking "good!" LOL! I should have took a picture of the cutie-patootie that waited our table. Now, he would have been something good to blog about too! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-6730654254920306438?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-45627887645367484972008-01-12T09:10:00.001-08:002008-01-12T09:15:05.091-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4j0qisqffI/AAAAAAAAACU/wDuFAe_kg5M/s1600-h/P1110010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4j0qisqffI/AAAAAAAAACU/wDuFAe_kg5M/s400/P1110010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154638785231355378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night, as I was sitting in the movie theater with my son, he turns to me, and says, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Here, Mommy." </span>Then, hands me his tooth. Yuck! :) He lost the one on the left.<br /><br />Thankfully, I was with my friend, so she could lend me, I mean the Tooth Fairy, a couple of dollars.<br /><br />Oh, and see that cut on the right side of his neck? Our lovely cat did that to him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4562788764536748497?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-27484620254037379962008-01-11T14:45:00.001-08:002008-01-12T09:15:52.004-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4fzHCsqfeI/AAAAAAAAACM/drbYfihFa0U/s1600-h/P1020002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4fzHCsqfeI/AAAAAAAAACM/drbYfihFa0U/s400/P1020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154355600857660898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4fydysqfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/Vr9U8SlkhVE/s1600-h/P1020001.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br />I had my nephew, Jared, for the day, so I took them to one of their favorite places. Yes, it cost a bunch, but it was so worth it. I just took a book and read for a couple hours while they entertained themselves.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-2748462025403737996?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-36195902538906122552008-01-10T08:29:00.001-08:002008-01-10T08:42:24.622-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4ZJnSsqfcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yyTHcNqmD_E/s1600-h/P1090006.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4ZJnSsqfcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yyTHcNqmD_E/s400/P1090006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153887762955009474" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If I do not shut my bathroom doors, I will most likely find my toilet paper looking like this. She did not even do a "terrible" job with this roll.  Usually, the roll is emptied on the floor.  It has gotten to where when she does this now, I just leave the pile on the floor, and tell people to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"take a piece." </span>:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3619590253890612255?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-39288281763848567562008-01-09T08:30:00.001-08:002008-01-09T08:46:21.820-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4T25ysqfbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EX5C8O3yXMw/s1600-h/P1090005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4T25ysqfbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EX5C8O3yXMw/s400/P1090005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153515346340773298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I never thought that I would have baby toys in my house again. Thanks to the little baby girl I get to keep everyday, that joy has returned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-3928828176384856756?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-40890623254057622272008-01-08T07:13:00.000-08:002008-01-08T08:56:47.837-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4OTpSsqfaI/AAAAAAAAABs/5TUekqWgSFI/s1600-h/P1070004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4OTpSsqfaI/AAAAAAAAABs/5TUekqWgSFI/s400/P1070004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153124736245071266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brendan got out of the bath showing me this. He allowed me to take a picture of it, only if I did not get a wide shot! Haha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-4089062325405762227?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455615103562246071.post-55861128830078491012008-01-07T07:27:00.000-08:002008-01-08T08:57:38.586-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4JFOCsqfYI/AAAAAAAAABc/0P8C7iph1mo/s1600-h/P1070001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gZtcUanBZ4Q/R4JFOCsqfYI/AAAAAAAAABc/0P8C7iph1mo/s400/P1070001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152757031209958786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I noticed this "picture" on the wall in my office last night. It took awhile for him to confess that he did it (he blamed his cousins who were not at the house yesterday). He's seven! I thought they stopped coloring on the walls when they were three? :) At least he loves me.<br /><br />He also cut his hair and one of my towels last night. What's up with that?<br /><br />(Oh, and my wall is not that dirty. I had to darken it up so you could see the heart).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6455615103562246071-5586112883007849101?l=chelles365days.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chelle Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04629452656021109729noreply@blogger.com4