Monday, May 16, 2011
My Surgery
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Mother's Day 2011
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Sunday, April 17, 2011
Daddy Daughter Dance
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Our trip to Silver Mountain
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
A little bit of catch up from January 2011 to the end of March 2011
My Valentine's Day gifts from Mike. Beautiful Roses (yes, Mike broke down and gave me dead flowers for the special day) and a Cricut Cake cutter. |
Valentine's gifts. Brigam's valentines - Dum Dum suckers as crutches. Water as Love Potion. Sugar cookie hearts, yummy! |
Mykalyn's Diamond Buster Team singing the taco bell song? |
| Mykalyn and Dad ready for the Daddy/Daughter Ball |
Mykalyn and Sara at the Ball |
| Mike's prepared for snowboarding. Yes, I am serious. |
| Emmy and Jeremy ready for the Priest/Laurel dance |
I told Brigam to go get a spoon for a spoonful of Cool Whip - this is what he came back with. Smart boy. |
I had a free Saturday (yes, odd I know) so Mykie and I made crown cookies. We wanted to stress the importance of the upcoming Young Women's General Broadcast. It brought back great memories of last year when a group of us were lucky enough to attend the broadcast in person. LOVED IT! |
Crowns packaged for my Young Women as an invite to the YW General Broadcast |
Sugar Cookie crowns for the Young Women. Yummy |
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Monday, January 17, 2011
Funny, funny MONDAY!
Here's a joke to start your Monday off with a laugh.............
An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Bubba:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad
Dear Dad:
For heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the BODIES.
Love, Bubba
Dear Dad:
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba
Hee, hee, hee!
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Elder Nelson - Phone Home!
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