tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46376480566896338212024-03-05T00:44:28.018-08:00Fix FabulousMrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.comBlogger818125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-13976302380823052232011-09-30T09:02:00.000-07:002012-02-25T13:24:52.710-08:00Look-a-like?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXZbarxIwp6uM-pxxXAIAXrUGG_EeUvaXlYk06zWBFL_XQyIsANTBa7m_miPsBU7OiDzzQhToICCCdCEgtWKt9ExZPdCXydYI_852rTzEygyDpmk3TG5Ee7_HSzH7-tooXUd5M05IXjU/s1600/photo%252824%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXZbarxIwp6uM-pxxXAIAXrUGG_EeUvaXlYk06zWBFL_XQyIsANTBa7m_miPsBU7OiDzzQhToICCCdCEgtWKt9ExZPdCXydYI_852rTzEygyDpmk3TG5Ee7_HSzH7-tooXUd5M05IXjU/s400/photo%252824%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713186756010911810" border="0" /></a>Our doctor's office has a bunch of bulletin boards in the waiting room with pictures of all of the happy patients. When Lou and I were waiting for her recent check-up she kept saying "RAH! RAH! RAH!" (which is Louisa for "ROCK! ROCK! ROCK!"). I couldn't figure out why she was calling her brother who wasn't there. Then she pointed at this kid. Not a dead-ringer, but I see it.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-42640931414402505732011-09-29T09:02:00.000-07:002012-02-25T13:21:39.024-08:00Outback Celebration<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRJBrp44Jl9DjYR-hKBpSb572lyM6x4p_IIP4_hu5oSFAsEsbSmHPRozl88fXADqEKGPL7T9aRJxWKSYx1h_foyEXQ1vLuRnxeIVRA9GiXoCEQfri4ginZWonbJCFCRxoprJ_9L642TA/s1600/photo%252821%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRJBrp44Jl9DjYR-hKBpSb572lyM6x4p_IIP4_hu5oSFAsEsbSmHPRozl88fXADqEKGPL7T9aRJxWKSYx1h_foyEXQ1vLuRnxeIVRA9GiXoCEQfri4ginZWonbJCFCRxoprJ_9L642TA/s400/photo%252821%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713186037680375202" border="0" /></a>When Rocket and Juju got back into town, they took us out to dinner at Outback Steakhouse for Rock's birthday.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiPx1V8EavWCgywTZmbt_lcgUZGCkCoSA3ma_43PU5n08bonLzrhqICkbaGiNaIQ5qoAIp-EjEfx41Qq0D-pwJ0804yf0BQvq8MkXzmE2FQi0NMed8_P74afGtU5aeDnQlBUmaotPSFU/s1600/photo%252822%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiPx1V8EavWCgywTZmbt_lcgUZGCkCoSA3ma_43PU5n08bonLzrhqICkbaGiNaIQ5qoAIp-EjEfx41Qq0D-pwJ0804yf0BQvq8MkXzmE2FQi0NMed8_P74afGtU5aeDnQlBUmaotPSFU/s400/photo%252822%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713186040388670386" border="0" /></a>Rock LOVED the birthday dessert!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuzR3WSAV9mwP6rJNbpR2tQXtImmXCeWRt8hv6z9TC3zg5tfKJFXQqZwh8HWULILYEdcqeVbY4rYkoweB7Y56lYVRK3o9NeR-THM3onj5NXII2sSv_5GTS5hd6w3w0jCkqZJBALxh3tg/s1600/photo%252823%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuzR3WSAV9mwP6rJNbpR2tQXtImmXCeWRt8hv6z9TC3zg5tfKJFXQqZwh8HWULILYEdcqeVbY4rYkoweB7Y56lYVRK3o9NeR-THM3onj5NXII2sSv_5GTS5hd6w3w0jCkqZJBALxh3tg/s400/photo%252823%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713186048181542194" border="0" /></a>Lou loved the sweet potato fries! Poor girl still can't eat dairy. But she's happy nonetheless.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-66961655355933689432011-09-26T09:01:00.001-07:002012-02-25T13:17:38.159-08:00Jessica Herrin<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRd6a6Ru4FTvmTh_h-pKIUb75GuO80BW7LRAgahLqPo3QCIMxfcT-vC07DAOlRQrETe0Z0Bv3PDu6Ztp-Kml9epq9HJIUpcgsiu_AJHX3eoT7wUDjl7G3faV1INk3MTVioST972O56ovY/s1600/300677_10150402889431257_658771256_10437402_1991803166_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRd6a6Ru4FTvmTh_h-pKIUb75GuO80BW7LRAgahLqPo3QCIMxfcT-vC07DAOlRQrETe0Z0Bv3PDu6Ztp-Kml9epq9HJIUpcgsiu_AJHX3eoT7wUDjl7G3faV1INk3MTVioST972O56ovY/s400/300677_10150402889431257_658771256_10437402_1991803166_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713184662926706370" border="0" /></a>This Fall, Jessica Herrin, the founder and CEO of <a href="http://www.stelladot.com/rachelfix">Stella & Dot</a>, came to DC for a morning conference with the local stylists. It was so much fun to meet her and get some good training. I wore my nametag for the photo so you'd be sure it was really me.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-45210545372449201142011-09-21T09:01:00.001-07:002012-02-25T13:14:04.617-08:00Soccertots with Linus<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBZcmOnW78Tc7DCgkO6ye9AREQkdO0dOjOgtbj-LviCtWG1rRUhnMDvJFg7HlrS5EpBP88VoTfvpMs27r0-kYSm51JWvBP9phPRr2ARLWvDmhQxlUlzmpK2o0-4b9smAtjxRUQMQENvU/s1600/photo%252819%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBZcmOnW78Tc7DCgkO6ye9AREQkdO0dOjOgtbj-LviCtWG1rRUhnMDvJFg7HlrS5EpBP88VoTfvpMs27r0-kYSm51JWvBP9phPRr2ARLWvDmhQxlUlzmpK2o0-4b9smAtjxRUQMQENvU/s400/photo%252819%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713184258373620674" border="0" /></a>Rock was SO excited that Linus decided to join him at Soccertots this Fall. I was so excited to have more time to sit and chat with his mom, Nancy. They are now looking forward to the next session: LACROSSE KIDS!!!<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-4630771262415361022011-09-19T09:00:00.000-07:002012-02-25T13:12:18.630-08:00Rock's Birthday "Party"<div style="text-align: center;">I think the pictures I am most sad about losing are the ones from Rock's birthday. But at least we still have two videos from his big day to help remember. Those of you who know how much I like to throw a big party for a birthday may be surprised to learn that Rock had no such party this year. His birthday fell on a Sunday and since we believe that Sunday is about worshiping God, not celebrating us, we decided to keep his big day pretty low-key.<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Krn2faa2to0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br />We invited over Nancy Salada and her kids (because she had rescued me earlier in the week when Louisa the kleptomaniac stole my keys out of my purse and lost them and because Nancy's husband was away in PA taking care of his mother who had just had surgery) and Nana and Papa and Susi (my parents were out of town helping Addy celebrate <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> birthday). All of these guests were sweet enough to bring Rock a gift or two and I made him some cupcakes with the cinnamon icing that he loves. But I wasn't thinking of this as his party.<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O7YJJgGGQmk?feature=player_embedded" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"></iframe><br />Well, after Sept. 18th was said and done, Rock kept talking about how much fun he had at his party and how many many presents he had gotten (about 5). So I decided, what the heck, I'm pregnant and he's happy. We'll call it a day. A birthday that is. If you were bummed that you weren't invited, please feel free to watch these (somewhat lengthy) videos and experience the magic.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-47547629722847547212011-09-10T12:38:00.000-07:002012-02-25T12:45:49.935-08:00Carys!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8F9qXANly-WTZER5VHJVSn_qR8Tzx4U6gLHlc5IaMhS5kbg1qRGUoiFWoyL8CEZAa05r3tZOyQQ2GTQPVigR2WcPqEIG_NfG3Ioyu1y8FQ_0k1hZDqtvXDP5mDfoLMdruLDRGbVwhqxU/s1600/ry%25253D400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8F9qXANly-WTZER5VHJVSn_qR8Tzx4U6gLHlc5IaMhS5kbg1qRGUoiFWoyL8CEZAa05r3tZOyQQ2GTQPVigR2WcPqEIG_NfG3Ioyu1y8FQ_0k1hZDqtvXDP5mDfoLMdruLDRGbVwhqxU/s400/ry%25253D400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713176809161174978" border="0" /></a>After waiting for what seems like forever, Bethany and Kelly's new baby girl is here! Meet Miss Carys Eliza Brockman Barnett. And her birthday is SO COOL - 9/10/11!!! We can't wait to hold her come Christmastime!<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-88667312977656492272011-09-09T12:25:00.000-07:002012-02-25T12:36:39.968-08:00Beach Fix<div style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure why I took a picture of the list of things I had to get done before we went to the beach with the Fix family. But I'm glad that I did because it is the ONLY photographic documentation I now have of the trip.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YRIGPqpeJahzPLXAjoDzeZmlQnDUPm9hLPI1h8Ff9aYBU4VVCQYDET7cgXxiCU3stDdmTzE7j3zmIVL6jtXNlqLi3dPkMP7QAPG89QOdpG9FqgqweUBsPoxmr4gucZrDd8L0RKPzFq8/s1600/photo%252818%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YRIGPqpeJahzPLXAjoDzeZmlQnDUPm9hLPI1h8Ff9aYBU4VVCQYDET7cgXxiCU3stDdmTzE7j3zmIVL6jtXNlqLi3dPkMP7QAPG89QOdpG9FqgqweUBsPoxmr4gucZrDd8L0RKPzFq8/s400/photo%252818%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713172437954223890" border="0" /></a>So you'll have to believe me when I say that we had a great time on our beach trip with the Fixes. Highlights included:<br /><br />Having the whole Fix clan together, including the Zerfosses who flew in from Seattle.<br />Staying in a lovely house with lots of porch space and a pool and hot tub.<br />A very loud alarm to alert you if kids were going out to the pool.<br />A bunch of bugs - they could stand to find a new exterminator for said lovely house.<br />Lots of yummy meals with no dairy, corn, wheat, garlic or soy - There are LOTS of allergies in this family but thankfully there are lots of good cooks too!<br />Lots of tennis watching!<br />An anniversary dinner for John and Kerry at a local seafood place.<br />A birthday dinner complete with a Mater fire truck hat from the Mater card Rock picked out for his dad and two yummy chocolate cakes made by Aunt Susi.<br />Lots of help from the family with Rock and Lou when Fix had to go back early to go to class.<br />Lots of lazy time.<br />A girls coffee break with Auntie H, Aunt Susi, Nana Kerry, and Little Lou.<br />Lots of Playmobil time for Rock and Caleb.<br />A puppet show all about Blackbeard the pirate who had also been to Corolla, NC><br /><br />It was all delightful. I am so blessed to have married into such a wonderful family!<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-36397025196532289892011-09-02T08:59:00.001-07:002012-02-25T12:24:46.840-08:00Fix's Birthday Date<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUsIfXAzdcm4BpaH-ulGyPLUQw4JAzzGjOLeW-Kd32x5DNbQE7SuJuw-yXksSt-q4dwPHGbZDvJK81-s6qStamK8oaoez8Jc06IuAaReC-45jzly63aC5tv7kk4tGVVdyVtcCeSuB5No/s1600/photo%252817%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUsIfXAzdcm4BpaH-ulGyPLUQw4JAzzGjOLeW-Kd32x5DNbQE7SuJuw-yXksSt-q4dwPHGbZDvJK81-s6qStamK8oaoez8Jc06IuAaReC-45jzly63aC5tv7kk4tGVVdyVtcCeSuB5No/s400/photo%252817%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713168337315829874" border="0" /></a>Since we were going to be at the beach on Fix's actual birthday, I took him out to dinner the weekend before he turned 33. We went out to dinner at H-e-double-hockey-sticks Point in Annapolis. Okay it's not called H-e-double-hockey-sticks but I'm not going to write Hell. Double dang. We are still working on taking a decent picture of the two of us with my iPhone.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRowbQMSdaY3k9Q5BBdtTMTLu8S330u0L_UBeJ5XIjHYoRwMc4j10JXA9Qzz8-CChAb5-FSCKVDe_onQEIGPW0CpQyGKw5IZcqZG80zoEhxB1flTdNHmF35UJmKISlsPBbALBgRM3uGfU/s1600/photo%252815%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRowbQMSdaY3k9Q5BBdtTMTLu8S330u0L_UBeJ5XIjHYoRwMc4j10JXA9Qzz8-CChAb5-FSCKVDe_onQEIGPW0CpQyGKw5IZcqZG80zoEhxB1flTdNHmF35UJmKISlsPBbALBgRM3uGfU/s400/photo%252815%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713168344021152722" border="0" /></a>It was a lovely evening just the two of us.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvkqApx5c59Q1P41pMucRTxLx5BJ7wWYrGVGqBJFz_4EKIO5t4jPcfko9TaowlnouFJkwCwV0DMR6H6GngpJEaGowafp3lZueKpgfC4aLi_FbQavOKaUX_BjxUWf58qKdi-YYacfVv3I/s1600/photo%252816%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvkqApx5c59Q1P41pMucRTxLx5BJ7wWYrGVGqBJFz_4EKIO5t4jPcfko9TaowlnouFJkwCwV0DMR6H6GngpJEaGowafp3lZueKpgfC4aLi_FbQavOKaUX_BjxUWf58qKdi-YYacfVv3I/s400/photo%252816%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713168345205333506" border="0" /></a>After I gave him a new pair of Rainbow flip-flops (which I knew he would want for the beach week ahead), Fix could look toward his future with hope. At least I think that's what he's doing here.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-70013953800893943052011-09-01T08:58:00.001-07:002012-02-25T10:54:10.091-08:00Back to School<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb1Dv1laJOMNZmUi3hsS02CdRrmtUfU6wQ4UGggE8gq_uRHgybIe9aHhL32FG03UvmpbwuN-7Yo0e6EdTGHbIo48mYDJw-HABKVNZc8HtVyG_pb6u9qawGAzG4fGhogf0qwGIG_y1ATg/s1600/photo%25287%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb1Dv1laJOMNZmUi3hsS02CdRrmtUfU6wQ4UGggE8gq_uRHgybIe9aHhL32FG03UvmpbwuN-7Yo0e6EdTGHbIo48mYDJw-HABKVNZc8HtVyG_pb6u9qawGAzG4fGhogf0qwGIG_y1ATg/s400/photo%25287%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713146556684358050" border="0" /></a>Fix started a doctorate program in Ancient Near East Languages with the Semitics Department at <a href="http://www.cua.edu/">CUA</a>. Good thing we'll be having a new baby soon 'cause I'm sure adding full-time school to his work schedule will leave him tons of free time. Anyway, Rock has been learning how to write so he made a sign for Dad's first day of school. It says "Have Fun" and I wrote "at school." Don't believe me? Watch this:<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVxjOnP94-o?version=3&feature=player_detailpage"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVxjOnP94-o?version=3&feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="640"></embed></object><br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-74822216055556058582011-08-30T08:59:00.001-07:002012-02-25T12:24:08.846-08:00Mall Happenings<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGyyrkmf7WIL-2j99NRYZl4fEpHxe819aUb2-kgZTfjaHgqG5GCtC48GEvn7zua5NV87FVICFpoKycnuNALMuV_IAKT0qA43zQj1XM5rqCOH4kW0eNIruY_CsbmSMb4mKNf3S8WdFuqw/s1600/photo%252811%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGyyrkmf7WIL-2j99NRYZl4fEpHxe819aUb2-kgZTfjaHgqG5GCtC48GEvn7zua5NV87FVICFpoKycnuNALMuV_IAKT0qA43zQj1XM5rqCOH4kW0eNIruY_CsbmSMb4mKNf3S8WdFuqw/s400/photo%252811%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713170293922585714" border="0" /></a>Louisa is now big enough to really enjoy playing in the mall playground(s).<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUvsUUW24gEDVv-7s7VhacanPNMFIzMsgErpeKOSQ6St2ejn5eNUcEP4PeRrmWBnaZYcz9Qj9ToGfMJuGFUcVK-gMJp-qgMK5rU7SXJLz82EuAuMO7YmW5juSy8lQld6Hlgayj26FBvg/s1600/photo%252812%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUvsUUW24gEDVv-7s7VhacanPNMFIzMsgErpeKOSQ6St2ejn5eNUcEP4PeRrmWBnaZYcz9Qj9ToGfMJuGFUcVK-gMJp-qgMK5rU7SXJLz82EuAuMO7YmW5juSy8lQld6Hlgayj26FBvg/s400/photo%252812%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713170318040968834" border="0" /></a>Rock was more than a little peeved that this boy wanted to be his friend and be in this photo.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaesRS-QFAF-Zz2rtpARbPyorjpOZ4sVmGX3VAla_evoPIltBNBG5SdKDj-H1UwWAnSzamloWPUR_yNjbqm0R8JjEBV6_hmrLc91CvlmNX6VCXa9fH8GoTvXIKVPx6e1-TbDDNoK58sA/s1600/photo%252813%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaesRS-QFAF-Zz2rtpARbPyorjpOZ4sVmGX3VAla_evoPIltBNBG5SdKDj-H1UwWAnSzamloWPUR_yNjbqm0R8JjEBV6_hmrLc91CvlmNX6VCXa9fH8GoTvXIKVPx6e1-TbDDNoK58sA/s400/photo%252813%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713170326624952786" border="0" /></a>But (after a talk about being kind to people even if we aren't feeling like making new friends) he soon cheered up.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrRgbYVYv8CjSH2KCUtdSQt96V6M6FQACVJRdOGoPNgIb7NtqQHStZ8amUkRI5f2MIFj0TzJrkHcY_NALi0gzvVaVvvDMttvtgNCk_Kljpp8GUM0n7NlOilZbcLoJsC4YrK6CR4dJbCY/s1600/photo%252814%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrRgbYVYv8CjSH2KCUtdSQt96V6M6FQACVJRdOGoPNgIb7NtqQHStZ8amUkRI5f2MIFj0TzJrkHcY_NALi0gzvVaVvvDMttvtgNCk_Kljpp8GUM0n7NlOilZbcLoJsC4YrK6CR4dJbCY/s400/photo%252814%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713170328509447570" border="0" /></a>That is, until after Story Hour when we saw this HORRIFIC SITE! Chick Fil-A is boarded up?!?!?! Thankfully, while we were eating lunch (from an inferior establishment), someone came by and put a sign up that they are merely remodeling this site, not closing it! It should be open again come November. I hope we can make it that long.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-23725939540928910202011-08-24T21:25:00.004-07:002012-02-25T08:56:20.138-08:00Earthquake<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZ55X9AxdRTKBwYR1iRbTliIyJ6niw5DyIm3l1yUdfXp436oKSiyywjAzb0AU_eZsLtngQHCuemA327TOLHmr6WwlrIVWqoetKdCeWIwseUIRaLI7wGvyxe92zlWtoRMjbb4kcl1PuOU/s1600/mallplayground.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZ55X9AxdRTKBwYR1iRbTliIyJ6niw5DyIm3l1yUdfXp436oKSiyywjAzb0AU_eZsLtngQHCuemA327TOLHmr6WwlrIVWqoetKdCeWIwseUIRaLI7wGvyxe92zlWtoRMjbb4kcl1PuOU/s400/mallplayground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712940269041753666" border="0" /></a>I took this picture in July,but on August 23rd, I was at Annapolis Mall with my mom and my two kids, enjoying the new play area pictured above. All of a sudden the building started shaking. The little rings around the inset lighting started falling out of the ceiling. People started running. Juju grabbed her Chick Fil-A Coke so hard she popped a hole in the side. I grabbed my children so fast we almost forgot Rock's flip flops.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkQqK6LZSjmkE71tIHlv4cA7o5cntznrtjkZfRVCnqUEPX5DPCwQg4qNxqwKhKlUs6FnIXrFHDqvEF72cNtMzdchaW7AL50uzVjIy2f4JQG-W35OK6rO5R04Xl_VVO8jjMAeZtEG8qzA/s1600/earthquake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgkQqK6LZSjmkE71tIHlv4cA7o5cntznrtjkZfRVCnqUEPX5DPCwQg4qNxqwKhKlUs6FnIXrFHDqvEF72cNtMzdchaW7AL50uzVjIy2f4JQG-W35OK6rO5R04Xl_VVO8jjMAeZtEG8qzA/s400/earthquake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712942002971338162" border="0" /></a>We ran down an employee hallway through the emergency exit door and out of the mall. Everyone else was gathered outside and we quickly learned that we had just lived through <a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsww/Quakes/se082311a.php">an earthquake</a>. Perhaps it was because I am pregnant and tired, but it really shook me up. Everyone was okay, but Rock had plaster in his hair from the ceiling above the play area! I thought I was done with those things after I left San Diego. Crazy times.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-38979292819747860922011-08-21T09:02:00.000-07:002012-02-29T11:50:48.250-08:00Engaged!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQiqeTMslzOIX2I56C2EES9y9V1-IvCV6os2alINdanjggKApApPSndMFM8BiHM-LmXLMxKW20gVhfdjBftyXuwh688yrj3baErH8xQV4DkhRl7AbPlFNBg34c9VV1GVI0zCOluHg4vs/s1600/Spring+2008+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQiqeTMslzOIX2I56C2EES9y9V1-IvCV6os2alINdanjggKApApPSndMFM8BiHM-LmXLMxKW20gVhfdjBftyXuwh688yrj3baErH8xQV4DkhRl7AbPlFNBg34c9VV1GVI0zCOluHg4vs/s400/Spring+2008+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714646342798236002" border="0" /></a>You all know about Rock's first girlfriend Becky.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLC5yFv8oRSwCMpXnQTPMFzQMGfTvl3jAx7FCZTnJH9Si_zlHOj-jajTrX4XXPJeB_mjHFpuS1_Dh9uXw909QjYsCho0e0JxbyPOWLswFhCV87EetmJezIP72EztvfN0kfDnH5Q-0pQjg/s1600/293940_10150290795777022_761892021_7648838_442980_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLC5yFv8oRSwCMpXnQTPMFzQMGfTvl3jAx7FCZTnJH9Si_zlHOj-jajTrX4XXPJeB_mjHFpuS1_Dh9uXw909QjYsCho0e0JxbyPOWLswFhCV87EetmJezIP72EztvfN0kfDnH5Q-0pQjg/s400/293940_10150290795777022_761892021_7648838_442980_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714646355357574002" border="0" /></a>Well, she went and found herself another boyfriend, Matt.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleWRK_vu-aj4ASkJlCvtkAs9FBC8GqftdrVtcHIB8GivpGCbmLueLARB9Wun5Gcm__1fFfoQZCNavDuo2sQHQo45_h_qQe8ZnQk-pXegEIw6lgS55J2pPCAutvnU4Nii0iSwhygPF7TY/s1600/292509_10150290795932022_761892021_7648841_614691_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhleWRK_vu-aj4ASkJlCvtkAs9FBC8GqftdrVtcHIB8GivpGCbmLueLARB9Wun5Gcm__1fFfoQZCNavDuo2sQHQo45_h_qQe8ZnQk-pXegEIw6lgS55J2pPCAutvnU4Nii0iSwhygPF7TY/s400/292509_10150290795932022_761892021_7648841_614691_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714646357345089218" border="0" /></a>And then he gave her this.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfj8eNWPxFelOU7wzwckiZTylz8ol2ZVPLaatTYDuNa0YztvJNBunzf3D21EmhwueK_tcgsa7p47AynZG3_lFTpAu5kLxZdQRAofnXgEqQChZuN_wfHSEqff-dbtdJL9yWUlsHiJFoXo/s1600/295566_10150290795742022_7569426_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfj8eNWPxFelOU7wzwckiZTylz8ol2ZVPLaatTYDuNa0YztvJNBunzf3D21EmhwueK_tcgsa7p47AynZG3_lFTpAu5kLxZdQRAofnXgEqQChZuN_wfHSEqff-dbtdJL9yWUlsHiJFoXo/s400/295566_10150290795742022_7569426_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714646349973320866" border="0" /></a>And we were all there to celebrate right afterwards! SO SO SO SO SO happy for them! And SO SO SO SO SO SO excited that she asked me to be a bridesmaid and Matt asked Fix to be a groomsman! And although Matt is taking away his first love, Rock has still agreed to be the ringbearer. I think I might die when I see him in a tux.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-15502484784528351182011-08-20T20:31:00.000-07:002012-02-25T08:55:55.112-08:00Pics from Papa<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7wvW0cQpOtebTwzeYMs31AjBHZTCEi_T2tF9YAlYVOGehvQsptT6pnS54KU3mRO6c93Ioot-QRcpK2X8IADI6tKT6H7MGBibxaCcnOpf3XEsP1PMqUssVUBZf9nhgTafSaJJ3LaEFl0/s1600/IMG00264-20110828-1700.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7wvW0cQpOtebTwzeYMs31AjBHZTCEi_T2tF9YAlYVOGehvQsptT6pnS54KU3mRO6c93Ioot-QRcpK2X8IADI6tKT6H7MGBibxaCcnOpf3XEsP1PMqUssVUBZf9nhgTafSaJJ3LaEFl0/s400/IMG00264-20110828-1700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712926659713937698" border="0" /></a>These are some random pictures from Papa John's cell phone... This first one is Rock sporting his VBS sailor hat.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwp1zPNLDDhxkgsf03kphZkfwWR_YxyMvCsS-OxT1iRv6zIFJCsYcHHY9zyojNiG8Mj1nj5xGIun9Bev6zG7JRcNSD44rBF_-HrCmlOE9MipF9kAYEWqME4Pj83SocHA4tQXFclaqMKw/s1600/IMG00263-20110828-1659.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwp1zPNLDDhxkgsf03kphZkfwWR_YxyMvCsS-OxT1iRv6zIFJCsYcHHY9zyojNiG8Mj1nj5xGIun9Bev6zG7JRcNSD44rBF_-HrCmlOE9MipF9kAYEWqME4Pj83SocHA4tQXFclaqMKw/s400/IMG00263-20110828-1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712926658056209154" border="0" /></a>Louisa sporting a hat of her own.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4VZhzCh9rVhWvb8Dyb_JgluM33Ebk_lXEcHkEji1Mcr0j0EPWVIMkNFe8yujLDP7pp7_3W1NiekHWbwxvOqGqI1DKAQFrJDId7aq6GJFyVncpesP3dzmwMuDfa6Uq03Tpl_0iEZ8K_I/s1600/IMG00261-20110826-2134.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4VZhzCh9rVhWvb8Dyb_JgluM33Ebk_lXEcHkEji1Mcr0j0EPWVIMkNFe8yujLDP7pp7_3W1NiekHWbwxvOqGqI1DKAQFrJDId7aq6GJFyVncpesP3dzmwMuDfa6Uq03Tpl_0iEZ8K_I/s400/IMG00261-20110826-2134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712926624281380274" border="0" /></a>Someone's looking preggo!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwO2Rh62BYoKUeB3fGihmQnPmydEMFmZUU1jpXpHGWIKIFjnMKHqBQ2FSXdOGnKP3RkvEGVDxg2dXQv4l1axoS66Nd3rOJf92SKrdhi0YTWnrG_ne5MukqPAytcIAz4_tKSzsxzsEpzTA/s1600/IMG00225-20110718-1908.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwO2Rh62BYoKUeB3fGihmQnPmydEMFmZUU1jpXpHGWIKIFjnMKHqBQ2FSXdOGnKP3RkvEGVDxg2dXQv4l1axoS66Nd3rOJf92SKrdhi0YTWnrG_ne5MukqPAytcIAz4_tKSzsxzsEpzTA/s400/IMG00225-20110718-1908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712926600194635266" border="0" /></a>Enjoying the new swing on Nana and Papa's back porch.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9tmdFTTEy2pZFaV5snYkJrqSBKsxJxNHw6bSakUi2LYt-ebxFA0zAlNC_OEZvtOr-BQAFnHHMtcCY1UM-r7pw_CNA9uG1d9aitSRBO-bmcVMPfV5r_G5LFJ8MN31Fnyqv2_SUvZ6JpQ/s1600/IMG00274-20110911-2133.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9tmdFTTEy2pZFaV5snYkJrqSBKsxJxNHw6bSakUi2LYt-ebxFA0zAlNC_OEZvtOr-BQAFnHHMtcCY1UM-r7pw_CNA9uG1d9aitSRBO-bmcVMPfV5r_G5LFJ8MN31Fnyqv2_SUvZ6JpQ/s400/IMG00274-20110911-2133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712926667651089410" border="0" /></a>Pretty in pink.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-70766663914395107832011-08-16T08:56:00.000-07:002012-02-25T08:57:32.394-08:00The King of Sprinkles<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvebXH4-75GjCFaeh4uDHGJlduonD88q6UjAzlpswCN9E8N8N76g311boF0ePWNYZDq7CwRzfuEicHJAIHVNrlJ-vfHm3_ph9skG_YdP12IdiegNVhnJFS_71qvHzLny56rm7J8ceFrE0/s1600/228959_10150353142315609_528120608_10221582_6787194_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvebXH4-75GjCFaeh4uDHGJlduonD88q6UjAzlpswCN9E8N8N76g311boF0ePWNYZDq7CwRzfuEicHJAIHVNrlJ-vfHm3_ph9skG_YdP12IdiegNVhnJFS_71qvHzLny56rm7J8ceFrE0/s400/228959_10150353142315609_528120608_10221582_6787194_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713118323565212290" border="0" /></a>... Or so he called himself.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-2382078870213979312011-08-10T08:41:00.000-07:002012-02-25T08:42:20.831-08:00Goggles<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTbKiF-GwGMPGbGJhad_YldCy93_Irz3RqG9qwJVKxXpilypFsMOxMn4la1-nNEh2i-V9gAt_-eae5f383yWh0hj7ev3z10tBAHx0-Jb0P8IytxlFg16RKchbfbBVnk7NGk6KD1d7moc/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTbKiF-GwGMPGbGJhad_YldCy93_Irz3RqG9qwJVKxXpilypFsMOxMn4la1-nNEh2i-V9gAt_-eae5f383yWh0hj7ev3z10tBAHx0-Jb0P8IytxlFg16RKchbfbBVnk7NGk6KD1d7moc/s400/photo%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713114389577417618" border="0" /></a>I took this picture to show Fix just how cool he looks in goggles. Agreed?<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-16893238788362702502011-08-09T22:05:00.005-07:002012-02-25T08:38:25.166-08:00Marta and Jono got Hitched!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt9o1lj3jp2q5ZWb35gROf8Q_zFalbg6pztd0jPGHUeI2Dz3q3YoWo-3TQ9Yv2Xs8QQa_WVl_sNTbwPehKcl9bHwAL07RQiq5LCuyKqTprPKu1psGerulw4PIqz2OhRpUhYnHC9MnkeE/s1600/297056_10100400083875660_15904256_52814022_856224317_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt9o1lj3jp2q5ZWb35gROf8Q_zFalbg6pztd0jPGHUeI2Dz3q3YoWo-3TQ9Yv2Xs8QQa_WVl_sNTbwPehKcl9bHwAL07RQiq5LCuyKqTprPKu1psGerulw4PIqz2OhRpUhYnHC9MnkeE/s400/297056_10100400083875660_15904256_52814022_856224317_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713109767493544594" border="0" /></a>They did it! Marta is now Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jono</span> Wilcox! Okay so his given name isn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jono</span>, it's Jonathan and he has like seven middle names 'cause he is a Brit, but whatever.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihINvJxXg4QmCJH9YOrCNkEXzXCaxf634jD6SfDkOOfWdSAr3_mhG1zZjuz1orYzBnGzGEiH7a5ZKTA8_-IVVr-btssmmLFCVM8e8y4fZE_AaTm3pjOuP1AsIHINpcPtOyVIABaZIqiM8/s1600/photo-10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihINvJxXg4QmCJH9YOrCNkEXzXCaxf634jD6SfDkOOfWdSAr3_mhG1zZjuz1orYzBnGzGEiH7a5ZKTA8_-IVVr-btssmmLFCVM8e8y4fZE_AaTm3pjOuP1AsIHINpcPtOyVIABaZIqiM8/s400/photo-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713109763811039602" border="0" /></a>We were encouraged to wear hats, but I didn't have time to buy one. So I used my<a href="http://shop.stelladot.com/style/b2c_en_us/shop/brooches/plume-brooch.html"> S&D brooch</a> to make a little hair embellishment.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNPTRd-blTF8qS9gWO5DpGM8DrSs-4G-zztiDml1MYh7kUFHYrQjT5U-IPC89mzobxH0giuPjWfJ3uD7FEOsUrUk5WGvBV7KRMQR_IrBTMCw1j2vFgEDSefr1iiJ8pKzC_-8jFV35kPw/s1600/251484_2315168044900_1420433178_32718160_1006762_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNPTRd-blTF8qS9gWO5DpGM8DrSs-4G-zztiDml1MYh7kUFHYrQjT5U-IPC89mzobxH0giuPjWfJ3uD7FEOsUrUk5WGvBV7KRMQR_IrBTMCw1j2vFgEDSefr1iiJ8pKzC_-8jFV35kPw/s400/251484_2315168044900_1420433178_32718160_1006762_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713108937516325330" border="0" /></a>Lisa was TOTALLY rocking in her hat. I was jealous. Notice the hand-on-the-belly-I'm-not-fat-I'm-pregnant pose I'm sporting.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQVpDn1yEACg-wyu9Lt9t9K6w7N-EvKJCITyWnUxmUGkXEaoy00v-dB8gaOZbb2a3yXEOiYVCd-3iXFvYIDpOcEUyjq4_wvGQHD4hRcYCMWBjnX0xbUd5Nwxfmlpo0BxR2bp3Pp6iStE/s1600/photo-11.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQVpDn1yEACg-wyu9Lt9t9K6w7N-EvKJCITyWnUxmUGkXEaoy00v-dB8gaOZbb2a3yXEOiYVCd-3iXFvYIDpOcEUyjq4_wvGQHD4hRcYCMWBjnX0xbUd5Nwxfmlpo0BxR2bp3Pp6iStE/s400/photo-11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713109784087238674" border="0" /></a>Marta was a breathtaking bride...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKl228qtOMa-SW7woU0kvv5A3kDdEToZoaoWLociylgYZEFnD1rmjHva206EMgzpK7xBei4bmd0O-XAY5pbY1T7fvGRN-oZf01cF-gpPT5crq8ARrkzA0Ozl99FAyfSX0nA2ULuCsK19I/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKl228qtOMa-SW7woU0kvv5A3kDdEToZoaoWLociylgYZEFnD1rmjHva206EMgzpK7xBei4bmd0O-XAY5pbY1T7fvGRN-oZf01cF-gpPT5crq8ARrkzA0Ozl99FAyfSX0nA2ULuCsK19I/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713109777397608114" border="0" /></a>This star pin has been worn by brides in her family for several generations. So cool.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7PrG71jAi6KsE09ylv9PO7vnUAb5234R4wKFbLpsfB5EKcEjzZ4onZ1ASmRmiaUBDwZcHIXiFU8gzxDA9Xr3HTXQ6-X-trzSnvzS_g57woEezIGcn3SGR2GaOwHKvECg7iuDjQFm8H0/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7PrG71jAi6KsE09ylv9PO7vnUAb5234R4wKFbLpsfB5EKcEjzZ4onZ1ASmRmiaUBDwZcHIXiFU8gzxDA9Xr3HTXQ6-X-trzSnvzS_g57woEezIGcn3SGR2GaOwHKvECg7iuDjQFm8H0/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713108947371767170" border="0" /></a>While there was no official bouquet toss, Jonathan was happy to be given the bridal bouquet to use as a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">boutonniere</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40w3uXQFZ5KGJYDqktCv_-JY6YafjeEKsj81WtRA3HxSJcfEvvkMeUwmT_Hi-bg3NwqBaso2w7GJATwR-uIrgzGdAJ3CtuZw3dTWTv5KOSdavlZs4QECCT1mC4Fdliwb1jSJMgy3M3ro/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40w3uXQFZ5KGJYDqktCv_-JY6YafjeEKsj81WtRA3HxSJcfEvvkMeUwmT_Hi-bg3NwqBaso2w7GJATwR-uIrgzGdAJ3CtuZw3dTWTv5KOSdavlZs4QECCT1mC4Fdliwb1jSJMgy3M3ro/s400/photo%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713108954563394706" border="0" /></a>After a tea and cookies (and fruit and yummy savory things) reception, the couple dashed off to an unknown location for a few hours...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JUilZbkMuLotEURB9ME220g781xwNhwM6X1_G__A8-O3op5kIZB2mbd-dC0JNb8ibyvmwBeL7gqI4Bp8AFP_IvV6K56g93oUk2aesKKyW6BRP6yot_OrFdoEzQ_8CjTBKmqCseASsts/s1600/206018_2315169684941_1420433178_32718166_8071170_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JUilZbkMuLotEURB9ME220g781xwNhwM6X1_G__A8-O3op5kIZB2mbd-dC0JNb8ibyvmwBeL7gqI4Bp8AFP_IvV6K56g93oUk2aesKKyW6BRP6yot_OrFdoEzQ_8CjTBKmqCseASsts/s400/206018_2315169684941_1420433178_32718166_8071170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713108932742089778" border="0" /></a>And then we all gathered again in the awesome tent for some awesome cake. Oh and an awesome dinner reception. Right Jonathan?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVniNpA9Aq7Idc9aLAOERAh3UmAhc2PYvpRVDYR6mrrUyVVhL6wLL996vEPWRC0_t650hi-8pjNHn8E3_OIT_px1YfVnds7-d8qdntZbTonCZTavBXxyYNFQX8Rr5JAM1XB45ekj7zONk/s1600/281718_10150271523169678_589339677_7700415_4071349_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVniNpA9Aq7Idc9aLAOERAh3UmAhc2PYvpRVDYR6mrrUyVVhL6wLL996vEPWRC0_t650hi-8pjNHn8E3_OIT_px1YfVnds7-d8qdntZbTonCZTavBXxyYNFQX8Rr5JAM1XB45ekj7zONk/s400/281718_10150271523169678_589339677_7700415_4071349_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713108944484293602" border="0" /></a>Apparently when the two receptions are so far apart, you are supposed to change? Lisa lost her hat and I donned the new (to me) preggo dress that my sister Sarah gave me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0DneIsh5rZIlFwV9IctHuSFTrtTtNxDPsltZQ9-X8_8uMHuH4ubos7uRZTjS5BZLTio8ClwK28FPkqZ0aEfT1B3TnkM7hoM0FPr1Et2F86nMbPav7tUh77hUJj1GkbUwq3-1wx19GC0/s1600/312548_10100400084150110_15904256_52814026_1359145214_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0DneIsh5rZIlFwV9IctHuSFTrtTtNxDPsltZQ9-X8_8uMHuH4ubos7uRZTjS5BZLTio8ClwK28FPkqZ0aEfT1B3TnkM7hoM0FPr1Et2F86nMbPav7tUh77hUJj1GkbUwq3-1wx19GC0/s400/312548_10100400084150110_15904256_52814026_1359145214_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713113392412624642" border="0" /></a>Congratulations Marta and Jono! May God bless you with many happy years together!<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-59210478832359087472011-08-08T07:59:00.002-07:002012-02-25T08:44:29.560-08:00Marta and Jono had a Rehearsal Dinner!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vFfzJGs0xSca9xccrPfO4cm5IK6CFlYOnaoecHMF2foqJ7HWyfMLxsinc_N70BTyLtiUMioZaJO5EIQfz28RoG3FgP3Y-29Mxhhs2Ruvvp12FSlMxrkXk_ylD409-iGDnh5-xlh0RRk/s1600/297481_10100379586722120_15904256_52529508_3477744_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vFfzJGs0xSca9xccrPfO4cm5IK6CFlYOnaoecHMF2foqJ7HWyfMLxsinc_N70BTyLtiUMioZaJO5EIQfz28RoG3FgP3Y-29Mxhhs2Ruvvp12FSlMxrkXk_ylD409-iGDnh5-xlh0RRk/s400/297481_10100379586722120_15904256_52529508_3477744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713105728459634706" border="0" /></a>I've known Marta for her entire life. She is one of the youngest (Peter's younger, right?) kids in our Summer Fellowship group. She is too much fun. And she recently found herself a handsome British chap named Jono to marry.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIGsWe7ridQkq5jJ59jT5mXVEiTV4mmcydCo4ZZ-Oh5O4aEsmJxVRGToQ7gvGCIOsZsnlamvkchK3F61GlJoCOSLyZcoL1rCCXZU6v0hOcjsRx7Reugq6sgouC0STaYcaIR8EGl_EnUg/s1600/185225_10100379586572420_15904256_52529505_4003172_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIGsWe7ridQkq5jJ59jT5mXVEiTV4mmcydCo4ZZ-Oh5O4aEsmJxVRGToQ7gvGCIOsZsnlamvkchK3F61GlJoCOSLyZcoL1rCCXZU6v0hOcjsRx7Reugq6sgouC0STaYcaIR8EGl_EnUg/s400/185225_10100379586572420_15904256_52529505_4003172_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713105531441174802" border="0" /></a>Okay so you'll have to trust me here -- he's handsome. He is also too much fun. I was so excited to be able to attend their wedding (thanks Juju and Rocket for buying my ticket and Nana and Papa for helping Fix watch the wee ones!) in St. Louis on August 6th.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgS2fKnEkRBbJupTeayiRhTcRoBsd9Qjvt3Bt77s1FhZH2lYVoqdQgd9s6irgAFlMXfEIrB-h7m2mFAKsUtXWYeMlFxhT_QyHMPPMCxv75qa8tTIHzuL3WnzXY7H-VNedJcm3wzieLZg/s1600/295753_10100379588134290_15904256_52529524_6904598_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgS2fKnEkRBbJupTeayiRhTcRoBsd9Qjvt3Bt77s1FhZH2lYVoqdQgd9s6irgAFlMXfEIrB-h7m2mFAKsUtXWYeMlFxhT_QyHMPPMCxv75qa8tTIHzuL3WnzXY7H-VNedJcm3wzieLZg/s400/295753_10100379588134290_15904256_52529524_6904598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713105724408591922" border="0" /></a>The night before the big day we all gathered in this awesome tent (which completely transformed the Douglass' driveway) for some....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVNfIC4RLSgx9pdZ9aODwmttU_nQ2jNBj7uTs-4VxS500fpTxhjP_Kw5CeKfAsJZ4rk7T3HXPz6T2okLll_BkoYWODRpDkcMr-g1YTV8zO2lcoJhQH-0Nom8TATvuZzxkXbPRQcJhWE0/s1600/298540_10100379587470620_15904256_52529517_616598_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVNfIC4RLSgx9pdZ9aODwmttU_nQ2jNBj7uTs-4VxS500fpTxhjP_Kw5CeKfAsJZ4rk7T3HXPz6T2okLll_BkoYWODRpDkcMr-g1YTV8zO2lcoJhQH-0Nom8TATvuZzxkXbPRQcJhWE0/s400/298540_10100379587470620_15904256_52529517_616598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713105741297234338" border="0" /></a>REALLY yummy food...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWO7T8zXX2iOTQsKqHz6GR0QbbuN1UXUyxh3Dqw9HdgAmfL4Q4ge0_J0gttxVEqvGUqeDi79nniSQFkdOCqkYG-oNuJDbha0v0OcFjEB1v5hCY7g5dQPNTjK-dZ5yc_0crnGtuAQBQcrQ/s1600/226148_10150268661454678_589339677_7671762_1211571_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWO7T8zXX2iOTQsKqHz6GR0QbbuN1UXUyxh3Dqw9HdgAmfL4Q4ge0_J0gttxVEqvGUqeDi79nniSQFkdOCqkYG-oNuJDbha0v0OcFjEB1v5hCY7g5dQPNTjK-dZ5yc_0crnGtuAQBQcrQ/s400/226148_10150268661454678_589339677_7671762_1211571_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713103989861843170" border="0" /></a>Lots of witty banter with the Hudgens...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYG0VNUXHB47pKRVowd_w2TQtImc8ynaU8lHSNWEvtBK9YCywskhrpOsq6vvzIoJf-SFMuFPIT8tG_d_figAhV5iG1N6wq6EakCCuKBHc71LMVyMLYjWZ9wEeYMiWk2C16-UodUPMPUo/s1600/226148_10150268661459678_589339677_7671763_3540089_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYG0VNUXHB47pKRVowd_w2TQtImc8ynaU8lHSNWEvtBK9YCywskhrpOsq6vvzIoJf-SFMuFPIT8tG_d_figAhV5iG1N6wq6EakCCuKBHc71LMVyMLYjWZ9wEeYMiWk2C16-UodUPMPUo/s400/226148_10150268661459678_589339677_7671763_3540089_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713104004781145954" border="0" /></a>A few tears over the touching moments of our lives...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLZk9wOnDmt4GsPZjIgWxhzBhEZQrd7opzYAIk70N82wbY3GP8PK7wxr5x4on4SICstkxyYNvX4yXj27Jl50AKDKJsa2PO98yQL90L3uADGida_1suxJxBgJvQMM6sTcTf6lYO3C2L_E/s1600/298624_10100379588293970_15904256_52529526_7978355_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLZk9wOnDmt4GsPZjIgWxhzBhEZQrd7opzYAIk70N82wbY3GP8PK7wxr5x4on4SICstkxyYNvX4yXj27Jl50AKDKJsa2PO98yQL90L3uADGida_1suxJxBgJvQMM6sTcTf6lYO3C2L_E/s400/298624_10100379588293970_15904256_52529526_7978355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713105735623201666" border="0" /></a>And a romping Ceilidh (pronounced "kay-leigh"), aka Irish (or was it Scottish?) square dancing. It was too much fun.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-81253263736990836082011-08-06T22:04:00.007-07:002012-02-25T07:55:16.556-08:00Mothership Beer<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMo20Qopo9NmQdD8eC4pdwdcxs3dvT5dUqJ6Fdivhz3lcYb8cUTFpmbSqqY8w2PLDqGbsjkQfkdATom45uMnln0WjqW4mE1GKYxTAn7RotfzPb7RG-jWDPvM0treotwhvLpP2R-hsK6I/s1600/091201+Thanksgiving+and+Giveaway+010Edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMo20Qopo9NmQdD8eC4pdwdcxs3dvT5dUqJ6Fdivhz3lcYb8cUTFpmbSqqY8w2PLDqGbsjkQfkdATom45uMnln0WjqW4mE1GKYxTAn7RotfzPb7RG-jWDPvM0treotwhvLpP2R-hsK6I/s400/091201+Thanksgiving+and+Giveaway+010Edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713101220867367826" border="0" /></a>If you've been reading this blog for any length of time, you know about my husband Fix and his 5 best buds and how they call themselves <a href="http://http//fixfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/12/mothership-thanksgiving.html">The Mothership</a> (this pic is of the Mothership Thanksgiving celebration in 2009). It's a long story. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75csENn5scfP96L4V1I-ahm6yT8OcMpli6gnV3TIMHr1IbpAuCOI_ZKxks9gpZ-ZYHOdMapJfyis58gYEwb6JC2KUos_a5kwtOck87STxphP5pjFgbPdx5RTDz0QTbNVe4oEY0QvPUkE/s1600/mothership.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75csENn5scfP96L4V1I-ahm6yT8OcMpli6gnV3TIMHr1IbpAuCOI_ZKxks9gpZ-ZYHOdMapJfyis58gYEwb6JC2KUos_a5kwtOck87STxphP5pjFgbPdx5RTDz0QTbNVe4oEY0QvPUkE/s400/mothership.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713100196893969090" border="0" /></a>So imagine my delight when I saw this gem of a beer at Marta and Jono's rehearsal dinner (see the next posts for more pics from the wedding)!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhNev5DBDGkbwHLzAAq-ZQGno-8VyRZjj3M5N3gfb6QTRdkOv8KUTSjX73hr3a3KG_u-8Ho6TBKzIGXJ5s6Pa5YM9p-_awUAAu9C5nRUxDDBCEvgN_9ix1GFE5mfFNAff6v9_X90syUY/s1600/photo%25289%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhNev5DBDGkbwHLzAAq-ZQGno-8VyRZjj3M5N3gfb6QTRdkOv8KUTSjX73hr3a3KG_u-8Ho6TBKzIGXJ5s6Pa5YM9p-_awUAAu9C5nRUxDDBCEvgN_9ix1GFE5mfFNAff6v9_X90syUY/s400/photo%25289%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713098765301858338" border="0" /></a>The label was witty and the taste was...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJ8XRGdQeOx0p_58ZFRpddRCRRbyEnaBVREFIyYH5IdYWwqNM-fB6ujNxha6CBC8gcIyIkkn8Q23lkJo0Lq-RGXqQTdHJyz1g9hFU7lth1w242BDTPL9gKJ3l3mCAT-pOxVpuQ4OmPAQ/s1600/photo-9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJ8XRGdQeOx0p_58ZFRpddRCRRbyEnaBVREFIyYH5IdYWwqNM-fB6ujNxha6CBC8gcIyIkkn8Q23lkJo0Lq-RGXqQTdHJyz1g9hFU7lth1w242BDTPL9gKJ3l3mCAT-pOxVpuQ4OmPAQ/s400/photo-9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713098037933557170" border="0" /></a>Well, you'll have to ask Juju. I am pregnant so I told her she'd have to sample it and tell me how it tasted. Too bad my mom doesn't drink so the bottle isn't even touching her lips in this picture. After I took it (and promptly attached it to her contact name in my phone so it comes up whenever she calls me!), I took a sip of the beer for myself. It was pretty tasty!<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-76328538769131628302011-08-02T21:38:00.000-07:002012-02-24T21:43:04.295-08:00Dancing for their Dinner<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMueHkrWkm29UQF-zj75IRE6sFcqRhyphenhyphenc8OjieFocIGetWfkE5EKAEc0NJae3OLbOZqnXWtIUcC18pjZ1TBMp55ngWulSu2Nj5o9ZK-ZODFnPV2yVkZIhc3JLzFhAt_rJWpTM9z3rdp2eg/s1600/futondancing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMueHkrWkm29UQF-zj75IRE6sFcqRhyphenhyphenc8OjieFocIGetWfkE5EKAEc0NJae3OLbOZqnXWtIUcC18pjZ1TBMp55ngWulSu2Nj5o9ZK-ZODFnPV2yVkZIhc3JLzFhAt_rJWpTM9z3rdp2eg/s400/futondancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712943583509242930" border="0" /></a>These days Rock and Lou beat the pre-dinner blues by singing their own version of the blues. They grab their hats, hop up on the futon, and dance and belt their little hearts out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93B44IqiGET91GTPer0luX70ZoJaP7M-fKcAhuLrqn0Y0L7Fl4NaGvGI2Gd6otFE8jXVsJG9yLGNNXIvkWVfHIzbxj5FFx10fHKzz8vKDN06ievJ1xYtUAukq0-H3b9kXGKWbDJeIPBw/s1600/futondancing2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93B44IqiGET91GTPer0luX70ZoJaP7M-fKcAhuLrqn0Y0L7Fl4NaGvGI2Gd6otFE8jXVsJG9yLGNNXIvkWVfHIzbxj5FFx10fHKzz8vKDN06ievJ1xYtUAukq0-H3b9kXGKWbDJeIPBw/s400/futondancing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712943585977176818" border="0" /></a>The tunes are very loud and rarely make any sense, but I'll take it over whining any day.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-68697196067316157922011-07-27T21:35:00.000-07:002012-02-24T21:37:59.869-08:00Playdoh Papa<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SzVpZTG7QAosuIr47rzh4Jhfd8Fc9smnnbB8oSm4E5ovjgmbjDQAsXqTSXuZnpAFSee89FMRfREBWTWhrhlMRApJbg3N7K1FraB7sug79E-xpvsyPSjYnOqZAoWLkylyzzMKH0qYrUU/s1600/yellowpapajohn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1SzVpZTG7QAosuIr47rzh4Jhfd8Fc9smnnbB8oSm4E5ovjgmbjDQAsXqTSXuZnpAFSee89FMRfREBWTWhrhlMRApJbg3N7K1FraB7sug79E-xpvsyPSjYnOqZAoWLkylyzzMKH0qYrUU/s400/yellowpapajohn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712943068146106898" border="0" /></a>Rock had a lot of fun pretending that this yellow Play-doh beard made him look like Papa John.<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-73562231574793207682011-07-25T21:14:00.001-07:002012-02-24T21:25:15.515-08:00Dino Pajamas<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLHiX9mC3xQveVlfOKbXbGnLyp2s_OtzWj33VeTGwpiAD08Uf7wzWmTo0Z8oPrXONolwKoAf6KxTt6uV7uO7H6SSgbSNQrnvLhz5ikKFm0kzgMkASaSCmmg3e7pxiW2UmeZc15qbch8A/s1600/dino+pjs2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLHiX9mC3xQveVlfOKbXbGnLyp2s_OtzWj33VeTGwpiAD08Uf7wzWmTo0Z8oPrXONolwKoAf6KxTt6uV7uO7H6SSgbSNQrnvLhz5ikKFm0kzgMkASaSCmmg3e7pxiW2UmeZc15qbch8A/s400/dino+pjs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712938568091365794" border="0" /></a>If it wasn't for Nana Kerry and Juju, my children would probably sleep in their clothes every night. But thanks to the grandmas, Rock and Lou are continually getting new bedtime digs.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0odSJe6asLaVk4pMQz5-2njoTl0l1yV76WH2bgQFzNFZj-KuK1gAxD69MBHnud462V8ezdVCrELFYQW2YmkeJ7ANVeMv-7gRju0e6ymszc6NpM6_zPq-GbfYHI3-QX83hJOXr2C3RlyM/s1600/dino+pjs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0odSJe6asLaVk4pMQz5-2njoTl0l1yV76WH2bgQFzNFZj-KuK1gAxD69MBHnud462V8ezdVCrELFYQW2YmkeJ7ANVeMv-7gRju0e6ymszc6NpM6_zPq-GbfYHI3-QX83hJOXr2C3RlyM/s400/dino+pjs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712938540928231122" border="0" /></a>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-9543980004389238382011-07-23T18:56:00.000-07:002012-02-24T19:56:16.680-08:00BOO!<div style="text-align: center;">AN UPDATE ON FEBRUARY 24th, 2012:<br /><br />So you may have noticed that it's been awhile since I updated this blog. Well, I have been very busy this Fall/Winter. And then I accidentally sorta sat on my laptop. It was only for a millisecond and I didn't even put all my weight down on it. But it also happened to be the day that our third child was born so I was more than a little large at that point. <br /><br />And it killed my hard drive. Which deleted a whole slew of pictures that I had intended to put up here. So, the end of the Summer and most of the Fall was lost. At least as far as pictures are concerned.<br /><br />But I am pulling together the few pictures that I took on my cell phone and ones that others gave us to give you a piecemeal glimpse at our Fall. I will be post-dating the pics so the blog will stay in chronological order. This is because I want this blog to function as a scrapbook for our lives. And I will also be writing in a post-dated voice so I will talk about events that have already occurred (Halloween, the birth of our third child, Christmas, etc.) as though they haven't already happened.<br /><br />So if that thoroughly confuses you, sorry. If you can hang with me through this rough stage, I promise I am trying to get back into blogging mode. And yes, I realize that I may be writing this note to my mom as she may be the only loyal reader I have left...<br /><br />Anyway, here we go...<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-30896840962963421742011-07-21T11:32:00.000-07:002012-02-24T19:44:23.479-08:00Lovely Lou<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbN3RC5CKUU05gO6AMCjTDjj3z1En6ro7K5jp5_II2pHzZ2NkE01imLSyORfP9W-sStARanv6wDS24ziSalfkwrkHGiRy5_s1JxDFLbFdQ0ZUwbsyTJA1ubXMAgotN_GFz4vgVf2uhG4/s1600/July+August+2011+%252813%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbN3RC5CKUU05gO6AMCjTDjj3z1En6ro7K5jp5_II2pHzZ2NkE01imLSyORfP9W-sStARanv6wDS24ziSalfkwrkHGiRy5_s1JxDFLbFdQ0ZUwbsyTJA1ubXMAgotN_GFz4vgVf2uhG4/s400/July+August+2011+%252813%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683471811199372850" border="0" /></a>Our Little Lou just gets cuter and cuter by the day.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliptlEYBlGkTcW7_mIw6O4ZWV0I4_iitxtjSIETdSa_X7WekYE9kVNs0uBYQ4n7kCJnvgx5lnHHzzl_u2GmTcalytHBwKbZcjUoKNFYjneymy55qskhD8eN1zdQq5Fx2yVnrx9L2YzIs/s1600/July+August+2011+%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjliptlEYBlGkTcW7_mIw6O4ZWV0I4_iitxtjSIETdSa_X7WekYE9kVNs0uBYQ4n7kCJnvgx5lnHHzzl_u2GmTcalytHBwKbZcjUoKNFYjneymy55qskhD8eN1zdQq5Fx2yVnrx9L2YzIs/s400/July+August+2011+%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683471801888122146" border="0" /></a>I love when she intentionally crinkles her nose. It distracts from the hot mess that is her hair. But don't worry Lou -- it'll continue to grow and I haven't given up on it yet!<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-18762809448179347022011-07-20T11:31:00.001-07:002012-02-24T19:37:46.512-08:00Mr. Potato Head<div style="text-align: center;">Do you know Mabel Sawhill? She is a fantastic woman who defies her age (97 I believe) and keeps right on cooking. Literally. She catered our wedding. And the weddings of most of my parent's friends. And a few of their parent's friends. She's so amazing that Madeline Marshall followed her to create her senior thesis/film. It's a beautiful testament to a beautiful, Godly woman.<br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22307415?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/22307415">This Is Life</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/madelinemarshall">Madeline Marshall</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Anyway, what does she have to do with Mr. Potato Head? She told my mom and Rock that back in the day, they used to just have the Mr. Potato Head accessories and you put them in to a real potato.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwBE3TQUVUvwZuYYDNSwnup1FK-dUihDl2IjgSSoQJlVwdyNr9mYuxL1o0bg4jsxmpHEcZC5uFarf6h1Th-igc2OMi8Sl_DCOHbrWnV5zL-MAKsyXhRdHCUR0ro9rNxCge61QtZum9vY/s1600/JUJU+007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwBE3TQUVUvwZuYYDNSwnup1FK-dUihDl2IjgSSoQJlVwdyNr9mYuxL1o0bg4jsxmpHEcZC5uFarf6h1Th-igc2OMi8Sl_DCOHbrWnV5zL-MAKsyXhRdHCUR0ro9rNxCge61QtZum9vY/s400/JUJU+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683471559041649490" border="0" /></a>So they tried it out for themselves. Pretty cute, huh?<br /></div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637648056689633821.post-67736899275445303332011-07-18T19:38:00.002-07:002012-02-24T22:08:43.031-08:00HE'S HERE!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZiiA9BWcBxLO49g7Ne9ZCCuN4oSnNDOjnuXj3dZltl77TKPrSz-T4311Ep-Rjv3U7Fn3GVV4DkwhL4N5BmI_aEov7TgWitaNMEdpKXHf8bRkRsGv5CWSwlxYE13sA_rYSjlNNisvnj_U/s1600/7-17-2011+%252815%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZiiA9BWcBxLO49g7Ne9ZCCuN4oSnNDOjnuXj3dZltl77TKPrSz-T4311Ep-Rjv3U7Fn3GVV4DkwhL4N5BmI_aEov7TgWitaNMEdpKXHf8bRkRsGv5CWSwlxYE13sA_rYSjlNNisvnj_U/s400/7-17-2011+%252815%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712912541694440050" border="0" /></a>We've been waiting and waiting for MARK RONALD MCCALLUM to make his big debut! And he's finally here! Mark was born at 11:27pm on July 17th. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCRMaHXXFsRqigtZtkDYA6CEDon49Nm5tDpCoPPp0Jc9hzjLQMgShSwyOq0AevPPtNTE04ebk-UnMiBMprMAwZ1MNJJ1avSW3iq1YFo9cT0AMEQ9OIQ2K1vWJBRVhfjAoZZwl4sx3aYM/s1600/7-17-2011+%252828%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCRMaHXXFsRqigtZtkDYA6CEDon49Nm5tDpCoPPp0Jc9hzjLQMgShSwyOq0AevPPtNTE04ebk-UnMiBMprMAwZ1MNJJ1avSW3iq1YFo9cT0AMEQ9OIQ2K1vWJBRVhfjAoZZwl4sx3aYM/s400/7-17-2011+%252828%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712913152451009426" border="0" /></a>He is beyond cute and we are so happy for Ron and Sarah! You can follow all of his adventures at <a href="http://www.tonybagels.blogspot.com/">www.tonybagels.blogspot.com</a>.</div>Mrs. Fixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13963429288948336041noreply@blogger.com0