tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24010307840112207082023-11-16T04:59:52.875-08:00The BooniesWe currently live in Southwest Virginia on this beautiful 80 acre farm with our three kids. Life is always exciting in the Boonies!!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-7910223564623874022012-02-29T10:42:00.002-08:002012-02-29T10:49:19.658-08:00Happy Leap Day!Today, we're celebrating Leap Day. We just put a pan of Leap Year Day cake in the oven. Recipe found here:<br /><br /><a href="http://hicookery.com/tag/leap-year-day-cake/">http://hicookery.com/tag/leap-year-day-cake/</a><br /><br />I am a frosting fanatic, so I'm adding strawberry cream cheese frosting. We're also playing Leap Frog and once dad comes home (if it's not raining) we're going to play a nice game of Stick Frog. This is a Boone family thing (Padre Boone would be so proud). :)<br /><br />We also just got a new baby lamb that we're bottle feeding. Since the other two sheep that we own have "F" names (Floppy and Flossy), this one has just been christened Fanny. She's a cutie. The kids don't know that fanny is another word for the back side, or they'd be cracking up and making jokes. Anything to do with the bum or potty language makes them laugh uncontrollably. Oh, children!! <br /><br />We hope you're finding a reason to have fun on this day that only comes around every four years!! <br /><br />Happy Leap Day!!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-20947061313501206112011-06-13T16:06:00.001-07:002011-06-13T16:13:12.809-07:00Road TripWe're currently on our way to Utah. We will have driven 32 hours by our arrival and we're almost there--thank goodness!! Just two hours more to go. We've had a great drive really all things considered. Tyler has been sick for part of the trip and the kids have been superb. I personally can't wait to eat real food. <br /><br />We're a tad bit sad to leave our little farm. We have new pets-- a pup named Cinnamon Snowball Boone, two little lambs, and a duck named Howard. There are fun stories associated with all so maybe I'll share later. Also our cow, Dolly, should calf while we're gone.<br /><br />We're so excited to spend a month in Utah with family and fun!! Cousins and siblings, here we come!!! Can't wait!!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-25405467658685745522011-05-01T21:28:00.000-07:002011-05-01T21:30:18.549-07:00May Day, May DayHappy May Day. I'm alive. I'm sure it doesn't seem like it, but I do still exist. Hope you all have had a joyous first day of May. We enjoyed a lovely little Sunday with naps, Magic cookies, and warm weather. <br /><br />Maybe I'll try to resurrect my blog...<br /><br />I'll try...<br /><br />But, I'm not going to make false promises.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-60013693197540334502010-05-18T19:42:00.000-07:002010-05-18T19:47:44.654-07:00Something has happened to me...Tonight I realized as I was out in a social setting that I don't know how to be social any more. I somehow either become too quiet or I can't stop talking. I found myself extremely annoying and in my head I'd say to myself, "That's enough!" But then, I couldn't stop talking. UGH! And, I don't need those comments from siblings who say "You've always been annoying." <br />I have a complex now. Maybe it's time to just be a hermit.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-79796680590496703692010-05-09T19:43:00.000-07:002010-05-09T20:29:05.556-07:00Happy Mother's Day!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_CXdS0-uMFcNK_fZfgxvJcsBVi3xOSnSfJ0SMx7hqECk__pm5BTWflSn94YA8hiwD1oSY_wK594ItYfQKg1VGUjdH8tiUX70-EhQFVdrSSVmGlxsRPJHbgBSghyphenhyphenFG4qgQrj7uaEkEUC8/s1600/farm+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469477929226840498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_CXdS0-uMFcNK_fZfgxvJcsBVi3xOSnSfJ0SMx7hqECk__pm5BTWflSn94YA8hiwD1oSY_wK594ItYfQKg1VGUjdH8tiUX70-EhQFVdrSSVmGlxsRPJHbgBSghyphenhyphenFG4qgQrj7uaEkEUC8/s320/farm+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGYcY2u1lhsvPeGc-7Slgf8ZsqANe9z3hYvJT0LKXP_y4_nPBmGC6-7CFfeohFy7bwteaudwYQWWN3VS8r3dMBEMwZeJ6xjCkMuEMw7_KAIHeGHBiO1R5DYbCPU3eGNg2SPSdy8bGrCes/s1600/farm+017.jpg"></a>(I know they look a little shaggy. They now all have haircuts, but I still love this picture and had to post it. Also we haven't refinished our steps. This is on the house list of to-do's. Now I'm done with apologies and on to a post).<br /><br /><div>Today I feel special. It's been a wonderful day and I'm so thankful to my hubby and little ones for making it such. I love my sweet little ones. I'm so grateful for my mother. We've had a fun weekend and a great Mother's Day. </div><div></div><br /><div>In the LDS church, the membership mostly gives talks based on topics given to us by our leaders. We do not have a preacher who preaches to us every Sunday. The members share messages and they usually help strengthen the individual speaking. </div><br /><div>Today hubby had to give a talk. It was one of the most tender talks he's given. It was very sweet. He was given a talk that President Thomas S. Monson (the prophet of our church) gave "Behold Thy Mother." <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=2528605ff590c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">Go read it if you can (Thomas S. Monson, “‘Behold Thy Mother’,” Ensign, Apr 1998, 2</a>). It's one of those timeless talks. We work with the youth and one of their mom's turned around and said to me, "What's he trying to do make everyone cry?" Anyway, it was very endearing and I'm grateful he's my hubby. He also paid tribute to his mother and spoke about her integrity. I'm so grateful for her as well. She's a rock and when she says she'll do something she'll do it. She's a woman of service and she's one of a kind. </div><br /><div>I'm grateful for the mother's I've had in my life. My mother. My Granny. My Grandma. My Mother-in-Law. My sisters and sisters-in-law. I have such good examples of what a mother should be. I feel so blessed and hope that I can be what I ought. </div><br /><div></div><div>This is how President Monson closed his talk, "One cannot forget mother and remember God. </div><div>One cannot remember mother and forget God. Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one. " I like that. I want to be a partner in crime. I guess I should say partner in goodness. Yeah. That definitely sounds better!! Happy Mother's Day everyone!</div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-22710890855329331752010-05-09T19:42:00.000-07:002010-05-10T15:26:16.328-07:00A Weekend of FoodMy sis Jen came home on Friday and we took our cute little mom out to dinner. We went to a Japanese steakhouse and ate way too much. It was such fun, and we talked and laughed until they practically kicked us out of the restaurant. I don't think we've had a girls night for ages and it really perked up the spirits. I'm so thankful for my mom. She's such a great lady. She is a listener and she somehow always knows when to say just what I need and even when not to say anything at all. She's a wise one. I feel blessed to have her as my mother.<br /><br />Yesterday, we had a very interesting dinner. My mom fried locust blooms and poke stalks. We then ate the leaves from the poke plant (very much like a spinach). Poke is a poisonous plant, but if it is washed at least twice and then boiled it is edible, and I must say quite delicious. The leaves were delicious with balsamic vinegar, and we breaded and fried the stalks which tasted much like okra. Locust blooms are just what the name says--the bloom from the locust tree. It is only available for about two weeks out of the year and it is also yummy. If you don't believe you can fry anything come to my house. I promise it will taste good. ;) We also had fresh steaks that were hickory smoked over hickory wood. I think it was hands down one of the best steaks I've eaten. And we had fresh trout that was also hickory smoked. The boys went fishing in the pond earlier yesterday, and David #3 caught the biggest fish. He caught a bigger fish than everyone so that equated to extra excitement.<br /><br />Today was a great Mother's Day. I got some fun little treats from everyone--yummy chocolates, some new perfume from hubby that I love, the movie Leap Year from Jen, and my sister-in-law made me a gorgeous picture collage in all black-and-white of the kids. It was a lovely day. But, the best part is that David, J, and L pampered me and mom by fixing a delicious dinner. We had baked chickens, wild rice, baked asparagus, spinach and blueberry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Frye</span> salad, and some homemade biscuits. David made the biscuits and I was impressed. We finished with homemade cake with strawberry cream cheese frosting and then some delicious home-made yogurt with fresh <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mangoes</span>, blackberries, and strawberries. The yogurt was my favorite part. I guess my weekend has revolved around a lot of food. Sorry for the long post, but it was a delicious weekend!!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-4226976243464514552010-05-09T19:23:00.000-07:002010-05-09T20:03:25.787-07:00Thursday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5G4tKSB14FH2CSVUa5fki5ByRATkbjtHvrjG565DRWckYPSXBZWPol7rRsEMC9g4UVrUYbvm0vofBKhy0hwJN4lwlQk4DQe1JVcXutX83cLbw-8eDAorpu8L5wEPeqXP3JqeeXvSgFMZN/s1600/farm+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469465457576131266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5G4tKSB14FH2CSVUa5fki5ByRATkbjtHvrjG565DRWckYPSXBZWPol7rRsEMC9g4UVrUYbvm0vofBKhy0hwJN4lwlQk4DQe1JVcXutX83cLbw-8eDAorpu8L5wEPeqXP3JqeeXvSgFMZN/s320/farm+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>On Thursday after work, we all gathered together and went to our neighbor's house to help shell some corn to plant our lower field with. We then came to our house to do the planting (the picture up above is one of our lower fields). We ended up receiving two bags of popcorn after the night--one bag of strawberry and another bag of yellow. The kids really had a fun night. </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469465442612677874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYHUP4eBSC27v0tEx0haOa8-Vbzt2wUto0ax1raJPRZuYhhcOY2NCS9VscKc1MpO59Iw7piIPKFX7iv49_rY7iUhK0xNi5DKmeCWH-1w4uuVY23lKWPIrTL69llBesbGacPIs7xsyzPA2/s320/farm+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>We planted--</div><div>*Sugar cane--We hand planted this in 12 long rows. Our neighbor dug the rows with his tractor. We make molasses every year in our neighborhood (if you can call it a neighborhood). Everyone gathers together and we do the molasses in a big pot. It consists of a long night boiling the juice from the sugar cane and lots of "tasting" to make sure it's just right. Anyway, we helped plant the cane. I've never helped plant it before. I learned that you need about 3-4 seeds and you plant them about 1 ft apart. We shall see how they grow. </div><div></div><div>*Popcorn--We planted two rows of strawberry popcorn. We actually popped some for dinner on Thursday night and it was quite good. There's something exciting about the fact that this was home-grown from last year.<br /></div><div>*Brooms?--Not sure what exactly this was, but the neighbor called it "brooms". I'm thinking broom sage, but my dad says that's not right either. Anyway, our neighbor planted two rows of brooms so that "the kids can make homemade brooms." I'm interested to see how this turns out.</div><div>*Sweet corn--All tractor planted and I LOVE FRESH SWEET CORN. I can't even wait.</div><div>*White corn--We use this to make corn meal with. And it was all planted with the tractor.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469465431854398706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtudayGPN4HmgUs3Vtmo9PdNOXxxuc18M7_dvuv5nVg8x-WFcA_juEqX02lRpdqxdfYnfND1jwNQLR4lpIMC8TcjH8sgMmlzysaxH93bf7fYQP559OIFPSKf9Sz4N4wUfhImz-G27CT1M4/s320/farm+007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>Anyway, such a fun night for the kids. We all helped with our two neighbors that we love and had a nice evening together. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469465449210962466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpyQd_4ptqr4rMkO0hGS-c3XSlhK1r1pQPcg4gn8kI3PoDz-8C45Yu3y-r5GP8p5t8ui0krQuXesvn9uJ3NNCMrrPJff7Gb-x6n5A5_0Dqj6sgdD1jp9B4SA1ANN-4xvbaJonYvGJvJsI/s320/farm+009.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-30070564501982389352010-05-04T20:54:00.000-07:002010-05-04T20:59:13.655-07:00SpidersThis morning Tyler said to me, "Mom!! If you put a spider in your eye it will bite your eye out and then you won't see." And I replied, "Really? Let's not put spider's in our eyes."<br /><br />Now I must ask, "Why would anyone ever think of putting a spider in their eye?" I just can't help but laugh.<br /><br />Next time you see a spider, please refrain from picking it up and popping it in your eye. I know if will be difficult, but it's definitely not worth losing an eye over.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-22390883365588997462010-05-04T20:12:00.000-07:002010-05-04T20:52:58.926-07:00HighlightsWe've had some really good weekends the past several weeks. <div><div><br /><strong>Highlights:</strong></div><div><br />--The second weekend of April our stake had a very large temple day. It was centered around the Primary and we had over 200 children at the temple day activity (most traveled 4-5 hours to get there). Several very sweet couples in our stake were group leaders and took the kids to different stations around the temple while parents and youth participated in temple work. It was a wonderful day and the boys loved the opportunity to be at the temple. I think it is an experience they will not forget, nor will I. President Thomas S. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Monson</span> has said, "as we touch the temple, the temple will touch us (“<a class="featureslink" href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&locale=0&sourceId=738eaeca0ea6b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&hideNav=1" target="_blank">A Shining Beacon on a Hill: Jordan River Temple Is Dedicated,</a>” Ensign, Jan. 1982, 77)." It took a little bit for Tyler to warm up to his group leaders, but he finally did (with a little bribery from mom). And, I think both Tyler and David will always remember going to the temple, singing songs, and having the opportunity to "touch the temple." We also had fun seeing Jen and meeting her neighbor with the talking parrot "Coco."</div><div> </div><div>--The weekend of the 17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> I took the boys and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Madilyn</span> to the park and we went for a hike on one of the local trails. The trail was extremely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">steep</span>. With packing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Madilyn</span> and a botched up knee, it was a bit rough for me on the way down. Plus, there was a really creepy guy in a truck who would not go away. Everything turned out okay, but I called my mom on the way down from the hike and she almost called the police. </div><div> </div><div>--The weekend of the 21st <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LeAnn</span> came down and we went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Pipestem</span> Park. It's a fun mountain state park in West Virginia that has a lot of activities and trails. The kids enjoyed playing and a hike to a lookout tower on the top of the mountain. We also had a picnic. David #3 has been wanting to go on a picnic for several months and we FINALLY made it happen. <br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467625587625477874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWPpv7bXUg_zWfyxaszmzJvUx4sOA62dhiqCf0Jch7tJigrkNOhypfVJo8Cg4thvKox65BiqmDimiYqdYTTyylTVetyMtfaFaMPxbIxrPiXGZvZakXNs3o_IbHuLv-qMNo7C9QdoUC-N1/s320/Camping+001.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> (The kids built this fun little lean-too tee-pee thing by the </div><div> picnic shelter around a tree. They kept calling it their house.)</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467625589106833650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVinUjGtGrAx1VQmaMTUgTRDk5ZaWst69Bym9LaPV-Q5ppAROSv-w7O_aLMAwR2YtnXqZ9FHfhmUn-_IEjl0XIbt-_IBhyphenhyphen1A2VaSx_m9SIh-fLbJpbBfydmyDVc0v8kKAJqLeWvRTrAk1/s320/Camping+002.jpg" border="0" /> (David and Ella at the top of the lookout tower. They refused to look at me) <div><br /><div>--And last but not least, last weekend, we went camping on our farm. Now that was quite the experience. We wanted to do a "trial run" before Memorial Day weekend, and I'm not sure we're ready for a full <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fledged</span> outing until Miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Madilyn</span> is a little older. We had a really good time--definitely a great memory for the boys. We set up the tent, built a campfire, roasted hot dogs, and toasted marshmallows. We then sang some silly songs and played <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Frisbee</span> with David's new glow in the dark <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Frisbee</span>. Afterwards, we packed in the tent. We started out taking up the whole tent, but by the time the night was out, we were all smashed together in about 1/4 of the tent. Needless to say, little bodies got cold and they snuggled up to big bodies. We ended up getting up around 7am and heading back to the house. It was lovely to be so close to home. :) </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467625601814726370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRw_cvumM0NouwTQfC2UBbdAaLpOnH8bqcw2aQl-o0oQTyTPL0-95ZVrQZA7-SdwcDjI1sNvVeBPQlNk_12WWUSDchG7nEaHMBLkWhbacYSrF6q0ixbNF1966LyjgMm3K6glpds55wcNz/s320/Camping+007.jpg" border="0" /> (David #3 is not a deer. He's a moose.)<br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467625594584241650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpT8ISxE15vZl-6ENSzrDbmkeg9FrpzVls_jBDnsybNLymB2mUNppMEXE_vGVK_5gaC3pWgMbkH7VrwWAF1FEnFLQKXE8mgJ68pFC9mQgy174lQB_XblX6Ba5h9ZzfIIggURcEdvNPNQD/s320/Camping+006.jpg" border="0" /> The kids helping dad build the fire at the pit<br /><br /><br /><div>And those are some of the main highlights. I love weekends. If you talk to me during the week, I'm usually a bit frazzled, but the weekends are spectacular. I covet them. And, they are always just a little too short. </div><div> </div></div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-35986794535821645632010-04-20T14:04:00.000-07:002010-04-20T14:10:29.656-07:00Bologna<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS49xauJAnR1Y69-LjLZ12dgJuTcaeT070CKEfM80B0IO2ueMUBsZVC5z50eV-CHljlakaoqckL2RsL-TPmmwQ3SVZ125I9-mDvhq8BoNXCPXwRRL0HwFi2LrrdoXhJAvz5hyphenhyphenP11Bq1S93/s1600/bologna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462329644967290338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS49xauJAnR1Y69-LjLZ12dgJuTcaeT070CKEfM80B0IO2ueMUBsZVC5z50eV-CHljlakaoqckL2RsL-TPmmwQ3SVZ125I9-mDvhq8BoNXCPXwRRL0HwFi2LrrdoXhJAvz5hyphenhyphenP11Bq1S93/s320/bologna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Is it a sin to feed my children bologna? I hate the stuff. Just the thought of it makes me crinkle up my nose. But, my children LOVE it. That's their favorite lunch. And the label on the above picture -- "gourmet bologna." Can bologna really be gormet? Is it even considered a meat? I don't think so.<br />I can't stand it, but I buy it by the mass packages for my children. </div><div> </div><div>I'm a bologna hypocrite. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-5689178321198050772010-04-08T12:19:00.000-07:002010-04-08T13:07:36.543-07:00Scratches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNo5dfSzbOPJGBVWpxU2ESjDYsKsYMATz6vsyusLTMx6IDCwrfrqgUgvwTlXL8OR0eQ2zzbVGUfaDfWu1ap9LNCcndef-ok_5ndJwI44oiCatupmT9wieQWs8L0ihCMqKkwEkTLmxExRBd/s1600/IMG_5243%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457858953600594082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNo5dfSzbOPJGBVWpxU2ESjDYsKsYMATz6vsyusLTMx6IDCwrfrqgUgvwTlXL8OR0eQ2zzbVGUfaDfWu1ap9LNCcndef-ok_5ndJwI44oiCatupmT9wieQWs8L0ihCMqKkwEkTLmxExRBd/s320/IMG_5243%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> It looks like we put Tyler in a cage with a very ferocious cat. In all reality, he tumbled right into a rose bush while we were cleaning off a corner of the farm a few evenings ago. His poor little face and legs are all scratched up. We're taking a family excursion this weekend up to DC. Perfect timing for the evil stares (from people who think I abuse my children.) <br /><br />I can't wait for a family outing. I love them and we are visiting one of the <a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1912-1-52-2,00.html">best places</a> on earth!!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-53799326585071180742010-04-08T11:42:00.000-07:002010-04-08T12:18:50.788-07:00Easter Fun!<div> We had a very nice Easter. My brother, his wife, and their two cute kids came in very unexpectedly from Texas. We had a nice weekend. Highlights: <div><div><div>**General Conference--What a wonderful time to have General Conference and celebrate the life of the Savior! I love when General Conference falls on Easter weekend. I love the opportunity to hear from our church leaders. I really enjoyed the specific talks on families and the importance placed on building stronger families.</div><div>**Easter egg coloring and hunting--We've always hunted Easter eggs. Even in high school, we colored eggs and mom and dad would hide them. It's one of those fun traditions that we can't stop.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457846434510358594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxAJZAIdQzA4gCnt55UMa345Bvhd_NAKTQWhbrdIy2-rGSCyxvN2FyaSSV9JjlXuyGff3rqeCpWIDIHtTB00Rfp_Bcj-QKQj-bPV-pLbOqhUACAnLZhrXxuvnFTKoG9UX7NORmSsO60Tta/s320/Easter+012.jpg" border="0" /><br /> (My niece Ella could not keep her hands out of the dye)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457846454869684386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTks7kKIBYesuLeGFIM-LkyWi3nUkIHYgj6VKh5KKFY7xkB8ucnZy1_xLxAzL2nXW-5hRWREfsHpHT6oaMK7x-Urq1h09qxKphjuYr2SFvhPjhoXqj28CjzEs4ibjdzUy3mRZjBxFHpuY/s320/Easter+044.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div>**Easter brunch--We usually have a big Easter dinner, but this year we did a big breakfast right before the first session of General conference on Sunday morning. It was delicious--and fun to have friends and family gathered together. </div><div>**Sunshine--Oh how the sun did shine!! I loved it! We spent many hours out and about. We went on walks, played with the new baby calves, and enjoyed warm weather!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457846438348953650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkveRZkbSHyWCYI4WLse9QK0xAgYMgmzsEohD25bbo6p263XdzaRnt-22OUn8Iiva04mzw44wJB4xWg29Rj8qUiR41R52lTNhtouuin7WmUvDUslC3T4NqER0YynMyQKqZE_4vJWQvdRw/s320/Easter+023.jpg" border="0" /> The kids with Uncle Jake (Please note that the kids </div><div> did not actually take a ride all together. This was just for a picture.)<br /><br />**Egg-golfing--This is officially a new sport started by my brother Jared. Everyone needs to try it sometime. :)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457846475961807106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokxULnW0sT4jtJ8XpALOn4TkjAs8q5z_LR4eFHZQ4Y_V-9CIyvRwtjFVoCTFmCRx9SGmpGwjgft_846TwbKFrmSWYGOt1RqEE1MFsKFba_fS5Jm3h2jovQkJ3NYLm5-JXQNnfweaUMP3N/s320/Easter+056.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-86229010256526969422010-04-01T15:07:00.000-07:002010-04-01T15:15:59.352-07:00Wicked Wicked WifeHubby David is the worst prankster ever. He always seems to win at everything, BUT this morning I actually got him good. And, I'm competetive. Frankly, I like to win too!! He fell for my April Fool's Day trickery. He actually took the bait and ran with it. I won. I actually won! It was a true miracle. :)<br /><br />And, if you haven't had a chance, you need to go check out Google's main search page: <a href="http://www.google.com/">www.google.com</a>. It's cute. Make sure you read the link that says "Not In Kansas: learn about <a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/different-kind-of-company-name.html">our new name</a>."<br /><br />Happy April Fool's Day!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-74449688007998364602010-03-26T10:49:00.000-07:002010-03-26T11:04:33.447-07:00Tyler the Builder<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJpdPEJHDbRh0WDuiElpcfjQ70yqVlUdFHec5AD_dS96oi0jIukRG5c91hl6UQNDrShmK9bDW9W7VjMdGOQWUcozloPeTm4RQHzvE9p9nycbs83Q1A0D_4DISyUKVfSJxR7m_b5HiCgR1/s1600/IMG_5124%5B1%5D"></a><div>Tyler is our little guy with a real silly bone. He's always making jokes and trying to make everyone laugh. And, I just like this picture of him. He loves to put on this ensemble and say, "MOM, I'm Bob the Builder."</div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1U1XjDxGJG_NoNIlmLapcsKXKWKeXmTCGjiDhUmXfjRJKVIyLbL5K0GpzNCMFOF_c7aVutBg1yGfzgMLNKsHC5rAQqrz5UiGT3XBfPH7KM-nMq-ccBvObDKrfBiqGEt3v5Fha3mSL_eri/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453003669474316834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1U1XjDxGJG_NoNIlmLapcsKXKWKeXmTCGjiDhUmXfjRJKVIyLbL5K0GpzNCMFOF_c7aVutBg1yGfzgMLNKsHC5rAQqrz5UiGT3XBfPH7KM-nMq-ccBvObDKrfBiqGEt3v5Fha3mSL_eri/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>There you go, Bob. Thanks for brainwashing my children.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-7075797421542523242010-03-26T10:39:00.000-07:002010-03-26T10:49:05.080-07:00Why sisters shouldn't help with letters to Santa . . .<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyozxZfZJGU4Vd4dNlOP5GM7ldXY1Aj9IbIXLBI0cJCrExo9oPMbfCJVJWIWKtYQ0mXL0XiURQs01pCRp0_Tl9E31VX54lRCup4jZvt6NTwAtPf7XeRV4o-IQYFgboYQcb9vxxUOD0M6Y/s1600/IMG_5077%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452999859499437682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyozxZfZJGU4Vd4dNlOP5GM7ldXY1Aj9IbIXLBI0cJCrExo9oPMbfCJVJWIWKtYQ0mXL0XiURQs01pCRp0_Tl9E31VX54lRCup4jZvt6NTwAtPf7XeRV4o-IQYFgboYQcb9vxxUOD0M6Y/s320/IMG_5077%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a></p>Read the note at the top. Do you notice the error? Bad, bad error. I hope Satan didn't come to our house for Christmas.<br /><br />Santa didn't even notice it until Christmas morning. My sister can no longer help make the Christmas Eve snacks for Santa. Although, I must say that I'm grateful for her help. Santa drank all of his chocolate milk and ate both of his cookies. The reindeer devoured their carrot.<br /><br />Anyway, very late post, but I saw this on my camera and thought it might bring a few laughs.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-71043373416682649962010-03-23T08:54:00.000-07:002010-03-23T09:04:36.151-07:00Stewing and HappinessI've been stewing for the last couple of days since I found out the Health Care bill passed. When 70% of the American people say they don't want something, shouldn't that matter? What happened to democracy? What happened to the voice of the people? I have not talked to a single person who agrees with this nationalized health plan. Not one. I must say to Congress, "What happened to making the right decision because it was right, not because you negotiated something with another state?" I'll leave it alone at that. Obviously the letters and phone calls I've sent to Congressmen and Senators don't seem to matter. Now, I'm done.<br /><br />And on another note, while stewing, I found this fabulous little blog. I like it. Someone sent it to me and I felt a bit of joy reading. If you should read it, start at the beginning of the posts. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.thehapacusproject.com/">http://www.thehapacusproject.com/</a><br /><br />Who knew that there were people out there who studied happiness? I'd like a career change.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-20588054577518492132010-03-21T17:48:00.000-07:002010-03-21T17:55:10.705-07:00Poor Pitiful BlogIt's been a while. My blog is feeling lonely. My blog is saying something my kids have said before, "Mommy, that's not bery (very) nice." I can't seem to get my act together lately. Life is good, but busy as can be. And we all say that we're busy, so it's my lame excuse. But there you go. <br />Life has been busy and I haven't made time for you, blog. I'm sorry. <br />The end.<br /><br />And on another note we were all sitting around the other night and I said "I've got the giggles."<br />To which David said, "Mom, what does giggles mean?"<br />Tyler gladly answered, "Giggles means you hide from the bad elephants. Elephants is bad."<br /><br />I tried to correct Tyler's grammar but it didn't seem to help. And then I had the giggles again.<br /><br />Happy Sunday everyone!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-58263069747591437102009-11-20T09:36:00.000-08:002009-11-20T09:41:09.019-08:00Get InvolvedI don't know about you, but I'm really thankful for the country that we live in. I feel so blessed. But, there are definitely things going on with our government that I really disagree with. I'm always wondering, "What can I do?" I try to write letters to my Congressman, but I never feel like I make much of a difference. I found this web-site today and I feel like there are some great ideas of ways to get involved. I like the "White House Wednesday" with legitimate issues and people to contact. This is a "mom" type blog, but I feel like this could be useful to anyone!<br /><br /><a href="http://asamom.ning.com/">http://asamom.ning.com/</a>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-82722238072604499712009-11-19T18:13:00.000-08:002009-11-19T18:21:44.196-08:00Halloween Carnival & Grandma's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZP-g1KYEKyagv4-j6kgIPr7_DQXUGPpRpWSe3NxhsPu_xnOTNHqpbircr0nbf_JkkQrJrZt0LVZde4NqyZ7JRKUFeEBzfBpgemm3pGYQ8yvoFEhZB0hjJvVcz4-Ek4aXu11i9TbtwsbO/s1600/Family+072.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406003643942116402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZP-g1KYEKyagv4-j6kgIPr7_DQXUGPpRpWSe3NxhsPu_xnOTNHqpbircr0nbf_JkkQrJrZt0LVZde4NqyZ7JRKUFeEBzfBpgemm3pGYQ8yvoFEhZB0hjJvVcz4-Ek4aXu11i9TbtwsbO/s320/Family+072.jpg" /></a><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Madilyn</span> made a really cute pumpkin. All of my children have a slight addiction to candy. I blame it on my parents. Before we lived with them, I never bought candy. And then, my dad would come home every night with a treat for everyone. Bad, bad dad.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtmUqSV051ABYuoK9UH-RFXPyb15cE7KwkzHvCW0VbFICnf62TUhA01ImiewtbBroOipyK6M_nrU-maKQ_Scbeo9gIud8EHRhmSgzPI-8Lc8gDUtcv_RWWEimrDiTB2U-tWDaqC2bUWfT/s1600/Family+075.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406003641069622146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtmUqSV051ABYuoK9UH-RFXPyb15cE7KwkzHvCW0VbFICnf62TUhA01ImiewtbBroOipyK6M_nrU-maKQ_Scbeo9gIud8EHRhmSgzPI-8Lc8gDUtcv_RWWEimrDiTB2U-tWDaqC2bUWfT/s320/Family+075.jpg" /></a><br />It's really hard to decide what David is. He says he's Batman? I'm just not seeing Batman. Maybe he's a new member of Kiss? He's always had a love for mullets. Maybe he's just a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">creepy</span> mullet man? Or perhaps he's just from West Virginia?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzRHfwBVHYL_48SNta6cCgyr64AyFlLsHfbigQ9H7rF2x-tZT3Dy99D0Oxzw4MNwgQteQQvN0cBcd2ffHAa-n4h4WG3ixlDl1aqCquOXsCSWU37Tf7Jku2MoNGOk8r1ovNpZkw8sg0uJz/s1600/Family+067.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406003639175915714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzRHfwBVHYL_48SNta6cCgyr64AyFlLsHfbigQ9H7rF2x-tZT3Dy99D0Oxzw4MNwgQteQQvN0cBcd2ffHAa-n4h4WG3ixlDl1aqCquOXsCSWU37Tf7Jku2MoNGOk8r1ovNpZkw8sg0uJz/s320/Family+067.jpg" /></a><br />I love this chicken costume. Too bad that little miss <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Madilyn</span> hated it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkYb7toahm67ADnxLXatZiLri6AG_XR2ollDbKA6KjECaspAgpKPoGp-DDTrJaC9z2gJ4BLOqm1B98WfRQHxuQeHgf-HzJ04gi5GG_QJF8VXFRpmVDp3Aq4oFM8Sf3-B55Dprj2QAK5e6/s1600/Family+064.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406003634774066114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkYb7toahm67ADnxLXatZiLri6AG_XR2ollDbKA6KjECaspAgpKPoGp-DDTrJaC9z2gJ4BLOqm1B98WfRQHxuQeHgf-HzJ04gi5GG_QJF8VXFRpmVDp3Aq4oFM8Sf3-B55Dprj2QAK5e6/s320/Family+064.jpg" /></a><br />Here's the whole family. Hubby David will hate me for posting this picture. But, he'll forgive me because I love him so much.The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-38489701336753764802009-11-17T13:43:00.001-08:002009-11-17T14:14:39.754-08:00The Pumpkin Patch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO67mCEa9ms4Q09V-PI292Hdw4Df1jxFkbKkAwpxaTGg6-pbPv-Uaj4nmVJ1_VbKZ86iP4b28Ms7F1W4ZTpo_ci4wLNhMTH7E472pxEN0Ken00n9faMcwJtEepikeVSA4eSI2G63wihcgw/s1600/Family+075.jpg"></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFarrvbL_pFF8P7gnXruXxFg3vUvntD6m6tKw52NazS_asNqMEpd_7oKZB2Z2nJL-_T38qIkUwS5gM2tQzSnageqYdTziIaQ2X9_bmLTmZvTSiZ4df1RD4xSmtl2cUD0QaeGDONopj8WY/s1600/Family+070.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUt0AWYn4ZRXF_AmXPLJbgsja0Q9zCmmNr5U4VZttb7uRR3BJK5BTuwO0tpYJnUeQLj7VeqFbSmb83HEg9LO_85wewP4S-gCLkW7jzdh00j3gWxWffFCYc-cmpMVeKOMdADI4m24GTxHI/s1600/Family+061.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405197054706034466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUt0AWYn4ZRXF_AmXPLJbgsja0Q9zCmmNr5U4VZttb7uRR3BJK5BTuwO0tpYJnUeQLj7VeqFbSmb83HEg9LO_85wewP4S-gCLkW7jzdh00j3gWxWffFCYc-cmpMVeKOMdADI4m24GTxHI/s320/Family+061.jpg" /></a> We had such a fun Halloween full of weeks of festivities. We went to the pumpkin patch, had a Halloween carnival, did a party at Grandma's, went on a late night Halloween cruise down the Provo river, carved pumpkins, and went trick-or-treating on Halloween night. Here are lots of pictures from all of the fun: <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405197051543526738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2o3otH7eBckVfirgS5UpLbOq21Ad-oe6qpIUpuuXcScJwH6KYFJ7mnFUzAKLMbQIvT9q6kkdALSb6yXdmXqf-qzFPoeTrDI-6-XRlYs0GrTJOYiJuKSAgoJFltskewJEEi1oYu2mfugY/s320/Family+059.jpg" /></div><div> The two pregnant family members</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405197043609391570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrorl2MI19l8y7rU6FPh4QY-pV9lv7qn55Ewx1nJVpmXQ9_xvgqOw1YJpDOof0LLq7COup5ipot2SSmvtN71NUZkZcd17v2ekDrJZCjNL5ZDzwpyRG_K6Upgl3N83P1pndAmhkDkrpnL7/s320/Family+057.jpg" /> All of the family at the Pumpkin Patch</div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405197046516859538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zuGveEvA1S7MxdTRhKwiFRw-NnJYQVgaHFnUDkpigxZfXgdf9WUfkyUfwk_J6mRf1tVYbPKQpH1fiRkkmoWOi8FPTE-_Ud4i5ZLfej5paty8WPZ9kqrbWAEx9wAC18L8JR7LjlNVG3lI/s320/Family+058.jpg" /> Tyler picks his pumpkin </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-59035976782411222682009-11-13T13:38:00.001-08:002009-11-13T13:44:50.012-08:00Once There was a Snowman. . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aZDTs1JjYgKvbO_pvbIgQVqWXAU_BfVvoosp_szenTb_e5ICHiHT6rUpYi4ptSzFFwG0yql0AMm2lpFXKxv5evE5owQUFev12Io4Yp8sH8YzlMu7kU-sQpgZ2hyiV_8NfpodtuEzcWj9/s1600-h/Family+094.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403706559285137170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aZDTs1JjYgKvbO_pvbIgQVqWXAU_BfVvoosp_szenTb_e5ICHiHT6rUpYi4ptSzFFwG0yql0AMm2lpFXKxv5evE5owQUFev12Io4Yp8sH8YzlMu7kU-sQpgZ2hyiV_8NfpodtuEzcWj9/s320/Family+094.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUTzv9Zcdvyxxgojt06JkFsAEiStAGsmynk8WwsuW_v7BZlFI0It_wVdih8_VWfAE02eXlXgzdBDItag8CSzh8rfxZI8R2Bjm60gLUXor0zh6mQ_fyD1RKAZ-zjxg6FYVddO1tlfIl4OL/s1600-h/Family+094.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div>We woke up this morning to a little snow in Utah. The boys were extremely excited and so they spent hours outside attempting to build a snowman. Here's what they came up with. Dad helped a little bit. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403706546836438354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrkGku69s5qn-DfgdpfrDn-m8_bWi7Bmj9Og8rLTmm_SReVc2WNj6U2Zqpk1e1WRs7LrGTyiBiKylKJIVTiaV_7CfzOZxibIFwANJ1QRNfWlqbYdTLdxTFrYlYMMHZccReBzJI0N988LHf/s320/Family+090.jpg" /><br />I think they managed to use every last morsel of snow on the ground to create this snowman. And then there was Mr. Calvin who stood staring out the window the whole time pointing and laughing at the "noman." I guess there are some good things about really cold weather.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403706551941306914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFc9rg8SziC12vd1Rv7nV3slNk7G70c8dZIhRdBBdMwzU0hiET9r8WfThU2suZCvqryKhN535Vw5PR_hcuxchrB0vXHjy5QLBf5ew_8JT4exjZeAny_ijWUc-Bgk9VTiaxEMC-zoWdwq_/s320/Family+092.jpg" /></div></div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-7772976164630990802009-11-13T13:30:00.000-08:002009-11-17T13:43:42.506-08:00Class Reunion<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403704563200746354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1FA0XkPCCbkBUDwxjjInO3iXHi_RPiIWslPMrxFrp7XQ4_IAu4CCAQQ_X0T8Ta4QVOrPpYVPcDeU3X8laDloTpbqVq2N0nYJN96BkrgEj7Uq8vO5EoXcPPdwWunXp6PBwsqL_7Q1uAhM/s320/Family+042.jpg" /><br /><div>After Jake and Lindsay's wedding, I had my 10 year class reunion. David came along and he was a good sport. It was a lot of fun to see some of my friends from high school. The very best part was the reunion of the "FAB 5". These were the gals who I spent most of my high school days playing sports with--basketball, softball, volleyball, and track. We were pretty much together from our Freshman year all the way through our Senior year. Looking back, I sure did love high school. Although, I'm glad to be where I'm at, I've had a lot of fun along the way.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403704558690988962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVUAHk-zLPj5qLhlo17GFVu4FV_x4QtcilyAvtyihdY6vXwTzw__-cAYHj0AhezWHQvZr0RJQ5fxthGLhDb9Nmm9AsIvqDYhaN7XEjUBHcRFCX3TDdlm46iPhCd7374T1ygHOafiepJxN/s320/Family+040.jpg" /></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-28945043525264111832009-11-05T14:51:00.000-08:002009-11-05T15:30:56.032-08:00Jake's WeddingThis is a long overdue post. My brother Jake got married on September 12th on the family farm. All of my siblings and I were in the wedding and we had a lot of fun. Everything turned out beautiful. I also got to complete a goal I've always wanted to accomplish--make a wedding cake. I know that seems a little silly. It equated to an extremely crazy day before the wedding. There are things that I would change, but the cake tasted yummy. The whole entire wedding cake got eaten, so I guess that's what mattered most. We did two layers 0f pumpkin cake for the bottom, two layers of fresh apple for the middle, and a chocolate brownie cake for the top. It was all smothered with cream cheese frosting. I stacked the cake on an old antique oak window and then put red apples underneath. I stole the concept from a cousin who used green apples under her cake. I'm an idea thief.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7888MetVR3A83PTvmF-bNc_Kps6Qscgvwd7OJBkJogXLljEpFaPZIaUNbFfHyr7qaFLh9g62Ji7qG9EJ3Knhq35BPsNdq93cFJmZh7VdQqDDKC-1zwpmtjZP2LAF01vjj5b5oLFm04OrM/s1600-h/Cake+-+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756774326357954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7888MetVR3A83PTvmF-bNc_Kps6Qscgvwd7OJBkJogXLljEpFaPZIaUNbFfHyr7qaFLh9g62Ji7qG9EJ3Knhq35BPsNdq93cFJmZh7VdQqDDKC-1zwpmtjZP2LAF01vjj5b5oLFm04OrM/s320/Cake+-+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhiR3TwHrBDXjaQ4vBjgPDCf7BZNMoFuyvVJoGEvI7xYctubebpbvvD6XPcwltE4C-lb6_ehK8ZvmLTWQZinYb3S2aiaOhLgy1kZclJNtudLXcjanT4Mdr2-Tf6xx7gH_0P0fV1McF1pW/s1600-h/Cake+-+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400756763086670098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhiR3TwHrBDXjaQ4vBjgPDCf7BZNMoFuyvVJoGEvI7xYctubebpbvvD6XPcwltE4C-lb6_ehK8ZvmLTWQZinYb3S2aiaOhLgy1kZclJNtudLXcjanT4Mdr2-Tf6xx7gH_0P0fV1McF1pW/s320/Cake+-+1.jpg" /></a><br />It was a really fun day for everyone. We just enjoyed talking and we were quite a silly wedding party. Here are some more pictures if you're interested (first gallery at the top):</div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.fhgphotography.com/miller/index.html">http://www.fhgphotography.com/miller/index.html</a></div><div></div><div>Lindsey is the perfect fit for Jake and they seem so happy together. I can't believe that we're all becoming big people with real responsibilities. Weclome to the family, Lindsey. We sure do love you!!</div><div></div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-6572272770970696812009-11-03T14:52:00.000-08:002009-11-03T15:03:57.289-08:00Grateful<div align="left">I'm not a good blogger, but my life has been crazy with so many things. I've always loved writing in a journal and have done so on and off since I was 8 years old. Blogging is something that adds to my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">journaling</span>, but I've never felt like sharing really personal things, so I write those in my journal and I'll <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasionally</span> post a blog.<br /><br />I guess today I'm feeling like sharing some of me. I hope it won't be too much for you.....<br /><br />Today, I've felt a little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lugubrious</span> (this is our latest Reader's Digest word--go look it up :) ). I'm kind of on bed rest for the next 6 weeks due to a basketball injury that was followed by surgery and it's made me a bit down-hearted. However, today, as I was bemoaning myself--the fact that I'm lying in bed, working my job, and I can hear my little children downstairs with their Grandma and I can't help--I realized how good my life is. It's really good. Great even. I have so many things to be grateful for. I can't even count them all. But mostly....<br /><br />I have the best family in the whole wide world. I've got a husband who's a lot of fun and so helpful with everything. He has so many amazing talents. He single-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">handedly</span> (well pretty much on his own) fixed our little farmhouse with his two big manly hands. I love his hands. And, I love his heart. We were really made for each other. We have three beautiful children with unique personalities. We have great parents who have helped us beyond words. We have fun siblings who we love to be around.<br /><br />Gratitude = Family = Love<br /><br />Truly what life is about. And I wrote this little poem that kind of sums up my feelings....<br /><br />sunshine and rain,<br />trees and flowers,<br />summer and spring,<br />kids and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">popsicles</span>.<br />or better yet,<br />my kids and ice cream,<br />my husband and sons,<br />sons and a daughter,<br />parents and grandparents,<br />laughter and dinner.<br />all mixed together<br />in a little place<br />with a big heart<br />and rolling hills,<br />with lots of green trees,<br />and friends who say what they mean,<br />and help each other.<br />perhaps a small paradise,<br />or really just a simple place,<br />bursting at the seams<br />with love--<br />a simple place called home.<br /><br />And a side note, I'm sure grateful for fall. How I love the crisp air and the crunchy leaves!!</div>The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401030784011220708.post-78841373237045069642009-08-30T16:33:00.000-07:002009-08-30T16:54:11.547-07:00Why you should never ever go into a store bathroom with three kids by yourself...I know it's a long title and yes this is going to be another long post. Just remember that I warned you.<br /><br />Several weeks ago, I had to stop at the good ole "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wal</span>-marts" as everyone calls it here. We needed some diapers, and needless to say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Madilyn</span> smelled yucky and both of the boys needed to go to the bathroom. I had just walked in, grabbed an empty cart, drove up to the bathroom, parked the cart in front, and hauled all three kids into the bathroom. I pulled down the diaper changing table and then proceeded to get the boys in the stall so that they could go potty. I noticed there was someone in the handicap stall, so I stood outside our stall door so both boys could stand in the stall. There was no way all 4 of us could fit. <br />So, I'm talking to them for a few seconds..."Tyler you're such a big boy to go in the potty" and on and on. (Tyler was getting potty trained). As I'm standing there, this 6ft 4 bearded man walks in and stops, looks at me, and walks out. I started laughing and I was thinking what an idiot. David walks out of the stall and asks me what I'm laughing at. <br />Then, he says, "Mom, I don't want to go in here, I want to go over there." <br />I said, "You have to go in the toilet."<br />He's like, "No Mom, over there."<br />Then, I looked over, and I see them in their blazing white glory. There were two urinals on the other wall!! I grabbed David and ran outside really fast to look at the sign on the door. And yes, it was the men's bathroom. No big deal. I started laughing at myself, and Tyler comes running out. And this is where things get interesting. I look down and he has NO PANTS on.<br />I said, "Tyler, where are your pants?" <br />"In there." (pointing into the men's bathroom)<br />Then, I look down, and he has NO UNDERWEAR on either!! <br />"WHERE ARE YOUR UNDERWEAR?!?!?!"<br />We're standing right in the middle of the whole store, and one of my kids is completely indecent!! I was a bit embarrassed by this time. I pick him up, run back into the men's bathroom, grab the undies and pants, push up the changing table, grab the diaper bag, and run into the women's. The whole time, Tyler is pretty much bare bottomed. I guess we could have gotten in trouble for indecent exposure. And, the poor guy in the other stall was probably frightened to death and wouldn't come out!! <br /><br /><br />My poor children--their mother is losing her mind!! The things they go through. I'm just grateful that they're a still a little young. <br /><br />Happy Sunday, everyone!!The Boone Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07126867453467491315noreply@blogger.com1