tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57457052043129830762024-03-13T13:41:03.480-05:00Growing Up TrescottWhere Hand-Me-Down clothes and Crack-Me-Up stories are a way of life...Jennifer Norchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08376027702247042197noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-43901628179100178712012-02-02T17:52:00.005-05:002012-02-02T19:15:59.645-05:00A Ton of Bricks.This has been a sad and stressful 2012 already. In the past month, we have lost 3 pretty amazing people in our circle of friends. A young husband and father married to our school nurse, whom I never had the pleasure of meeting; died from an unexpected illness. An elderly mother of a dear friend who fought for her life against the beast of cancer, and one old friend from grade school, who again, faced a brave war against the ugly tumors that took over his body. I have to say I cried at each passing. I cried for the young mother of 4 children left alone, and for the families who prayed helplessly and endlessly at the bedsides. And at each passing, like a ton of bricks it would hit me. I would hear over and over again<span>...." how quickly life can change" "Here today, gone tomorrow" "Live each day like it is your last" "Do it today, you may not be here tomorrow" "take advantage of every opportunity, it may not happen again. " "who knows what tomorrow brings" </span><br /><br />Tuesday night, I went to visit my mom at her Assisted living apartment. I'll admit I didn't want to go. It's about an hour drive from work. I was tired, I hadn't had supper and it was cold. I had a headache and a million excuses why I should just stay home, but Megan and I went to see her. Our conversation started out as usual. All the important stuff, what the latest doctor's appointment was, how hard rehab was, what was for dinner, who played cards, who won bingo.<br /><br />We were having an interesting conversation about teenagers driving, or should I say their inability to drive, when we were joined by Joe. The conversation continued and quickly turned to a trip down memory lane for all of us. We talked about trips to Zanesville, and Missouri. Roadside rests and peanut butter jars. Car accidents, tickets, court rooms and judges. 10 kids in the back seat with no seat belts and one dollars worth of gas. Pink candies, nose bleeds, and stinky feet. Old cars, bad knees and clausterphobia. And Dad.<br /><br />We were all laughing! As a matter of fact we were laughing and giggling so hard, Mom was crying, and laughing. Her belly shook like Santa's. The harder she laughed, the more she cried, and coughed, and... well, she's 86 years old, so we know what happens when she laughs!!!! The more she giggled, coughed and ...well, the more we laughed. It was hysterical and contagious and we couldn't stop it! It was a good time! When we finally gained our composure, and left for the evening, she started to laugh and giggle again... and thanked us for coming, and ..... thanked us for <em>making her night!</em><br /><br /> As we walked down the hallway, sides hurting, cheeks sore, still smiling, happy that we made her night, it hit me, like a ton of bricks, " how quickly life can change" "Here today, gone tomorrow" "Live each day like it is your last" "Do it today, you may not be here tomorrow". "take advantage of every opportunity, it may not happen again. " "who knows what tomorrow brings"<br /><br />And I was glad that I took that little bit of time out of my evening to visit, laugh and joke with my mom, my brother and my daughter, and of course, make my mom's night!<br /><br />To Mrs Mountain, Michael and Alan; thank you for reminding me "how quickly life can change" and "to live each day as if it were your last" . May you all Rest in Peace.<br /><br />Happy Blogging, <br />Beckyksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-12897388562608365572011-10-29T06:05:00.020-05:002011-10-29T08:40:34.187-05:00In conclusion...<div><div>Or otherwise titled "excuses for not blogging in a loooonnggg time. " I even thought about calling it the dreaded essay you had to write on the first day of school, "what I did this year". So, "In conclusion", I have determined I will try to sum it up with the top 12 things I did this year.....and why I never blogged. </div><div> </div><p> 12. We attended 3 weddings, which also meant 3 wedding showers, for me. One almost every month beginning in March; congrats to all the newly weds. And especially this beautiful bride and groom. Mr. and Mrs. Eric Michael Gandee:</p><p align="center"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668882269549747106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJa1dor1Eyg/TqvqY54F26I/AAAAAAAAAYw/bsKKew6VpGw/s320/mandh.jpg" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">11. We did not plant a garden. BIG MISTAKE.... now old mother eastep's canning cupboards are bare.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">10. We did not play or coach softball, nor do we know how we ever had time to do it when we did. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">9. We finished re modeling out bathroom. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">8. We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">7. We enjoyed the second annual Trescott Family reunion... Kudos to the planners. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668888826869431074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uUencEU3r8/TqvwWly7uyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GdsyxAkwTG0/s320/503.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">6. We enjoyed a weekend at Cedar Point and Soak city, to celebrate Cody's high school graduation. He loved spending the weekend with all of us girls. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668887800489889778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZjQeq9_pJc/Tqvva2O-z_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/NmYCoXQpW4g/s320/081.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">5. We had some Awesome company from out of town. Thank you Rick and Pat, Susan and Cody, and The Gandee Family for helping us celebrate. It was great to visit with Barb, Beth and family, and Bill and Dottie. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">4 . We celebrated Katie's college graduation. </p><p align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668885722188284306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hgbqs7aXykE/Tqvth39RAZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XxcZfBoZqgI/s320/057.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">3. We added a four legged friend to our family.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668891627721501842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrtxyY-LWCQ/Tqvy5nyGrJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HSynleMZf7k/s320/347.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">2. We added a wonderful Son-in-Law to our family, and we became "The In-laws"!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668892822078780402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOrBlOoLk5U/Tqvz_JHEc_I/AAAAAAAAAac/YZIFkeyjtF0/s320/6064975543_6657b02671_b.jpg" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><ol><li>and in conclusion, to wrap things up, just in case we weren't busy enough.... for our number one......Today, October 29th, 2011. We celebrate our baby girl's 16th birthday!</li></ol><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiO_ZBGOJic/Tqv9dyn4XII/AAAAAAAAAbk/eHi3a9h133Q/s1600/scan0007.jpg"><img style="width: 200px; height: 196px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668903244222979202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiO_ZBGOJic/Tqv9dyn4XII/AAAAAAAAAbk/eHi3a9h133Q/s200/scan0007.jpg" /></a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiO_ZBGOJic/Tqv9dyn4XII/AAAAAAAAAbk/eHi3a9h133Q/s1600/scan0007.jpg"><p align="left"> </p></a><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvucGWW7yTk/Tqv3G6pGq-I/AAAAAAAAAao/b37Oh0aRrEc/s1600/111019_153917.jpg"> </a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvucGWW7yTk/Tqv3G6pGq-I/AAAAAAAAAao/b37Oh0aRrEc/s1600/111019_153917.jpg"></a><p align="justify"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668902709621240034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQrTwmg2SAM/Tqv8-rE5MOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wUuRpQMEl9g/s320/111019_153917.jpg" /></p></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-20885151559200907262011-02-06T10:53:00.014-05:002011-02-06T13:28:11.034-05:00A perfectly picked... flower girl!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7jYS3Wg8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/otamS_8M3ew/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570639795624248258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7jYS3Wg8I/AAAAAAAAAYc/otamS_8M3ew/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B106.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>A few weekends ago, the official wedding party, including one "perfectly picked" flower girl, complete with her princess crown and her "veil" (a.k.a. Katie's halloween bride costume veil, circa 1992) ventured out for an afternoon of trying on a few dresses.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S0RoslJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L0i-ez-Kelo/s1600/58fixed.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570621584633009298" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S0RoslJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/L0i-ez-Kelo/s320/58fixed.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570621609154130994" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S1s-_NDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xEL4LRV25ww/s320/fixed61.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div>Wait, let me re-phrase that. ' Ventured out for two afternoons of trying on at least 1 million dresses. That's more like it, 1 million dresses in two days, probably a new record. We all had a great time!! After the flower girl tried on all the dresses she could, and twirled and danced in her high "he-o's",</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S1QVOLoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8RyLfG4DepI/s1600/fix68.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570621601462759042" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S1QVOLoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8RyLfG4DepI/s320/fix68.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S019bu_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ozRLKy6Idog/s1600/fix62.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570621594383662066" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7S019bu_I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ozRLKy6Idog/s320/fix62.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7YhLmZRvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/seJGuc_je84/s1600/fixed%2B065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570627853664995058" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7YhLmZRvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/seJGuc_je84/s320/fixed%2B065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We gave the pefectly picked flower girl the camera...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dTNUmi7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/VDRIOfN_tm0/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633111167208370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dTNUmi7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/VDRIOfN_tm0/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B099.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dS1cvMUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aMNh59qhTRY/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633104758878530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dS1cvMUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aMNh59qhTRY/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B091.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dR_4dStI/AAAAAAAAAXM/D8snXvt4TkY/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633090379631314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dR_4dStI/AAAAAAAAAXM/D8snXvt4TkY/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B078.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dSQ9YcoI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CfvcsYu-bmg/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633094963688066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dSQ9YcoI/AAAAAAAAAXU/CfvcsYu-bmg/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />.... She is quite the potographer, wonder where she gets her talent ???<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dStuHKmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/arUesjRsEes/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570633102684269154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7dStuHKmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/arUesjRsEes/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B086.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7gCpMqBfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ingh2yizkMs/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570636125127181810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7gCpMqBfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ingh2yizkMs/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570636121231065234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7gCarwAJI/AAAAAAAAAX8/TSy84ULm-wY/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B107.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><div>Our day ended with a relaxing dinner, complete with dessert, </div><br /><div>with the "perfectly picked" flower girl.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7hoJ-bk7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/doQ0PhHaCfg/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570637869092672434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7hoJ-bk7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/doQ0PhHaCfg/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B110.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7hoZa2RBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NnKqFr7oIV8/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570637873238393874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7hoZa2RBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NnKqFr7oIV8/s320/Megans%2BCamera%2B111.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Can't wait to do it again!!! Happy blogging-Becky<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7MAzcuHuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fhNOxdIJ6IQ/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B059.JPG"></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TU7L_uVPmaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/D5mtsavEMQg/s1600/Megans%2BCamera%2B065.JPG"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-8589110572972798742010-11-03T21:37:00.005-05:002010-11-03T22:29:27.533-05:00SECRETS AND BIRTHDAYS - PAYBACKSI know I am a few days early with this; but with my blogging knowledge I figured it might take me a few days to figure out how to do this.<br /><br />About 2 years ago my ever so slightly younger sister was kind enough to share some secrets about me on my 45th birthday. After laughing hysterically at them, I simply told her "paybacks". So now as her 45th birthday quickly approaches, I would like to return the favor and share some secrets about Becky aka "Dumb Old Beck"<br /><br />So in no particular order, did you know:<br /><br />12) She used to "have to go to the bathroom" every Sunday right after dinner and was always in there long enough to get out of helping with dishes.<br />11) She lives on Old McEastep Farm but is allergic to every animal on it ---again to get out of helping I think.<br />10) She once burnt hot dogs she was boiling for lunch because she was too busy watching Markie plow across the street.<br />09) She likes to drink mom's wine and put the empty bottle back in the fridge --Dan will verify this one!<br />08) On more than one occasion she <strong>DID</strong> go past the "big tree".<br />07) She got to get her hair cut <strong><em>before</em> </strong>her First Communion. Can you say spoiled????????<br />06) She liked to decorate her aluminum christmas tree with her clothes after christmas parties. (I don't think Santa ever came back after that!)<br />05) She was <strong>NOT</strong> picking corn that night in the corn field.<br />04) She likes to pass gas while christmas shopping and blame poor, sweet Katie.<br />03) The girl <em>can not</em> line dance. "Jump On It"--yes; line dance--nope!<br />02) Every one of the million times we were told to "shut up or get up"---well, it was all her fault!!<br />01) And the number one secret you all should know is that she is the best younger sister and friend a person could have. Ahhh, good times, good times. Happy Birthday (early) and many more!!!<br /><strong></strong>down40http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599238373427624573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-4138036912759169562010-07-25T13:14:00.013-05:002010-07-25T15:19:53.867-05:00Not many words to say....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>....about the good times, the games, the fun, the ''kid"made ice cream, and the special memories made!!!</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyAXWXeMDI/AAAAAAAAARs/MEeZW_SZJYs/s320/summer710+142.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497910383741906994" /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyUQHBgK2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/-Kkrw_v8vh8/s320/summer710+161.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497919138827330754" /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyEnsN-jBI/AAAAAAAAASc/zHzWYy0GMVo/s320/summer710+069.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497915062532082706" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyEpMS7uhI/AAAAAAAAASs/X2Yv-bq01js/s320/summer710+076.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497915088322673170" /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyBsEGcJHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/duOCmQJaNww/s320/summer710+143.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497911839127512178" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyEmeXNCFI/AAAAAAAAASM/zijDOqPhvJQ/s320/summer710+044.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497915041632815186" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyCRs8cmTI/AAAAAAAAASE/Bj5lyAhHv-I/s320/summer710+048.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497912485746612530" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyEnPipuuI/AAAAAAAAASU/A3llaqtK-jo/s1600/summer710+058.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyEnPipuuI/AAAAAAAAASU/A3llaqtK-jo/s320/summer710+058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497915054834170594" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyUQnLc26I/AAAAAAAAAVE/aRulwmvVR6c/s320/summer710+163.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497932258228362146" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;"><b>........ at the Trescott family reunion!!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/TEyAXWXeMDI/AAAAAAAAARs/MEeZW_SZJYs/s1600/summer710+142.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-13455023709743109912010-03-22T06:34:00.012-05:002010-03-22T08:28:49.745-05:00The best thing about facebook<div><div><div><div><div></div><div align="center">I admit, I have a new addiction..to Facebook. I join groups, and become a fan of..... on a daily basis. I can send drinks and ihearts with the best of them. You won't catch me at Farmville, fishville, or any other -ville, (ok maybe "margarita-ville"; but not on Facebook.) I have found neighbors and friends from high school and grade school. It amazes me that the entire family is on Facebook. I think everyone should take advantage of this great technology.<br /></div><div align="center">With that being said, I had an awesome day yesterday, and I owe it to Facebook.<br /></div><div align="center">It all began with a phone call from Theresa, who said, "Guess who I found on Facebook?" "Check 'em out", "I think that's Denny" And a few e-mails later with one awesome young lady and mother by the name of Lori Thornton Trescott......</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dcadCVu5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/brgaDNHt0i8/s1600-h/32010+054.jpg"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dbvDRQR5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/M1E6Yt1TIhU/s1600-h/32010+052.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451426737844930450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dbvDRQR5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/M1E6Yt1TIhU/s320/32010+052.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dbu5cD0lI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ft2UPXbzMKk/s1600-h/32010+051.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451426735205896786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dbu5cD0lI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ft2UPXbzMKk/s320/32010+051.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dbvoOYh6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/TAAVdrK2EGI/s1600-h/32010+053.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451426747765000098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dbvoOYh6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/TAAVdrK2EGI/s320/32010+053.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">We had a great "surprise" visit..... on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon at the farm... </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deZztj7eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/udlhenQHP8w/s1600-h/32010+072.jpg"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deX5DKEFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Vuy4e92mEdw/s1600-h/32010+058.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451429638499340370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deX5DKEFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Vuy4e92mEdw/s200/32010+058.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deYtqwdxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/c4ZM7C6wJ5Q/s1600-h/32010+061.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451429652624078610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deYtqwdxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/c4ZM7C6wJ5Q/s200/32010+061.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">We rode every tractor.... saw every cow....took a lot of pictures....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deZAxGUSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ltS1fIu239M/s1600-h/32010+070.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451429657750950178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6deZAxGUSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ltS1fIu239M/s200/32010+070.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dhKsndhbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tK7M7JusZHY/s1600-h/32010+063.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432710358533554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dhKsndhbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tK7M7JusZHY/s200/32010+063.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">We were very busy, exploring, catchin' up, and just spending time with a great family....<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dhL2Ks0hI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DSdrvvV8dqU/s1600-h/32010+078.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451432730102125074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dhL2Ks0hI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DSdrvvV8dqU/s200/32010+078.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dkmpj8m8I/AAAAAAAAARE/JjO8DNGDqZE/s1600-h/32010+077.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451436489109707714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dkmpj8m8I/AAAAAAAAARE/JjO8DNGDqZE/s200/32010+077.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><br />Did I mention that we rode "<strong><em>every</em></strong>" tractor? </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dlr_C-dzI/AAAAAAAAARM/7R7XvwXk17E/s1600-h/32010+079.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451437680287971122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dlr_C-dzI/AAAAAAAAARM/7R7XvwXk17E/s200/32010+079.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dj9oiRr-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZzalItHuiqs/s1600-h/32010+080.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435784459628514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dj9oiRr-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZzalItHuiqs/s200/32010+080.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center">And had a great day......... with this family......... Dennis, Lori and Brendon Trescott.... and Maureen and Bill......</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dnuaqyxBI/AAAAAAAAARc/9gTNFFv90M4/s1600-h/32010+066.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451439921085727762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dnuaqyxBI/AAAAAAAAARc/9gTNFFv90M4/s200/32010+066.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dj9BT_d_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/1PF7waZ4mPs/s1600-h/32010+073.jpg"></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dvjyiqQ3I/AAAAAAAAARk/z8T9dz3etS8/s1600-h/32010+060.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451448534608528242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dvjyiqQ3I/AAAAAAAAARk/z8T9dz3etS8/s200/32010+060.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Thanks to this young lady ..........</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dj9oiRr-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZzalItHuiqs/s1600-h/32010+080.jpg"></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dj-chu_7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VAZCPNE2ivI/s1600-h/32010+081.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451435798415998898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dj-chu_7I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VAZCPNE2ivI/s200/32010+081.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Who was brave enough to respond to an e-mail on Facebook, from some family named "Trescott". Thanks, you guys are awesome! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Lookin' forward to many more great times.......until then....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Happy bloggin'.... Dumb old Beck!</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S6dhKsndhbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tK7M7JusZHY/s1600-h/32010+063.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-41733188144631647972010-03-07T18:23:00.014-05:002010-03-08T12:35:35.611-05:00Pajama party Beloit style!<div align="center">There was a party goin' on this weekend... a pajama party.... so to speak...hosted by these two...<br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q1-2nMB4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6gth83-xwtE/s1600-h/32010+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037203325814658" style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q1-2nMB4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6gth83-xwtE/s320/32010+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">And all were invited...... </p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q3Nz8Hv2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/0n7rk8uwAWg/s1600-h/32010+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446038559817973602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q3Nz8Hv2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/0n7rk8uwAWg/s320/32010+003.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q2bChx8aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5_CJOUo22lw/s1600-h/32010+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037687560696226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q2bChx8aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5_CJOUo22lw/s320/32010+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center">But.... there were two special guests.....who only stayed for the night.......</div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q34hzAZcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HolEv1E3_pA/s1600-h/32010+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039293682279874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q34hzAZcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HolEv1E3_pA/s320/32010+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">So this special person.... </div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q4y6DrgEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2sIn_NSMxik/s1600-h/christmas09+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446040296627077186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q4y6DrgEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2sIn_NSMxik/s320/christmas09+012.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Could surprise this special person...... </div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q8Pa_RnpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1cIK0LbVY-k/s1600-h/32010+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446044085038194322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q8Pa_RnpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1cIK0LbVY-k/s320/32010+013.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center">For his Birthday........ </div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q9UXPl0cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8IBaT2UgK1E/s1600-h/32010+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446045269443858882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S5Q9UXPl0cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8IBaT2UgK1E/s320/32010+025.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Happy Birthday Paul.... Oh, and please welcome "Links" and "Patty" to the <strong><em>Mickley</em></strong> Farm.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Happy Blogging......Becky.<br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-73184265635920506312010-02-14T09:07:00.003-05:002010-02-14T09:41:41.195-05:00Happy Valentines Day!This is an excerpt from a letter written by Helen Woodhall, from California. I came across this in a magazine along time ago and have kept it. I'll read it every once in awhile, just as a reminder. I thought it would be appropriate to share for Valentines Day. It's titled "How will I know?" and it is written to her granddaughter.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>My dear granddaughter,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong> I told you the other day that I hope for you and the man you marry the kind of love that your grandfather Woody and I had. You asked me, "How will I know when it's that kind of love?"</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>The love I'm talking about doesn't depend on beauty, passion or romantic settings. It moves from physical attraction to committment-body, mind, heart. My marriage to Woody was not plain vanilla ice cream. We both made many mistakes, many sacrifices. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>...Woody wasn't the romantic sort, but he did bring me flowers- wrapped in newspaper. Once he arranged a bouquet in a vase for our 34th anniversary a week before he died. This is love. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>He always kept my car in prime condition. He helped me around the house if company was coming-and not because he cared that much how the place looked but because he knew I cared. He wasn't a dog lover but he let me have Pierre. When I'd go on about how wonderful Pierre was, running to meet me, Woody would say he'd run to meet me to if all he had to do was lie on the front steps all day. He held me close when I cried the day Pierre had to be put to sleep. This is love. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Love is not always glamorous, but it will help you get to the bathroom when you're sick. Love means only one of you can be crazy at a time.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>The wonderful thing about love is that it embraces without binding. Not all your activities and friends will be the same. Love agrees to disagree on certain subjects. Talk abut everything with your husband. Two of the the most important phrases in a marriage are "I am sorry" and "I forgive you". When you walk out in rage, love follows you , calling, " You can't get away from me". </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>I hope you will catch your husband looking at you as if you were the only light in his world. When he reaches for your hand for no reason at all, this is love. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong> Grandma</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="justify">I don't have any grandchildren, but I do have two beautiful daughters, family and many friends that I hope will find and share that special "love" in their lives. Happy Valentines Day !!!! </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-74819634255623372762010-01-23T10:09:00.004-05:002010-01-23T10:40:27.825-05:00School Days, School Days!<div align="center"><strong>It's picture Day!!! </strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Don't you just love school pictures. <em>Remember</em> the "home hair cuts" the week before school pictures? R<em>emember </em>how excited we used to get at St. Louis, because we didn't have to wear our uniforms that day! <em>Remember</em> when we'd actually be excited to miss class to stand in a single file line in that nasty gym. <em>Remember </em>those cheap little black plastic combs we would get? <em>Remember</em> the class pictures, when you always had to stand next to the stinkiest boy in class, or the one with all the warts or acne or whatever that was? And <em>remember</em> no matter how hard you tried, you always had a goofy smile, or your eyes closed, or that hair out of place, or <span >that look on your face.</span><em> Remember </em>how excited you were to pass them out the next day, and see how many boys would ask for your picture? </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Do you <em>Remember</em> who all these kids are in these school pictures?</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S1sVKQECBJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1ZZCYg5b1IM/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429957041580016786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S1sVKQECBJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1ZZCYg5b1IM/s320/scan0005.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Just for something fun, I will donate a gift card to the one Trescott (or descendant thereof) who can guess every person in this picture correctly. </div><div align="center">Here are the rules: </div><div align="center">No cheating</div><div align="center">No sharing answers</div><div align="center">Correct answers are based on the bearly legible writing on the back of certain pictures.</div><div align="center">If there are multiple winners I will draw one random name.</div><div align="center">These school pictures include two generations of Trescotts</div><div align="center">and<strong><em> remember,</em></strong> there could be duplicates !!</div><div align="center">Put your anwers in the comment section of this blog, or you can email them to me at <a href="mailto:beastep@embarqmail.com">beastep@embarqmail.com</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-22992885031117297912010-01-10T16:19:00.001-05:002010-01-10T17:11:31.138-05:00Why my closets are messy!<div> </div><div align="center">Since the weather outside is freightful, and our woodburner felt so delightful, I started the task of cleaning out.... rooms, closets, boxes. You name it, I was <em>intending</em> on cleaning it out. THIS weekend! It was happening- no excuses, if I didn't use it within the last six monthes it was going! Look out Goodwill, Salvation Army, Resale Shops, Kennedy, Brooklyn..and even .. (oops, don't tell their mommies!!) First task at hand the livingroom closet. Full of coats, books, wrapping paper, cards and photo albums! PHOTO ALBUMS !!!! UGHHH!!! </div><br /><div align="center">And then it happened! (enter background music from your favorite horror movie here) when it was just to dark in the room to see the pictures any more. Just when my tissues were all gone. I realized I had managed to spend 3 hours carefully turning each and every page of each and every photo album in that closet. Obviously, well worth it, looking back at wedding pictures, babies, graduations, christmas's past... </div><br /><div align="center">I came upon these two pictures and thought I would share:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S0pP1XRgo8I/AAAAAAAAANs/WqSqBQZH0tk/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425236479320302530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S0pP1XRgo8I/AAAAAAAAANs/WqSqBQZH0tk/s320/scan0003.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">I believe this picture was taken in 1987 or 1988. It probably would have been Grandma Trescott's last christmas with us.<br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S0pIrR6aamI/AAAAAAAAANk/wgYunUFzisA/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425228609501162082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/S0pIrR6aamI/AAAAAAAAANk/wgYunUFzisA/s320/scan0004.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">This picture was taken in 1982,(I think) at the Christmas party at Grace's house.</p><p align="center">Then it hit me! I wonder where all those old family photos of mom's might be??? Most of you remember putting the tables together at Thanksgiving with the blue cups and gold silverware, graduation parties where the boys got dunked in some form of water, backyard Volleyball games, Sunday afternoon picnics, all the weddings, and even a reunion or two.</p><p align="center">Needless to say, one phone call and a road trip to Louisville later, and in true "Becky" fashion, I now have, in my possession; One rather large, dusty, banana box full of black and white, and color Trescott memories. (and messy closets) By the way, it was under the bed on the east side, of the west wall, next to the thing dad built.</p><br /><p align="center">So you might want to check this blog frequently, I'm just saying.....<br /></p><p align="center">Happy Blogging, Becky!</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="justify"></p>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-82680506761561348692009-10-18T08:58:00.000-05:002009-10-18T08:58:43.345-05:00Remember When<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Remember when</em></strong> <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the sound of little feet<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">was the music<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We danced to week to week<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brought back the love, we found trust<br />
Vowed we'd never give it up<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Remember when</em></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norchfamily/4021322080/" title="October 2009 048 by Norch Family, on Flickr"><img alt="October 2009 048" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4021322080_e6b9549b63.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Remember when</em></strong> <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">thirty seemed so old<br />
Now lookin' back it's just a steppin' stone<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To where we are,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where we've been<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Said we'd do it all again<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Remember when</em></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norchfamily/4021339860/" title="October 2009 056 by Norch Family, on Flickr"><img alt="October 2009 056" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2500/4021339860_194f1f15ec.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/norchfamily/4021341378/" title="October 2009 057 by Norch Family, on Flickr"><img alt="October 2009 057" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/4021341378_dec7f66d61.jpg" width="500" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Remember when</em></strong> <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">we said when we turned gray<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When the children grow up and move away<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We won't be sad, we'll be glad<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For all the life we've had<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And we'll <strong><em>remember when</em></strong><br />
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</div>Jennifer Norchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08376027702247042197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-44565093641587342132009-10-16T20:31:00.006-05:002009-10-16T21:43:18.240-05:00My old stuff<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I have a confession to make. I love old stuff! I'm not addicted to it. It's definitely not a weird, sick fetish. I'm not obsessed or posessed for that matter. I just like the stuff!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhpjaOzuI/AAAAAAAAAME/JAjuetA49zA/s1600-h/old+stuff+059.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379026516496098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhpjaOzuI/AAAAAAAAAME/JAjuetA49zA/s320/old+stuff+059.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center">I don't browse or peruse all the antique malls, outlets, or shops, on or off of the beaten path. I have never bought or sold my "old stuff" on e-bay. As a matter of fact I don't even watch the Antique road show, now that we have satelite! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhrJ4g4EI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FaFfSGXZOt8/s1600-h/old+stuff+061.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379054023925826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhrJ4g4EI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FaFfSGXZOt8/s320/old+stuff+061.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/Stkhr200O0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/tRU7YKGGRrU/s1600-h/old+stuff+062.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379066088012610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/Stkhr200O0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/tRU7YKGGRrU/s320/old+stuff+062.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">I guess you could call me somewhat sentimental. I love my old stuff because of its history, where it came from, where it has been and especially because of who may have given it to me. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhpDNRQLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VlfmvIdKP18/s1600-h/old+stuff+058.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379017872195762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhpDNRQLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VlfmvIdKP18/s320/old+stuff+058.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center">None of my old stuff may be worth much of anything (for those who need to put a price tag on everything). Actually, it may be broken, scratched, dented, rusted or even cracked. That is what makes it unique, special, and old. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhqdjSusI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V11HAHia7bw/s1600-h/old+stuff+060.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379042123758274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkhqdjSusI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V11HAHia7bw/s320/old+stuff+060.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I love my sewing machine, my secretary, my butcher block, my crocks and my trunk. I even have some jewelry and a favorite picture that I love. </div><div align="center"> </div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393384938348887138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StknBqs6PGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nNHzYpZsYq0/s320/old+stuff+063.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393384944949925282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StknCDSuFaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/g8yWcYPgAhI/s320/old+stuff+064.jpg" /><br />But..... I have to confess yet again, that of <em>all</em> of the old stuff that I have; the one "old thing" thing I love the most....The one "old thing" that I would never part with, would never give up without a fight, never sell on e-bay or even at a garage sale........ has to be this....... </p><p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393390132797986706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StkrwBiFV5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/k5hoeAj3LuQ/s320/walter3.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><strong>...MY HUBBY,</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>HAPPY 47TH BIRTHDAY to </strong><strong>My favorite "old thing"!!!!!</strong></p><p align="center"><br />Really????, didn't ya kinda wonder where this was going????</p><p align="center">Happy blogging, Becky<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-71874813968529783512009-10-11T09:33:00.005-05:002009-10-11T10:04:34.012-05:00By special request......<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Yes, ladies and gentlemen, kinfolk and acquaintances, I have been asked to "Put this on that blogger thing you do". That's right, Little old me, baby of the family, "dumb old beck", has been choosen to share this masterpiece with all.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Let me tell you first, how honored I am. There is not one other family member, comrade or redneck who would have ever contemplated, mused or anticipated such an achievement, accomplishment or piece de resistance.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">So without further postponement, reprieve or ado, I introduce to all, the official wedding photograph of the family's newest terrific twosome, sweethearts and soulmates.......<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391354325377674546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StHwMb5m7TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NBoFvo1yQVw/s320/billanddodi2.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391353867302898706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/StHvxxcEjBI/AAAAAAAAALs/xZmDlE345yI/s320/billanddodi.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br />Mrs. Dorothy Mary Hacker and Mr. William H. Trescott, III.</p><p align="center">married January 21st, 2009</p><p align="center">Congratulations, Best wishes, and All our Love to the happy couple!!</p><p align="center">(By the way, Bill said, I was specifically suppposed to say <em>not</em> to look at Dottie's hair because they got caught in the rain on the way to the court house and she thinks her hair is "droopy"!!!-- I think she looks beautiful!!!!)</p><p align="center">Now it's on "that blogger thing"!!!</p><p align="center">Happy Blogging ---Becky</p><p align="center"><br /> </p>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-90207667789820834862009-08-13T20:10:00.010-05:002009-08-13T21:12:17.928-05:00More Summer StuffWOW, August already! Before long those crazy, big yellow bus's will be at the end of the driveway beeping and flashing thier lights while your kids run down the drive way, coat half on, breakfast hanging from their mouths, carrying one shoe, dragging a back pack, while trying to fix their hair, shouting"Luv you too, Mom", No, MOM... stay in the house.... ! MOM, please get in the HOUSE, MOM.... you're in your ROBE....EWWW.... STOP CRYING MOM, I'M IN EIGHTH GRADE !!!!! Oh, wait, what do you mean that only happens at my house???? Okay, something like that, but really I haven't cried in years on the first day of school. If I did I'm sure it was tears of joy! If you haven't been there yet, good Luck. If you have, you know what I'm talking about.<br /><br />Anyway, summer's been busy here in Be-Lo-it. While Tom and I <em>didn't</em> get to go to the beach, we did manage to spend a week trout fishing....<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369623809202288690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SoS8Z6z7eDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JEYZ832fta4/s320/100_0406.jpg" /> Sexy, I KNOW!! You are jealous.</p><p>Megan, on the other hand, went to Myrtle beach with her friend and family. They arrived Saturday morning, and spent Saturday evening in the "Stat care" and Megan; 5 stitches later... at home, 10 days later decided she could remove her own stitches... Meet Dr. Megan: <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369625450301316754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SoS95cYbXpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Fq7NVKcQq2I/s320/summer+016.jpg" />Katie is still practicing amd studying for her nursing classes..... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369628876379727634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SoTBA3hLJxI/AAAAAAAAALU/fMtYAvfp4nU/s320/summer+006.jpg" />this "cat's name is "Sher-Kahn"...But she has decided she would study much harder in her own "home" ....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369629857581426626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SoTB5-x458I/AAAAAAAAALc/CICCoqIt8Kg/s320/katiem9.jpg" />Yep, guess who lives in the apartment with a goat on the door? So since our nest has begun to empty..... Tom felt the need for a bigger driveway and maybe even concrete for his "shed".<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369631287112749650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SoTDNMMt0lI/AAAAAAAAALk/oWJAm5zudfE/s320/summer+046.jpg" /> Thank you "Beck's Lawn Care" .</p><p>And I have got my computer back, up and running, pictures downloaded, I've checked on my latest addiction to facebook <em>and </em>I've blogged. My summer is now complete. Almost. </p><p>Until Next time, Happy Blogging! Becky </p>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-90254036027341529132009-06-24T06:49:00.013-05:002009-06-24T07:31:47.395-05:00A summer time Classic<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIWd-0HXNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/M60oVhbPe88/s1600-h/megan+swing.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350864011603172562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIWd-0HXNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/M60oVhbPe88/s320/megan+swing.JPG" border="0" /></a> AAAAAAA batter, batter, batter SWING. </div><div align="center">Fair ball, through the legs of the first baseman....SAFE at FIRST.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350864751929303746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIXJEvnosI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9bnNmycb3BQ/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /> I'm not sure about this one... It might be a new add for AT&T, you know, "more bars in more places." Although, these girls just <em>might</em> actually be watching the game and cheering on their teammates. Remember, "She's a homerun hitter and your never gonna get her......"<br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350866117988851618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIYYltmH6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/GzeTEIn5cV8/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /><br />And we can't forget about the coach's speech after the game. "Good game ladies! You won, but you had some errors.... Hello, is anyone listening? Is anyone even looking at the coaches? What is everyone looking at? Do you ladies hear me???? Any questions? "Yeah, do we get Ice cream??????"<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350867528037830930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIZqqjeERI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bO_3Vxn9Q2Y/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p align="center">Gosh, frustrating, isn't it!!!!! (He's really thinking, "it's not Ice cream I want)<br /><br /></p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868094966747794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIaLqh20pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2j2ZL8RelHw/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">But Ice Cream it is, for the winning team...<br /><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350868606145578290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIapa0YxTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lGslesG0mfc/s320/028.JPG" border="0" />..And good times, with good friends......<br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350869156596339922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SkIbJdaE1NI/AAAAAAAAAKs/I08_LPoQEdk/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /><br /> .......Makes Summer time softball A classic. </p><p> </p><p align="center">Happy Blogging, </p><p align="center">Becky<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-26225568635095309022009-05-02T11:51:00.006-05:002009-05-02T13:20:08.260-05:00More Important Dates!!!<div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Wow, I think Theresa is catching up with me and my blogging addiction. I do think though, that she missed a few important dates. For Instance, May is a big month for some family birthdays... Jake, Joe, Jennifer, Amy, Margie and Dan Frank. You can all thank me later for not including your ages!!! I didn't include them because I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. (Marge) and I don't know all the years that everyone was born . Let's just say that the birthday kids share a combined total age of about, oh, say 259 years!!! WOW. you guys are getting old. Oh, and by the way, I won't be able to help Jen, Amy or Margie celebrate their birthdays, because evidently I will be at the Navarre sales. Please, refer to Theresa's previous post.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">May is also a big month for anniversaries, Barb and John, Margie and Rich, and of course, yours truly. I'm thinking a combined total of close to 80 years of wedded bliss for all of us happy couples. Gee, I don't know about you guys, but it seems like just yesterday we were newlyweds!! </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I almost forgot, one more important date in May that I failed to mentioned, and in my daughter's eyes, probably the most important date to remember! Please mark this date on your calendars....... Last night; Friday May 1st, at approximately 10:27 pm. 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We finally understand what side of the road to drive on - our big dilema now - why are you only supposed to use one foot? You have two pedals and two feet - wouldn't it make more sense to use one foot for each pedal?? And why was Uncle Joe making a big deal about not being allowed to drive with "flip flops" on??? May I just remind you all - Miss Clairol and Extra Strength Excedrin!!!!<br /><br />The most important dates of all - Friday and Saturday May 15th and 16th - THE CITY OF NAVARRE GARAGE SALES!!! ---call me Beck!!!!!down40http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599238373427624573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-41583725627374628012009-04-16T14:59:00.001-05:002009-04-16T15:26:47.047-05:00A pat on the back.Just wanted to share a story as told to me by someone I work with. Some of the names have been changed to "protect" the innocent, but mostly due to HIPAA laws. Here's how the conversation went.<br />"Hey Becky, I didn't know your neice worked for Dr. SoandSo." "My sister Lulu goes to see him. She thinks he's just a wonderful doctor".<br />and I said " Yes, she does and I hear they are moving to a new office." <br />She said, " That's right, Lulu said that all the girls up there are wonderful" "But, there is one little girl she just adores. Everytime Lulu goes to see Dr. Soandso, she only likes this one girl, and hopes that this is the little girl who takes care of her. This little girl's not there everyday, so she must only work part time. She's always so kind and so helpful, but she couldn't remember her name. She did remember that she <em>is</em> from Louisville, <em>and</em> she thought her husband was a policeman. And would you believe that <em>tiny</em>, <em>skinny</em> little thing has twins?!?!?!? <br />Hmmm... wonder who that could be...???? <br />Pat yourself on the back.....nice job <em>little girl</em>!<br /><br />Happy Blogging from a "proud aunt"ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-36417110331936959422009-04-12T16:10:00.003-05:002009-04-12T16:16:06.346-05:00I believe a congratulations is in order?!First off, Happy Easter to everyone! Second off, I would like to congratulate Aunt Theresa on posting a picture on her own! All by herself! She mentioned she was even able to save it from her email into a file and then download it into the blog - all after finding the folder that she had originally saved it in! I dunno bout you but I'm proud (and she's pretty proud of herself too!) LOL! Maybe now she'll post more and not be a "blogger quitter" ( Just kidding!) Anyways, Happy Easter and it was great seeing everyone today and on a side note, for those that tried to calm my kiddos down, today was brought to you by the Dye's Red 40 and Yellow 10 - courtesy of their father. Normally they're a little bit calmer and you can actually talk to them LOL. Have a great week!<br /><br />MandyMommy23Miracleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12389075858257735628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-22578379548575752562009-04-12T08:04:00.000-05:002009-04-12T07:05:12.294-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9Bhc3CWF_c/SeHUZ1_GeUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J9QtaoOgCoA/s1600-h/EasterSun%2771%28PS%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s9Bhc3CWF_c/SeHUZ1_GeUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J9QtaoOgCoA/s320/EasterSun%2771%28PS%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323769774982199618" border="0" /></a>HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!! ORANGE MUST HAVE BEEN A HOT COLOR BACK IN 1971!!! HOPE THE EASTER BUNNY BROUGHT LOTS AND LOTS OF CANDY TO THE LITTLE ONES!down40http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599238373427624573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-2164808475002376392009-04-09T17:46:00.004-05:002009-04-09T18:31:47.519-05:00Peter-Cotton-Tail<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/Sd57LgkDp-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/5zEoyZg64_w/s1600-h/easter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322827247248451554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/Sd57LgkDp-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/5zEoyZg64_w/s320/easter.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">Speaking of "growing up trescott" ..........have a HAPPY EASTER !!!!!!</span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">'luv you girls, too!!!! Happy Easter and happy blogging! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Becky</span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></p><div align="center"></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-56743381157773924222009-04-03T06:59:00.002-05:002009-04-03T07:42:10.954-05:00Feeling the love!Spring is in the air and even here in our neck of the woods, I personally am beginning to really feel the love. <br /><br />Conversation one:<br />Wednesday night, Tom and I are intently engrossed, waiting to see who is definitely in the bottom three of Idol. Megan comes hopping down the steps being her usual teenage self. "Mom, I need help, cheerleading try outs are Thursday and I need a cheer" (Gee, she does talk and not just text. ) Being the good mom that I am I<em> literally</em> jumped at the chance to shine up my mother of the year trophy. Picture this, well, maybe you shouldn't. I immediately threw off my warm cozy blanket, stood up from my nice cozy couch, and in my nice cozy, baby blue, fleecey flannel, satin trimmed housecoat, I mean robe, proceeded to give what I thought was my best rendition of "open up the barn doors, kick out the hay" cheer. Oh, come on. you know it too. It was complete with "one, two, ready. go" and an awesomely fantastic, spirited "toe touch" almost jump!!! Remember the robe??? And as quick as I started I was finished. Between the hysterical laughs from all partys involved and the look of total utter shame, embarrassment, and disgust that only a 13 year old can portray this is what I heard:<br /> " UMMMM, EWWWW, MOM, Sit down...don't do that again.... EWWWWW ...I'll call somebody else for help!!!" "Dad, can you do it?" I mean REALLY, she didn't even give me the chance to do "Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM,BOOM,BOOM !!!.......<strong>Feel the love !!!!???!!!</strong><br /><br />Second conversation...yet another true story. I was lucky enough to spend the day with the eldest Eastep daughter. Our day was filled with our usual trek to Akron Children's Hospital, followed by lunch at "Fridays" and a little shopping in the afternoon. I think we bonded and pondered lifes biggest issues when you are almost 20 something. Oh, and in case you didn't know, 20 is old and once you hit 30, your life is over--per the eldest Eastep daughter.<br />Back to the story, it seems that the aforementioned almost 20 something daughter has a dilemna...does she:<br /> 1.) Move home next year, Live for free, work every other as needed,<br /> and commute to Aultman 4 days per week.<br /> 2.) Live back on campus and pay an outrageous housing bill and still drive from<br /> Walsh to Aultman OR<br /> 3.) Rent an apartment off campus, be strapped down with rent, utilities, groceries,<br /> work more hours, and go to school full time, (kinda like burning your candle at<br /> both ends), just to save money on gas and driving.?? <br />HMMMMMM.... Well, this is what she said to me, "Mom, don't get me wrong" (red flag immediately pops up in mom's head, as BP rises) I <em>like</em> being on my own, I <em>like</em> it here on campus, BUT ( awwww, maybe she does miss us) I <em><strong>really</strong></em> miss.......( see, get the tissues out for this).....<em><strong> I really miss</strong></em>, (ready for this one?)<br /><br /> <span style="font-size:180%;">I REALLY MISS MY GOATS!!!!</span><br /><br />SEE?! <strong>FEEL THE LOVE</strong> !! With that being said, I have to go buy my stock in excedrin and clairol and learn to stay off of the sidewalks. See blog below.<br /><br />Happy Blogging.<br />Beckksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-2596396795817694262009-04-02T21:27:00.002-05:002009-04-02T21:46:45.262-05:00Hot Stock Tips...<span style="font-family: arial;">For the past 6 months now I have been hearing ....Mom, just 6 months--- Mom just 4 months----Mom just 1 month.....thats right in just 1 way to short month Kayla will be 151/2 years old which means as any of you who have gone through teenagers know ---you got it!!! TEMPORARY DRIVING PERMIT. Those words alone means lots and lots and lots of Excedrin - Extra Strength of course and lots of Miss Clairol - <span style="font-style: italic;">my hot stocks tip</span>. We picked up our study guide this past week end - flipped though it and said " this looks boring - I'm not reading it.!!!!" I did come home yesterday and she proudly announced that she cooked for herself as I was working so that should prove she is ready to get her temps. I replied - Oh what did you cook?? Her reply - Hot Dogs!!! I have to admit she did not boil the water dry and burn the hot dogs like a certain aunt of hers did - so I guess that should count for something. So during our whole driving conversation she let me know that she thinks she gets everything about driving except one thing. Oh I say.... What would that be??? Well, she says...if I'm driving on one road and turn onto another road....how do I know what side of the road to drive on?? Yep...Excedrin and Miss Clairol. Happy investing!!!!! <br /></span>down40http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599238373427624573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-35426463267997977102009-02-25T17:14:00.004-05:002009-02-25T18:38:33.677-05:00Birthday Memories<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SaXPyYnheHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zB_gS-uWaSY/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306876200434628722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SaXPyYnheHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zB_gS-uWaSY/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today, February 25th, 2009, dad would have been 83 years old. So for just one blog I want to be sentimental, somewhat sappy and maybe just a little emotional.<br /></div><div>We all know that dad didn't always keep his father of the year trophy shining at the front of his trophy case, but he was a good dad, grandpa and great grandpa in his own way, to alot of kids. I believe that if you would ask each of the twelve of us to describe our dad, we would each describe a different man. When Billy was young, Dad was young, and when I was, well, <em>younger,</em> dad was<em> older.</em> These are the memories I have of my dad. </div><br /><div>My Dad was a brother, son, husband, co-worker, neighbor and friend. he was a beer drinker, a smoker, a singer and a guitar player. He loved classic country from Charlie Rich to Johnny Cash. He loved flannel shirts and his white socks. In the summer time it was sleeveless white T-shirts, proudly sporting his "mother" tatoo, bermude shorts to his knees, white socks and slip on shoes. He always had a tan, a comb-over and a cap. The jeans he wore were always wider than they were long, and mom would cut them off and "hem them at the knees" to make them fit.</div><div><br /> </div><div>He came home from work at 7:00am everyday, had 2 cups of coffee and cigarettes and was off to bed until 11:00. He then would sit at the end of the table with a little more coffee, a lot more cigarettes and do the daily puzzle with the paper folded just right. he would only drink from one particulary heavy, thick, old, coffee cup. He would get up at 9:30 pm every night, need a thermos of coffee, 2 sandwiches with sandwich spread, 4 cookies( fig newtons were his favorite) and 2 full packs of cigarettes to get him through the night. He never missed work; if he did you knew he was ill. </div><div><br /> </div><div>When I was really young I would be allowed to sit outside on the swing with him, or even on the front porch if I was quiet, while he recorded letters on cassettes to send to Bill. </div><div><br /> </div><div><em>Every</em> Summer He would plant new grasss seed under the apple trees, tie it off with twine and pie plates, and build a platform for your feet under the swings. And every summer the grass would all be trampled down again and die. But he did it every year.</div><div><br /> </div><div>On Sunday mornings, he made fried eggs. He was responsible for turning on the mashed potatoes at 11:00 while we were at church. After Lunch, on special occasions, he would get out his guitar and play. I loved to hear him sing "Hey Joe" and "The green, green grass of home". If we were really lucky, Dad would take us Roller skating. Boy, could he ever skate! Front Skate, Backwards skate, the Flee Hop, the Hokie Pokie and Free Style. He would glide acros the rink like a star. Just ask mom; that's how they met. Once a year on Sunday night, when the Wizard of Oz was on, Dad would make homemade doughnuts for us. </div><div><br /> </div><div>He coined the phrase "3 swats and a boot", invented "the thing dad built" and never missed an opportunity to brag about how he had 2 belt driven dishwashers at home. He loved playing poker with the boys, a full boat, and to bet "from the hip". He has had the honor of walking many women down the aisle and only being married to one. </div><div></div><br /><br /><div>He was the happiest when all the kids, young and old, were around. Birthdays, Christmas, Easter or a "garage party". He was the best thing that ever happened to Eric Michael, and Eric Michael was the best thing that ever happened to him. The best thing that<em> I</em> ever did was to let <em>him</em> be a part of my children's lives. For quite a while, Katie, Michael and Grandpa were the 3 musketeers and he spoiled them rotten. When Megan came along, he became her "papa" and he walked on water in her eyes. Even when the pedestal she put him on became a wheel chair, her grandpa was all she ever needed. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This is the dad I remember, and for all these memories and many more, I feel lucky and blessed to have had such a special man in my life, and to be able to have shared him with my family. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Happy 83rd birthday, Willie ! You are loved and missed by all. </div><br /><div></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5745705204312983076.post-68574767488672286442009-01-24T09:34:00.004-05:002009-01-24T09:41:29.631-05:00I'm at a loss for words....<span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SXsnrxJbvQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P5OnomD_g_I/s1600-h/K9174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294869419784912130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOqytNSjDeQ/SXsnrxJbvQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P5OnomD_g_I/s320/K9174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">WOW.......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">and <em>congratulations</em> to the happy couple!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>ksjjrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00644432187519787165noreply@blogger.com1