tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21068197824184942352024-03-12T19:40:43.962-05:00Kasey & JoEllKasey and I were sealed on July 17th 2010. We have made our first home in Iowa City, IA.JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-89261400013435670342012-09-25T13:09:00.000-05:002012-09-25T13:09:10.192-05:00A Bit of Summer Lovin<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #999999;"> My summer was pretty amazing! My nanny job ended in May, with Kasey being busy with classes and I not having a job I was feeling very anxious about how the summer would go. When classes ended for Kasey we were able to take the long drive home to Utah. When we got there and after we had been there for a couple of weeks it was a pretty easy decision to know that I was going to stay all summer (Sorry Kase I did miss you lots though). Here is how my summer went:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999;">Lots of fourwheeler rides and camping</span></div>
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of course dirty faces </div>
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not the best picture, but it shows how Quinn bossed us around all summer and of course a lot of time in pjs</div>
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tons of fun at grandmas</div>
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what is a summer without half your time spent at the swimming pool</div>
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running through sprinklers</div>
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multiple times to the zoo</div>
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my two year anniversary</div>
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Aladdin at Tuacahn (my first time there)</div>
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most of my time was spent with super cute kids</div>
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and of course Quinn bites through her lip while I am watching her</div>
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cousin sleep overs at grandmas</div>
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miss Londyn was so excited Kasey came back</div>
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horse riding</div>
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Lots of fun with the gorilla suit</div>
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My mom and dad left this waiting for me in my bed</div>
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more of Quinn bossing us all around (notice the empty chair)</div>
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This summer I also got to watch this little monkey two days a week, I loved every minute of it!</div>
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JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-20198169257790562222012-05-02T22:19:00.000-05:002012-05-02T22:19:06.432-05:00A Night To Remember<div align="center">
Last Monday Kasey and I were invited to a banquet to receive his senior athlete "I" ring. To be honest looking back I don't know what we were thinking. For one thing it was a banquet to honor all the athletes that were seniors and going to graduate. If that was not enough to clue us in on the dress apparel maybe the fact that it was at the Marriott and it was 35 dollars a plate should have helped. Well long story short it was a black tie event and Kasey and I showed up in jeans. I was so embarrassed! The worst part is that we came right before they opened the doors, so everyone was in the lobby as we turned the corner. I wanted to hide. We did not have time to go home to changed so I sat through a 3 hour program feeling so dumb. I actually thought it was funny when I was finally sitting down. As soon as it was over I wanted to run out of there. </div>
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hmmm.... who is out of place here?</div>
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Here is a picture of all the senior athletes that were invited. </div>
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Kasey and one of his teammates</div>
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And of course Kasey with all the loot we scored from the banquet We were getting our 35 dollars worth. </div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-35887150688069149472012-04-10T10:59:00.001-05:002012-04-10T11:00:00.302-05:00Horrible TimingPoor Kasey is learning fast that with me timing is everything. I think we all know baseball season can kinda drag for me. I am trying really hard to love it while it lasts. I think I really will miss it once it is over ( isn't that how everything goes). Well back to the horrible timing. Kasey had just gotten back from a trip to Nebraska, and I was feeling picked on because I had to spend Easter alone ( good thing i have a great friend that takes care of me ). Well kasey had First told me that we might not move back to Utah in December. Which okay fine I had keep that a possibility. But then he dropped the bom that it could happen we would never move back to Utah. I had never even let that enter my mind. Well long story short after a long call to my mom, crying to kasey, and sleeping on it I think I can handle the news. I know this will all be worth it and I am ready to go the distance. I just may need some hand holding and a couple nice long trips home. It just happened to be the worst timing! Today I feel much better about it and feel like our sacrifices will be worth it. Wish me luck.<br />
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P.S I hope everyone had a great EasterJoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-79846934686349570622012-04-05T17:10:00.000-05:002012-04-05T17:10:03.207-05:00Baseball Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtEz77e4bpj5h5uo1gWhyKjKAvbP2_vzRPYSicr7aWJNcpn8peNHlyg0RUJmrmtxePejUHywuGEjB6V-mxIrm6vKQrPJ6f9-NgOWwoLl-_WLBPttqWM92zF5Hei7wcQ2YFztvr0GHmgE/s1600/IMG_1920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjtEz77e4bpj5h5uo1gWhyKjKAvbP2_vzRPYSicr7aWJNcpn8peNHlyg0RUJmrmtxePejUHywuGEjB6V-mxIrm6vKQrPJ6f9-NgOWwoLl-_WLBPttqWM92zF5Hei7wcQ2YFztvr0GHmgE/s320/IMG_1920.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Home: 5-2<br />
Away: 1-4<br />
Big Ten: 3-3JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-66437134799614244182012-04-05T12:07:00.001-05:002012-04-05T12:07:17.581-05:00Kasey is the bom.com!<p>Check out <a href="http://gotaf.socialtwist.com/redirect?l=34vrk">Iowa baseball gets hitting and pitching in victory - The Daily Iowan</a></p><p> </p><p>If you check out the slide show of the pictures there is a really good one of Kasey bating. It will be the second picture in the slide show.</p>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-71653619772792798472012-04-01T10:54:00.000-05:002012-04-01T10:54:17.130-05:00Much Needed Visitors<div align="center">I was so excited that my family was able to come out for 5 days and visit me. My mother, mother-in-law, Kasey's grandma, and grandpa all took the long drive to come watch Kasey play in the season opening games. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZ61yM-LetEBqXhc8PHMMwP-vZl7wdc4UNEHTixvJoFVELLi7dOcnpfyVPIkkzZc0wpleiZuTh6nBZOCuldYsQjIEquDUnxZhXVsMEUuQKcY4vUcs8et1klFb5xv7oHnTptZV8Q1oTEY/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZ61yM-LetEBqXhc8PHMMwP-vZl7wdc4UNEHTixvJoFVELLi7dOcnpfyVPIkkzZc0wpleiZuTh6nBZOCuldYsQjIEquDUnxZhXVsMEUuQKcY4vUcs8et1klFb5xv7oHnTptZV8Q1oTEY/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was so nice having family there during the games, and the weather was beautiful. I even got a really awesome farmers tan. You can not tell in the picture (dang Kasey and his tan skin) but I did get some sun and felt good about it until I saw this picture. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhM-MMQWitYAKwm8-DHs5b4spkKG-bzTfRmTQe8EMfs3OK9PyQ3l7zJPe0Sv0VW9iH0NI4ZxXftdx_drpZXigvgjjVgju0LI7y0e9DLRfROvPpcGQWzBh-E4I3xnjeO0InRYg4oWjEPbQ/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhM-MMQWitYAKwm8-DHs5b4spkKG-bzTfRmTQe8EMfs3OK9PyQ3l7zJPe0Sv0VW9iH0NI4ZxXftdx_drpZXigvgjjVgju0LI7y0e9DLRfROvPpcGQWzBh-E4I3xnjeO0InRYg4oWjEPbQ/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Hawkeyes played Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Giving us Thursday to go to Nauvoo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlN4yMWZMx03O_V_khf-qvLTi-v6SgF8eJFMSc4gMfLC-RQmBkFaP-IXLEoA2SLlLlsrEe3Gq7LfIjanXfvhyphenhyphen9h_DInAoHnrll7JZoHSCMtSMVyWJmYUgqkWpKEsCb-ZzeIffcFvUNgY/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlN4yMWZMx03O_V_khf-qvLTi-v6SgF8eJFMSc4gMfLC-RQmBkFaP-IXLEoA2SLlLlsrEe3Gq7LfIjanXfvhyphenhyphen9h_DInAoHnrll7JZoHSCMtSMVyWJmYUgqkWpKEsCb-ZzeIffcFvUNgY/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I was so lucky in the fact that Kasey's Grandma and Gramdpa served a mission in Nauvoo. They served when the temple was first opened about ten years ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsrbmlPTu4Ynf-kEYJXbXrWUeUJN2CN1dbhUl3AAVn5ZgIQ8xsfcGn5F56LpSuwYncH7DQFnIM9Dycr_qB5Glg_JD-4jyoxexP8fVq1Jxw4jM2Kg-qBaKMhheSXwK-WnkWenmKhN29fo/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsrbmlPTu4Ynf-kEYJXbXrWUeUJN2CN1dbhUl3AAVn5ZgIQ8xsfcGn5F56LpSuwYncH7DQFnIM9Dycr_qB5Glg_JD-4jyoxexP8fVq1Jxw4jM2Kg-qBaKMhheSXwK-WnkWenmKhN29fo/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It was so fun having them there to tell us all about the buildings and the history. It was like we had our own tour guides for the whole day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRzQlRmSZvc1e2-ntLZcNrjbiYf4PCsSG8rcpkvRh_2qIErHP95EOOXtzRWtQjhHe8FpsvIbwE6ocx2Qcf_uvpKQqHlGtGM7AdDZ0DTmLevFSGH59VX5IBOofCh1-5ZwKe1BmxK2GvqY/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRzQlRmSZvc1e2-ntLZcNrjbiYf4PCsSG8rcpkvRh_2qIErHP95EOOXtzRWtQjhHe8FpsvIbwE6ocx2Qcf_uvpKQqHlGtGM7AdDZ0DTmLevFSGH59VX5IBOofCh1-5ZwKe1BmxK2GvqY/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> While serving in Nauvoo they were temple workers. Kasey's grandpa was actually the one to seal us in Manti when we got married. It was a really cool experience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEztQJZ-p1IULcwpKk2NK2XKj1-_vcvPMOKN4n72a0YMY97mXyZx9WiEVlNcLj7ixaeMPUYYjhWj01D1_bvLeQbQZ9tYkuwNDoerf7V9YFQsqgTPhuKVE3csJ6NIULmyaW3vSoRfAlB0M/s1600/IMG_0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEztQJZ-p1IULcwpKk2NK2XKj1-_vcvPMOKN4n72a0YMY97mXyZx9WiEVlNcLj7ixaeMPUYYjhWj01D1_bvLeQbQZ9tYkuwNDoerf7V9YFQsqgTPhuKVE3csJ6NIULmyaW3vSoRfAlB0M/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It was my Moms first time in Nauvoo. It was also my first time touring Nauvoo. Normally we just go to the temple and head back. I loved being able to do this with my family. I Had so much fun while they were here and was so sad to see them go. Poor Kasey did not get to go to Nauvoo with us and was really busy the whole time they were here. I hope they can come back again and Kasey will be able to go. I will miss them so much and cant wait until they come again. </div><div align="center"></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-53828943203277258792012-03-15T13:04:00.000-05:002012-03-15T13:04:08.216-05:00Ferber MethodLittle Calvin has me wrapped around his little fat finger. He melts my heart, Kasey probably gets so sick of me always talking about what he did that day but Icant help it he's my little chunk ( I found out his weight is in the 95%).I always knew it would not be easy to let little Calvin cry it out. Today is day one and i could hardly stand it. There were at least two times I had to honestly keep myself from going to get him. Thirty minutes has never felt so long, the poor little guy broke my heart. I know this is for his better health I just hope there are not to many more days of this. After he finally feel asleep I just sat by his crib for a good fifteen minutes to make sure he was okay. It may have been harder on me than him. I am excited for him to be able to get the sleep he needs. As of right now he was in the habit of sleeping 15 minutes and then wanting to be up for a hour. We will see how this goes.JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-71550019539920219152012-02-14T10:09:00.000-06:002012-02-14T10:09:43.908-06:00Kasey the Great<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cL4tDqQiYqFCsyy-A2UI9f66hX_oGat08KABx0HEKKBZm-KyUTE1aGujMeB6w9P7sOYLHWaIzcF2AVQGAarfWI8Z8Wb0nt_8KYvP51iBzudWkJWZtNmdBn2fY3sRY3GNYHw6f5h-fRo/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cL4tDqQiYqFCsyy-A2UI9f66hX_oGat08KABx0HEKKBZm-KyUTE1aGujMeB6w9P7sOYLHWaIzcF2AVQGAarfWI8Z8Wb0nt_8KYvP51iBzudWkJWZtNmdBn2fY3sRY3GNYHw6f5h-fRo/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">A little bit ago Kasey and I went to the Iowa vs Penn State basketball game. During half time, Kasey received a medal for lettering in his sport as well as getting a 3.5 GPA. He is also one of the very few that is getting a minor with his major. I am so proud of him, he works so hard. I think there is two main reasons why he works so hard, 1) he has wanted to do this since he was little and 2) He knows I have his first couple paychecks spent in my head. May I also brag and say that there were only about 25-30 students out of all the student athletes, and 3 other baseball players that got this honor. Go Kasey!</div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-41467686731129707182012-01-30T19:46:00.000-06:002012-01-30T19:46:09.996-06:00My Valentine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkJxG4JZYJg2FMc2P84NsICJHYZW5T0IobW5mdI6qlII-gAFM900LsYF35djYYAlSt2iid25xl-OUUPKuYqNvBrX_Tl2cSVttFOQPO8fjCfG66V4bLwLHvG2hJ0qRpoGPOCYwR9vqlS0/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkJxG4JZYJg2FMc2P84NsICJHYZW5T0IobW5mdI6qlII-gAFM900LsYF35djYYAlSt2iid25xl-OUUPKuYqNvBrX_Tl2cSVttFOQPO8fjCfG66V4bLwLHvG2hJ0qRpoGPOCYwR9vqlS0/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Now this is why I miss my family so much, look how sweet they are. My mom and my little cousin Remie put a Valentine package together for me. The top picture is what my mom sent me. She knows me all too well, she sent all my favorite treats. Gushers, m&m's, life saver gummies, a really cute new shirt, a cute valentines decoration, and a sweet card. Of course she had to send Kasey his favorite cookies, Snicker Doodles. (he always hides them from me, because he knows they are his) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghcXcvdoTahraZSYsPbsnTVk0Z3jg29PmhqAMfRtWp6QYVBmY7bCgXRpPWYBUHoJorv-ZWUg-ocZ9B7UN_i7PBI0zvzzr2j5vIiCMKeyPOSSwNLl684A-EFVQoO_4AAfacVtABdloQi8/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghcXcvdoTahraZSYsPbsnTVk0Z3jg29PmhqAMfRtWp6QYVBmY7bCgXRpPWYBUHoJorv-ZWUg-ocZ9B7UN_i7PBI0zvzzr2j5vIiCMKeyPOSSwNLl684A-EFVQoO_4AAfacVtABdloQi8/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">My mom said that Remie worked really hard putting this together, I almost cried when I saw it. She painted some beautiful pictures as you can see (she said there is more where that comes from). She also sent me a teddy bear, a cheer scrunchy (black and green thing), a bag of pretzels, fat free newtons, apple sauce and fruit snacks. Oh how could I forget a beautiful new purple belt. She also sent the cutest little note. It says: Dear JoEll, I love you so much. When you come here for summer break can we have a sleep over? Love Remie Claire Worthen. When I called to tell her thank you she told me that the paintings had to go on the wall by Kasey's bed. How sweet is my family, Kasey and I are so lucky! We have such great parents on both sides that do so much for us. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Sorry if the grammer and spelling is not up to par. I think Kasey has too much going on to edit every post. Hope you know what I am trying to say :).</span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-48699749590451739012012-01-28T14:04:00.000-06:002012-01-28T14:04:10.588-06:00Meet Calvin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSHorNVGLpNs85B7yHy0ayxFoDvDeNkx_e2IuIwnHIqJmahRVHiKPR7NNEl26heky5aRqEc_aqNIGwxQd9Uq49Yogpj5GuB9iybA2KC4lKsm8U5eeiDQTa6AX6ZcR7FluK5R3wu1rwLs/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSHorNVGLpNs85B7yHy0ayxFoDvDeNkx_e2IuIwnHIqJmahRVHiKPR7NNEl26heky5aRqEc_aqNIGwxQd9Uq49Yogpj5GuB9iybA2KC4lKsm8U5eeiDQTa6AX6ZcR7FluK5R3wu1rwLs/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center">Here is the sweet little boy I spend most of my time with. He is very easy baby and very quick to smile. It lights up my day when I walk in the door and he smiles ear to ear for me. I have been watching him for about 2 weeks and will continue to watch him until may. It will be a very sad day when I am done watching him. (sorry for some reason the picture is upside down) </div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-51413993256487945522012-01-22T16:44:00.001-06:002012-01-22T16:45:11.685-06:00Your Not Fooling Me<div align="center">I just have to shake my head and laugh. I am sorry but our neighbors are the worst at parking. I mean come on all of these pictures are in one parking lot, but then again maybe I am the dumb one. They have a pretty good situation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCTWhFH2t5LRHgE2c-jhs3ZatwZ6CsYiMHIR_Inc-KuiShhoD83Yz1LWVheyOEoomYuclL27RcDWspoFsr4HyAik5GeuPAgSEyDmSNVAn-FatYi9c6W9QTwPPY86idmCP27Ffr-MzOt8/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> If there is no parking spots just park on the side walk, you cant get any closer than that right. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2Ku6p__Q4MfHq1nL6e8cVMV1zaCZFK-O37bRZEx8parGa4GuQjckdw8qqshfJZhlBaLlquDuGg5GdRiAaRwgU-dGgzuOUqsWA5TqK4NWON4jNUBQtnHsKU924vnSr-__XV95um5UeUg/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2Ku6p__Q4MfHq1nL6e8cVMV1zaCZFK-O37bRZEx8parGa4GuQjckdw8qqshfJZhlBaLlquDuGg5GdRiAaRwgU-dGgzuOUqsWA5TqK4NWON4jNUBQtnHsKU924vnSr-__XV95um5UeUg/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> You have the option of either taking just enough of two spots that no one else can fit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2csIHgJFAuRrvAbdxaZK5bbQgMrwlsm36KTBzW7rayP8AnQ7B2-zdV-WkgkHqZd584i8IXB7gnPJzleb66jWSCph4hyYIUj17dVeFjJVhYQJJx0tTm5asEa458p7920uOaSi2DMzV5uw/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2csIHgJFAuRrvAbdxaZK5bbQgMrwlsm36KTBzW7rayP8AnQ7B2-zdV-WkgkHqZd584i8IXB7gnPJzleb66jWSCph4hyYIUj17dVeFjJVhYQJJx0tTm5asEa458p7920uOaSi2DMzV5uw/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Or you can park right in the middle. They have the right idea I will never be doored again. My neighbors are fooling us all, they may look like they cant park but they know the true way to get the best parking. Oh the things I have learned out here in Iowa. </div><div align="center"></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-32011081529386477462012-01-16T16:50:00.000-06:002012-01-16T16:50:09.770-06:00An Itchy Situation<div align="center">For the past few weeks I have not been feeling so well. It turns out I had a sinus infection so I naturally took some antibiotics. Well to make a long story short I found out I am allergic to sulfur (sulfate) type medicine, which is in some antibiotics. and my whole body looked a lot like this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22e6vwhhhg18lNnSwnGkLMFzMx75aXyeoD8sgMsPYHNeTea3oU-8R2gK79Xr1kdFABI2AD-Kw2Ni5n3KxZM34t8V6vaXTrRZ4-3ZF4Sp-GHoxbpcYznem-Q5GP65qRXrszaudTC80zoQ/s1600/IMG-20120116-00222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22e6vwhhhg18lNnSwnGkLMFzMx75aXyeoD8sgMsPYHNeTea3oU-8R2gK79Xr1kdFABI2AD-Kw2Ni5n3KxZM34t8V6vaXTrRZ4-3ZF4Sp-GHoxbpcYznem-Q5GP65qRXrszaudTC80zoQ/s320/IMG-20120116-00222.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center">Gross I know, to make matters worse I had to get a steroid shot (that hurt so bad)! Lets hope this goes away soon, I am watching Calvin tomorrow and don't want to be itching everywhere. </div><div align="center"></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-41966654135899629502012-01-08T23:34:00.000-06:002012-01-08T23:34:50.530-06:00Home Sweet Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRCySajGYkonCmPUQLD18bg4a_esxvp4gOA3UjGhfrZHBBzNDM4tEnBftCarPayDKZ0nxubgpQI1Vgqs-phm9qhQyWsjlZtkpx75vhiw5jROE1PCuHEhWNZulEYIYTEKIac7PR41wMEU/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRCySajGYkonCmPUQLD18bg4a_esxvp4gOA3UjGhfrZHBBzNDM4tEnBftCarPayDKZ0nxubgpQI1Vgqs-phm9qhQyWsjlZtkpx75vhiw5jROE1PCuHEhWNZulEYIYTEKIac7PR41wMEU/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Warning picture overload, we headed back to Utah for 3 weeks and had a lot of fun. So instead of telling you every little story I will just let you see the pictures they are more fun anyway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcybK0hucThZ0oOjWeTsLSatiMFqSz3Yo2ys4gbUwFvJT-RyzvwVEv-QaB79LRiWPJZ17oUi6uyreHvLbEDZhqz2jz2yxXOu9WGu-wjVynaxXINLzicNfvH97HvE1Fow00Ff7oC2zudOA/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcybK0hucThZ0oOjWeTsLSatiMFqSz3Yo2ys4gbUwFvJT-RyzvwVEv-QaB79LRiWPJZ17oUi6uyreHvLbEDZhqz2jz2yxXOu9WGu-wjVynaxXINLzicNfvH97HvE1Fow00Ff7oC2zudOA/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Every year it is a tradition to go to Lava Hot Springs with the Carling family. I look forward to doing this every year we have a lot of fun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0Wpl0lCEN_9Xy5h-kTFGq6CF93-lig5olJW1fXHTwXk1bX8JBxpvfGGVOYpu5qZJ2ksDfgeeUjAAJ9lmUV6n9w4pzkwOd9P76XaRhO5ubrqjBX2pFsVaVJkhnjvSKqSj3M8mLzfSYOw/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0Wpl0lCEN_9Xy5h-kTFGq6CF93-lig5olJW1fXHTwXk1bX8JBxpvfGGVOYpu5qZJ2ksDfgeeUjAAJ9lmUV6n9w4pzkwOd9P76XaRhO5ubrqjBX2pFsVaVJkhnjvSKqSj3M8mLzfSYOw/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The little kids thought swimming outside was so cool, there favorite was to watch ice melt in the hot water. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoefnSmPgOk4tpvGTHAUsMCezS9BN_8q3I8T4mHvnEN2vebrS_Y4uLyYGishPMdoLLRj9y0v7WroPZeuW23nkwWIlNVSLofMRC-7ff_-DHxcghCvqjmmUQeF0mDu4AmJBfzpgzksLc4aE/s1600/IMG_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoefnSmPgOk4tpvGTHAUsMCezS9BN_8q3I8T4mHvnEN2vebrS_Y4uLyYGishPMdoLLRj9y0v7WroPZeuW23nkwWIlNVSLofMRC-7ff_-DHxcghCvqjmmUQeF0mDu4AmJBfzpgzksLc4aE/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kasey and I had plenty of sleep overs with our nieces and nephews. Kasey decided to build a fort for the kids. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk78ot5vSWSKLbz-8djWZ5eVfjjpbGYkCONjWyb7Q9GGhHyq2N8z0Lgi41T8WLbYZeuV9jC7JVb9BvwIwWFFU_m1Tn3mPnpsYGdIXMxWtRtJk1T12d-9mra1lVt_yr5miodWaGzujx9x0/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk78ot5vSWSKLbz-8djWZ5eVfjjpbGYkCONjWyb7Q9GGhHyq2N8z0Lgi41T8WLbYZeuV9jC7JVb9BvwIwWFFU_m1Tn3mPnpsYGdIXMxWtRtJk1T12d-9mra1lVt_yr5miodWaGzujx9x0/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here are the little kids watching TV while Kasey (who was very serious about this fort business) planned and build the fort. (Notice Kasey in the back working hard on his fort)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuB13VAmqYI8TD0y0e4JYINKVV3Q0g9fJvgt9JHv8j_dDi9EhSbAij4JBWO1yB3IRkA1BdTPEawUNETwYVjTIGkzLG9ViBg6Q6GdN6Dt0WpvLyWkVmDgSCguq0GmeZRIHzqspgiPLCIZA/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuB13VAmqYI8TD0y0e4JYINKVV3Q0g9fJvgt9JHv8j_dDi9EhSbAij4JBWO1yB3IRkA1BdTPEawUNETwYVjTIGkzLG9ViBg6Q6GdN6Dt0WpvLyWkVmDgSCguq0GmeZRIHzqspgiPLCIZA/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The little kids had a lot of fun when it was built. But you had to be very careful. Kasey was not about to let kids ruin his fort, he worked so hard on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36cV86cqFuUAzzbm6WbebE3qxOWiu5gTPjg5ovJJF6gDm45IREtwVd8wpWGFCUECrou6GQGEyj_9LjlBLQ_51kPLp5VNp1Zq50gciUMWYdAxTxN3cFLEhIHTubYORy7ZXR_UTLf4exlo/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All 8 of us slept under the fort. Well except a couple ended up in grandma and grandpas bed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKa-GDSTAeVgNc2WSjSn-hRJOptvdtgZuL5_B1QBByKJOBfnVtwMyZ5Ju54PMt0NKoFIWOOmZaxr5W3zBujSQoPXixOrJjTXUcdw3F9jVnUzj9zmvtq88ihSPuyUI2hMyeEkFPEZ2v70/s1600/IMG_0389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKa-GDSTAeVgNc2WSjSn-hRJOptvdtgZuL5_B1QBByKJOBfnVtwMyZ5Ju54PMt0NKoFIWOOmZaxr5W3zBujSQoPXixOrJjTXUcdw3F9jVnUzj9zmvtq88ihSPuyUI2hMyeEkFPEZ2v70/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think one of my favorite parts about going home is seeing all my cute nieces and nephews. I think they are probably some of the cutest little kids I know. It almost makes me want to have a baby. (almost is the key word)</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPc0FVl93mOlYUTXkFHQg3ZbzejOyOCqPvF0Zx0yRfJzsYdWzUieAwDFEB4V05WQldzb6-VFt-08cf64hJ1J-7CHqONbMrrpjEn8Uj3CrzZiEQcxP6kcUHNRoPxXsdKQbnfS8ByTYicl8/s1600/IMG_0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPc0FVl93mOlYUTXkFHQg3ZbzejOyOCqPvF0Zx0yRfJzsYdWzUieAwDFEB4V05WQldzb6-VFt-08cf64hJ1J-7CHqONbMrrpjEn8Uj3CrzZiEQcxP6kcUHNRoPxXsdKQbnfS8ByTYicl8/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Alyssa is so smart she got a microscope for Christmas and was showing me how one works, I am hopeless in that department. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmyXi95sNP_7GY3oO1Nu62dNhccqbLWiv2ZKmhyh6yFfCg_LJvdnNn-mQD93D-6e39C8eB1tUtVKIpu-W6U3lWP0h4LbWf2RhLEt8Csa3GaHM-SVF80tTXwnhm2narfLMTTe9UmCpdd8/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmyXi95sNP_7GY3oO1Nu62dNhccqbLWiv2ZKmhyh6yFfCg_LJvdnNn-mQD93D-6e39C8eB1tUtVKIpu-W6U3lWP0h4LbWf2RhLEt8Csa3GaHM-SVF80tTXwnhm2narfLMTTe9UmCpdd8/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Of course while in Utah you have to go to Cabelas. Quinn loved the fish, she thinks everything barks like a dog. She was barking for hours. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b0PvxkMukEffOWq0E-vAtuU36rDA_SgGVtO3Ca7Zi3ExmRN_8WkVBzKI_uQ3tF-3_qhyphenhyphenO5U5OJLDKgO0DuzjdHvocDJXWRRV02B6AOwYgA3FyCL-bbsPsfnxA9k5vYgwJDCgGtnkgmU/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b0PvxkMukEffOWq0E-vAtuU36rDA_SgGVtO3Ca7Zi3ExmRN_8WkVBzKI_uQ3tF-3_qhyphenhyphenO5U5OJLDKgO0DuzjdHvocDJXWRRV02B6AOwYgA3FyCL-bbsPsfnxA9k5vYgwJDCgGtnkgmU/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I could not get enough of her, she is so snuggley I loved it. I think Quinn got an overdose in treats while we were there. Kasey and I would bribe her with treats, she ended up really liking us. Her mom not so much, Sorry Deb.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ylZcPnDQojW9_F44KVlP1pca7-sLJpzytdzGQNzvU77GbTbrwmMTwUadtlcQEiAOlRxiA7yEJ-85E_rdtgt95Jy1Jj5fEqJ7Ab8Qyd-pqsrJJ7OJqpUUozAmsO5ltZrTb1a8mgWobE4/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ylZcPnDQojW9_F44KVlP1pca7-sLJpzytdzGQNzvU77GbTbrwmMTwUadtlcQEiAOlRxiA7yEJ-85E_rdtgt95Jy1Jj5fEqJ7Ab8Qyd-pqsrJJ7OJqpUUozAmsO5ltZrTb1a8mgWobE4/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbWnmQxbQ_rZu8NBChOTkZTdhQCfQfz9G1DpI-ptET6EDfosd_1N-fIlWyKKrrp445SdQHfc7jlixInGz7_KF0jKDWbHRSPTnni6MhgCNzgfNTSkHU7A7cmgQx2OSXy3HwhomMb_cpsw/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbWnmQxbQ_rZu8NBChOTkZTdhQCfQfz9G1DpI-ptET6EDfosd_1N-fIlWyKKrrp445SdQHfc7jlixInGz7_KF0jKDWbHRSPTnni6MhgCNzgfNTSkHU7A7cmgQx2OSXy3HwhomMb_cpsw/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> While Kasey was at the Jazz game with his brother, some how miss Remie (the little girl in the gray). Got us to all dress up in her moms old prom and wedding dresses. We even had to be announced before we could walk out. How she gets us to do these things I don't know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXoSfIsAweYofD3LdhCym5s1iMGSHoXTcJckICZYf3Q0qwfYlL4XMX4puSuWsppdLmV939Tlq30VwfWKAZkTkqTHjoxesnhXoVvhyIXhl8QKZaoHYh5CuFlXviaHqaaksrxMIo4MOzqU/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXoSfIsAweYofD3LdhCym5s1iMGSHoXTcJckICZYf3Q0qwfYlL4XMX4puSuWsppdLmV939Tlq30VwfWKAZkTkqTHjoxesnhXoVvhyIXhl8QKZaoHYh5CuFlXviaHqaaksrxMIo4MOzqU/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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He was so cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPaBd9AR6o_ElajeMfLvs189c-Bx65lGpb25Qvr0mPrQ2vmnWoRZnbBWEyAbebDXsa27ce0w7zm8shGLe48-vNwdeZrKlIBzTfVS04eg54wSh1lAp7NVR9nET-0k3k_mnelaqVK-bzAY/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPaBd9AR6o_ElajeMfLvs189c-Bx65lGpb25Qvr0mPrQ2vmnWoRZnbBWEyAbebDXsa27ce0w7zm8shGLe48-vNwdeZrKlIBzTfVS04eg54wSh1lAp7NVR9nET-0k3k_mnelaqVK-bzAY/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Out of the 8 kids, here are the 3 that made it to midnight to bang on pots and pans. Little 2 year old Aniston could have out lasted all of us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDGg9pqz2cCWWs2iggsa43NKu4wm2_Jr0uCXKnQr2YCsSSAtLV5js8ND7XTmu2IM4JC7ZKpCQSiOALdsQlcC8rJ-Ru4sqNLzjfU1VaGc4-R41-z8wPoXTspyPQm9wWfoCDLw2SRIWDPE/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDGg9pqz2cCWWs2iggsa43NKu4wm2_Jr0uCXKnQr2YCsSSAtLV5js8ND7XTmu2IM4JC7ZKpCQSiOALdsQlcC8rJ-Ru4sqNLzjfU1VaGc4-R41-z8wPoXTspyPQm9wWfoCDLw2SRIWDPE/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a lot of fun when we went home, I will miss everyone so much. Cant wait until I can see them again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-30261700185290145752011-12-15T10:15:00.000-06:002011-12-15T10:15:59.690-06:00The Thursday of All Thursdays<div align="center">It is finally here, the day that I have been waiting for since my last visit home. But not only am I going home today. I have a list of awesome things happening today. Of course #1 is Kasey and I are packing our bags and heading home for 3 weeks. #2 I will get my husband back! Finals are over. #3 Today is my last day at work! I will be starting a new job when we return in January. I finally got a full time position so hopefully this will help when Kasey is traveling so much in the spring. My new job is to be a nanny for a super sweet little baby names Calvin. I hope that this will be a good change and that I will find something I like to do. There is a lot that is still up in the air. I am super nervous about the fact that they only need me until may. So I will need to go back on the hunt for a job for the summer and fall. Luckily as of right now our plans are to move back to Utah next December so we can save some money and Kasey will get ready to take the mcat there. Kasey is also trying to have me go home for next summer. At first I thought that was a great idea, but I don't think I could leave Kasey for that long. For one thing our apartment would be trashed :) just kidding I would miss him too much that is the real reason. I hope everyone has safe traveling and has a happy holiday! To all you in Iowa see you later suckers! (you need to know my sweet little cousin Chloe to understand the sucker part)</div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-37673236269738345792011-12-12T12:01:00.000-06:002011-12-12T12:01:34.431-06:00Impatiently Waiting<div align="center">3 more days to go and it feels like time is dragging! Kasey has been so extremely busy with finals coming up and I have had plenty of time on my hands. I cant wait to go home. Kasey is really excited as well, he told me the other day he is excited to go home so other people can entertain me for a while . Poor guy I have been nuts. I just get so lonely out here. I only work part time (for now) and don't really have anyone to talk to during the days. I have had multiple days where I don't think I have talked to anyone until my sweet mom calls me (my mom is awesome she makes sure to call me every night, she knows her daughter all to well). I will admit I have been a basket case the last few weeks, I think it is because I am just so antsy to go home. I cried the other night when my exhausted husband just wanted to sit down and watch football after a long day and keep ignoring me when I would try to ask him questions. I know I am losing it. I just have to remember all the things I am thankful for and how blessed I truly am. I cant wait to see my family and I hope I can hold it together long enough to get home for both Kasey and my sake. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have been really thinking about what I should put on my blog and what I should not. I don't want to seem like I am not thankful for anything or a whiner. But I decided I started this blog as a journal type thing and only putting the good things is not real. So I promise I am so grateful for everything especially my hard working sweet husband and family. I sometimes think it is good to look back at the things we have struggled with and grow from them.So some times a girl just needs to vent. </div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-48714027825961986162011-12-03T12:36:00.000-06:002011-12-03T12:36:40.591-06:00Welcome To The Hood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ebGWSgWkFI_23hdYZds1-cujzw0comaQ3vWz558AXP9tPGyKlNNKpbD_rB35uhg1TyqNOhW1JOmzVCM2tHbOK2SI3jt0GaRuqAMR-zwS9bkSk8BwBQSvvQpHrDVBQPkr5IakYysMRbk/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ebGWSgWkFI_23hdYZds1-cujzw0comaQ3vWz558AXP9tPGyKlNNKpbD_rB35uhg1TyqNOhW1JOmzVCM2tHbOK2SI3jt0GaRuqAMR-zwS9bkSk8BwBQSvvQpHrDVBQPkr5IakYysMRbk/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">There are a few things you need to know on how to get along in the hood. Kasey and I are finally up to speed and though we dont always follow these rules, they are kinda hard to ingnore. #1) is that if you have all four hub caps ( or even just one in this case) you are in the wrong neck of the woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzquT0l99CRTAyVN8lXnU5UwftDhZgx3T4jFC2XZoQIVFNpO_bBOnlqm6cTB2ZlZgB5T_nok_0tSvvd7EEBdDe-ymkYcC5sZav6vRgoiLkB9L55ftslsK42yp8GUCLMV8BqU2R6mEfsEU/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzquT0l99CRTAyVN8lXnU5UwftDhZgx3T4jFC2XZoQIVFNpO_bBOnlqm6cTB2ZlZgB5T_nok_0tSvvd7EEBdDe-ymkYcC5sZav6vRgoiLkB9L55ftslsK42yp8GUCLMV8BqU2R6mEfsEU/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> #2) if your car looks like it will start you will stick out like a sore thumb. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBWf9Rv0VDEFRlHrKZV9wrO98xiYQ5gg6xvsCyLqJaGRDQXOA-aam0A0JxvWjHFGbtaCl7o0B4LjgIdCp7CQ2tkMjm_mzm8UvjsPA6ucepUb9AM_qgAzQLDviJdKvHRRJ8mN-MfMbvN8/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBWf9Rv0VDEFRlHrKZV9wrO98xiYQ5gg6xvsCyLqJaGRDQXOA-aam0A0JxvWjHFGbtaCl7o0B4LjgIdCp7CQ2tkMjm_mzm8UvjsPA6ucepUb9AM_qgAzQLDviJdKvHRRJ8mN-MfMbvN8/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> #3) The career choice here is to be a taxi driver. if you have a van, can affored window stickers, and a sign on top to let people know your a taxi you are good to go. It does not even matter if you hardley ever move your parked Taxi. what matters is you have the option. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HmPVfF79Wq1a6QyDsErlj4u0_gyixCNiw5yhm2R5f6-FKrlUQ8JTjbcWY5s_FpwoSw2OUGH9iFrpeW_Cm-8oLNKnlmQzKCOo0itAo9oKmrSgxgWhy7kz80A5A2-yz5XGnvOwMSKDcEg/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HmPVfF79Wq1a6QyDsErlj4u0_gyixCNiw5yhm2R5f6-FKrlUQ8JTjbcWY5s_FpwoSw2OUGH9iFrpeW_Cm-8oLNKnlmQzKCOo0itAo9oKmrSgxgWhy7kz80A5A2-yz5XGnvOwMSKDcEg/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> #4) You know those things the rest of civilization call garbage cans. Well make sure you ignore them. The world is yours to trash. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX61tVHj8HVfjEn5ieSsgGMZqcZ-iRKdM4GaLJGMTjp8U5bNn1ZsZTOL1JLWtiskhb1JsXITxQRa7mVgJduK59in6QWZKZ9BNspftV2MC5rim6oNx6vptMyMYogIjgx4L7wfQYXwBavCQ/s1600/IMG_0355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX61tVHj8HVfjEn5ieSsgGMZqcZ-iRKdM4GaLJGMTjp8U5bNn1ZsZTOL1JLWtiskhb1JsXITxQRa7mVgJduK59in6QWZKZ9BNspftV2MC5rim6oNx6vptMyMYogIjgx4L7wfQYXwBavCQ/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> #5) Make sure whenever you pull in that your music is bumbin as loud as your little car can handle maybe even more if you can manage. Because everyone wants to hear your crap music. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gW_cFG8H4SGN69DcmkNW88bdfXEhym6PIfNpjp7VINKTgwQKqas0Oja9Dtg88GnI3zktYVEHRzv4AdZWVFs1o0-w-uCYMZKJlqDyRReeF5EdGBRydlaWI6tq6-6m6JIPCT_DKLuMR2E/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gW_cFG8H4SGN69DcmkNW88bdfXEhym6PIfNpjp7VINKTgwQKqas0Oja9Dtg88GnI3zktYVEHRzv4AdZWVFs1o0-w-uCYMZKJlqDyRReeF5EdGBRydlaWI6tq6-6m6JIPCT_DKLuMR2E/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">#6) Last but not least is that if you do not share the load in giving the neighborhood cockroaches some where to live. As a neightbor it is your job to make sure your apartment is gross and stinkey enough that no matter what they will find there way into your neigbors home. I keep in mind that someday when Kasey finally graduates that I will look back on this and laugh. Because some of this is not funny at the moment! </div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-83716847065823298912011-11-20T17:51:00.000-06:002011-11-20T17:51:00.822-06:00Skip The Turkey, We Want The Deals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW1ytV9d1IPHeVxAmdBESIkfQj-1sUQQhyphenhyphen1BL6xRSaVN_Qn2j1cJGJzFXyKom7Oi6YrRo2AlMBrtSjRPDX5muGAb3DRCFAlgt6NPiHvbcCDloyquoe9BYeIz4lObEAnG9uB4tcvcmvPE/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW1ytV9d1IPHeVxAmdBESIkfQj-1sUQQhyphenhyphen1BL6xRSaVN_Qn2j1cJGJzFXyKom7Oi6YrRo2AlMBrtSjRPDX5muGAb3DRCFAlgt6NPiHvbcCDloyquoe9BYeIz4lObEAnG9uB4tcvcmvPE/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">The past week I have caught Kasey looking online at black Friday deals on more than one occasion. He loves it, last year we went on accident. I had a bad headache so we made a late night walmart run to get some medicine. I thought this was going to be a quick run to the store. I was ready for bed in my pajamas no makeup on and slippers to finish off my awesome look. I don't know if it was just Kasey's competitive nature or what but we ended up shopping until 3 in the morning. It did not matter what the object was, if there was a big group going after it Kasey got right in the middle of it. Then after he got it probably from someone that really needed it he would continue to call his mom and asked if anyone wanted it. There was multiple times he would do this and then when he found out no one in our family needed it he would just put it back. You should have seen the looks he got from people. It was so funny! This year I will be ready ( I lost Kasey multiple times because I was walking too slow). So this year I am dragging Breeann with me. were going to wear our running shoes, and we are going to <span style="background-color: white;">be the ultimate shoppers Kasey will be proud of me this year! So if anyone needs a little help getting your shopping done this year Kasey is your man. Have a Happy Thanksgiving. And yes by <span style="font-family: inherit;">the</span> way that is a Christmas tree in the corner of the picture. ( I could not wait to put it up)</span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-3796334383982288972011-11-10T20:21:00.002-06:002011-11-18T11:39:28.554-06:00Little Miss Quinn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GttD1YFkwjYm5KgDIs-ZfTaMwe1nQpccVS8EzaRgu0VJu2oab5TTlQBCtPJlEGeS6T43hqQwSl817h4gHvvoWIsWT62wstaRaHEEbyt88_Hi9cw-L1MMcEd2ghYqAAA3Ncj4NLa8kZU/s1600/293322_10150384308029240_660424239_8415590_1398446997_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-GttD1YFkwjYm5KgDIs-ZfTaMwe1nQpccVS8EzaRgu0VJu2oab5TTlQBCtPJlEGeS6T43hqQwSl817h4gHvvoWIsWT62wstaRaHEEbyt88_Hi9cw-L1MMcEd2ghYqAAA3Ncj4NLa8kZU/s320/293322_10150384308029240_660424239_8415590_1398446997_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiM2-X4Blt6HwcRiswo46x7oTfxdnYkBNsDL_noakLon1rdLB8ycFRFPMFjazoB-b3QdqulGROJvgYreVsJ32TEYwWt-XFp6FdFLGKa26INsh5tIPUk-UR9o8EMo0CGHtAnCprh2vBffI/s1600/386470_10150384306724240_660424239_8415561_1156550261_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiM2-X4Blt6HwcRiswo46x7oTfxdnYkBNsDL_noakLon1rdLB8ycFRFPMFjazoB-b3QdqulGROJvgYreVsJ32TEYwWt-XFp6FdFLGKa26INsh5tIPUk-UR9o8EMo0CGHtAnCprh2vBffI/s320/386470_10150384306724240_660424239_8415561_1156550261_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Little Quinnie has stolen our hearts. I cant believe she is going to be one this Saturday! Last week Quinn had her one year old pictures taken, these are just two of the ones I love (thank you mom for sending them). I hate that I dont get to come home for all my sweet little nieces and nephews birthdays, I hope they know I love them lots. I miss them all and cant wait to see them at Christmas!!</span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-80824877767634607562011-11-09T17:50:00.002-06:002011-11-18T11:40:27.562-06:00There is a First Time For Everything<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ie7cth7O5buoBRF6in1tFzFM5C9sS6TdTpQ0ZR5i6FQe3HC5BqCu7puCzOHGITrQxT-irehsT5tVoap9m-cfagzgg_upoCA-MlEGhdHbY57WjQU9VUdpuex6yc3UakEkiuxzItzq_is/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ie7cth7O5buoBRF6in1tFzFM5C9sS6TdTpQ0ZR5i6FQe3HC5BqCu7puCzOHGITrQxT-irehsT5tVoap9m-cfagzgg_upoCA-MlEGhdHbY57WjQU9VUdpuex6yc3UakEkiuxzItzq_is/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> I know, I know it is November but I found the little pumpkin I bought in October. We just never got around to carving it. So when I found out that Kasey had never carved a pumpkin he had no choice in the matter, we were going to carve a pumpkin!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCsX88N4dWse3IpcZG3ieghD96vhgSa-o3B3FfsDzzzE2MbbuBVeBiL3kc8ihnQoWS45eZhra658veaENIhmGsERebf0LuT_ze8ULnuf2vMSm1Nshg0XNEQE8jk8dV_KmnMWLASae3Ns/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCsX88N4dWse3IpcZG3ieghD96vhgSa-o3B3FfsDzzzE2MbbuBVeBiL3kc8ihnQoWS45eZhra658veaENIhmGsERebf0LuT_ze8ULnuf2vMSm1Nshg0XNEQE8jk8dV_KmnMWLASae3Ns/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Kasey said that because of year round baseball (which he has been doing since he was 10 ) he never carved a pumpkin, he had been around when other people carved them but at that time he did not have me to make him experience it.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NqXgIDG-DwW9eWGNaNlK35OmY3AdRzZ2gRGMi01e2MjBSa9sRekYf7gwgy8Fi917IhE9hNZwjRu2eE67xrHG2bqjkEkOdGKQdCxKZZ7HNpROPI6u6ROYuQwysYdPFOBOxzHv7zOKQOw/s1600/111109-173013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NqXgIDG-DwW9eWGNaNlK35OmY3AdRzZ2gRGMi01e2MjBSa9sRekYf7gwgy8Fi917IhE9hNZwjRu2eE67xrHG2bqjkEkOdGKQdCxKZZ7HNpROPI6u6ROYuQwysYdPFOBOxzHv7zOKQOw/s320/111109-173013.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">I think he ended up having more fun than he was letting on, its not the coolest pumpkin ever but hey it is pretty good for someone who has the carving skills of a ten year old. </span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-72343297235116939662011-11-02T15:56:00.001-05:002011-11-18T11:40:48.929-06:00Halloween<div align="center"><span style="color: black;">I love everything Holiday, I guess I get that from my mom she always made holidays so fun. But holidays are always the hardest for me out here in Iowa. It did not help that this Halloween was kind of a bummer. So I was a little emotional when Kasey told me he had to go to a test review that night. I was already sad I could not see my cute little nieces and nephews, so when he told me I had to sit home alone I almost lost it. I say almost because I could tell Kasey felt bad about it. I went and dropped Kasey off at the university and then I decided I would go to the gym so I was not just sitting home feeling sorry for myself. I was very happy when Kasey called me to come pick him up on my way home. So at least I did not have to be home alone for too long. Kasey called and ordered our favorite pizza from the Wig and Pen, and we went home. I was hoping that by some small chance someone would come trick or treating, and Kasey was hoping to get some serious studying done. No trick or treaters ended up coming, not that I blame them. I was lucky enough to go to our ward Halloween party for a little bit. The little kids looked so cute. It was fun to see how excited all the little kids were in there costumes. also, thank you so much Kim and Kathy I loved the pictures you sent of everyone dressed up. It was the highlight of my Halloween. I hope everyone had a happy Halloween!</span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-49505066075650702112011-10-25T22:28:00.001-05:002011-11-18T11:41:18.835-06:00You Owe Me A Skirt!!<div align="center"><span style="color: #bf9000;"><span style="color: black;">The other night Kasey made me watch a scary movie, Paranormal Activity 2. Have you heard of it? Never watch it! I was so scared and I only probably watched about half of it. Well before we started watching it. I made Kasey promise that he would not scare me, after no crossies count and no matter what promises I added, that if he did scare me he had to buy me a new skirt. What better way to keep him from scaring me than threatening to spend his money, right!? Well buying me a new skirt was a price he was willing to pay. Last night about 2 nights after we watched the movie, I thought I was in the clear with him and his tricks (Yes I was still thinking about the dumb movie). I went to sleep at ten just like I do every night and Kasey stayed up watching the World Series. I was sound asleep and I felt my sheets pulling off of me, being half asleep I thought nothing of it and put them back on. A little bit later it happened again but this time I was wide awake (This happens in the first Paranormal Activity movie). I was still pretty out of it and was freaking out a little bit, but I must be that crazy person in the movies that you always think "you're an idiot don't look down there" I did and Kasey jumped up and I really honestly am surprised I did not pee my pants/punch him in the throat. I was so freaked out, so to make a long story short I get a new skirt. Maybe I will start watching more scary movies with him, in order to keep my wardrobe growing</span>. </span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-26471144445928723652011-10-22T16:37:00.002-05:002011-11-18T11:42:13.825-06:00Laundry Day Melt Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5fGBtNuo463iJVY6B-9YcIROrTbr3Ipoj_J-NEP0_4bJdG8tG6zH5d-E1W7KYNg_BQG725DOziSIstd5EYISvHs40JN_DWYodamevBv5JBiBfSDia2HFVrYeMloYUqmAmuJXJOLw2wg/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5fGBtNuo463iJVY6B-9YcIROrTbr3Ipoj_J-NEP0_4bJdG8tG6zH5d-E1W7KYNg_BQG725DOziSIstd5EYISvHs40JN_DWYodamevBv5JBiBfSDia2HFVrYeMloYUqmAmuJXJOLw2wg/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> I would have to say that right now my one true wish is to have a washer and dryer at home. Why? You may be asking yourself. Well because of today. I know I am just having a pity party for myself but I am not a fan of Laundromats.</span><span style="color: #bf9000;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkwXqv_33HrdsKurmqRh6Ro5Ywf8KugumgeiXHzGcOdqWDh5iUpK9w2OHybF6B8Ufo_MzF6I4r9hnERN_MV9SBQYQAAvlJEJgdnYPIoO8vGKNe9YlMMEZ1IXB5mKwwC4Ir3beEo0M6eo/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkwXqv_33HrdsKurmqRh6Ro5Ywf8KugumgeiXHzGcOdqWDh5iUpK9w2OHybF6B8Ufo_MzF6I4r9hnERN_MV9SBQYQAAvlJEJgdnYPIoO8vGKNe9YlMMEZ1IXB5mKwwC4Ir3beEo0M6eo/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> I made the mistake to go on a Saturday. The Laundromat was crazy busy and we had to wait in line for driers. As some of my closest family members know, I am just like my dad and get very agitated in crowds. It did not help that I had two weeks worth of laundry. I usually only do laundry every other week to try to save some money. Sometimes it does not feel worth it. As you can see from the picture we were ready to leave so after the second cycle of drying we were out of there, because we had so much clothes not everything completely dried. Kasey was quite the innovator when it came to finding places to hang things to dry. (Yes that is a fan, and yes it is drying the clothes). I told you Kasey was an innovator.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_QFW0JmRM_pSriHYV-j2tWh8j4ra2wwozKCPVYgLseSoCmAZNeWPqlv2CrFzsR7qG7udNgK0kgZ8pKxSKhUb8nX7K7bppfEBtQg5hBiXpk4TI-FTIyAxd1LJ5AMGO74Jm6RizPpWcvw/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_QFW0JmRM_pSriHYV-j2tWh8j4ra2wwozKCPVYgLseSoCmAZNeWPqlv2CrFzsR7qG7udNgK0kgZ8pKxSKhUb8nX7K7bppfEBtQg5hBiXpk4TI-FTIyAxd1LJ5AMGO74Jm6RizPpWcvw/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Kasey is giving a thumbs up after all of our clothes are folded and ready to be put away. I don't think he realizes that he will have to help put them away. Well at least I wont need to do this for another two weeks.</span> </div><div align="center"></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-60850163474481963982011-10-21T17:25:00.001-05:002011-11-18T11:42:54.626-06:00Beauty Sleep, and Catching Cockroaches<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4gz8QSmPYP6qtWjQXSx2ACQaof5wUwiWu3yj6cdQFzqOAjHDv9T7zkNopf6UZdB2Vp9dZqGJ0r_9TL0eGVrz91FNUP-oVE5cjD1I3tkn3qlaHTAGz0IATQxf9HN70cPmHR_XerER4ps/s1600/IMG_0324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4gz8QSmPYP6qtWjQXSx2ACQaof5wUwiWu3yj6cdQFzqOAjHDv9T7zkNopf6UZdB2Vp9dZqGJ0r_9TL0eGVrz91FNUP-oVE5cjD1I3tkn3qlaHTAGz0IATQxf9HN70cPmHR_XerER4ps/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: black;">Kasey and I decided we wanted to watch a movie together. We have not spend much quality time together because of my first enemy, school. About 2 minutes into the movie, he was out!</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhv2RSJ15xYlxkSbpwqxouVfSpg232UATPVrmxMp1jsZ7qOFApnqUxlZF698Fpb_ysd-DJAtkqhfBH0U3Lf-AqCGyMuHJmy-bQiMqOzi0Kw3AYbsKsUDjiMrnwrO31h1CCFkZ_pMfs9Fw/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhv2RSJ15xYlxkSbpwqxouVfSpg232UATPVrmxMp1jsZ7qOFApnqUxlZF698Fpb_ysd-DJAtkqhfBH0U3Lf-AqCGyMuHJmy-bQiMqOzi0Kw3AYbsKsUDjiMrnwrO31h1CCFkZ_pMfs9Fw/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: black;">Now to face my second enemy, Cockroaches. We have so many and I cant seem to get ride of them. I have been telling my mom about them but I decided I wanted to show her so she understood how picked on I am. So I decided to try and capture this nasty little things on film. So I set out bait or in other words a marshmallow and waited for them to come. And oh did they come! (yes I was a little bored today)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqpzfpQiZsiqRRmE2ZFUGGs-PhxHruNCnb4SdDt21zzOtlhGuXDq1jwOGdoweHEIXxxX42uuO_SjkNzYnVJjR3ziwe8E6mh7HvrLU8Q_y0Etu6DnGit8feDzVjUhOEWyNgxYDSNouNC0/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqpzfpQiZsiqRRmE2ZFUGGs-PhxHruNCnb4SdDt21zzOtlhGuXDq1jwOGdoweHEIXxxX42uuO_SjkNzYnVJjR3ziwe8E6mh7HvrLU8Q_y0Etu6DnGit8feDzVjUhOEWyNgxYDSNouNC0/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">Okay so only one managed to make it to the party. He was so fast I could not get a picture of him. But you can kinda see how big he is, and now you know I am not making this stuff up. If you have any ideas how to get ride of these things let me know because they are really freaking me out!</span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-24273847221032450242011-10-12T20:59:00.004-05:002011-11-18T11:43:46.298-06:00Dear Biology, you are ruining my husbands birthday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDfeQlMfaVur4FLwtAv5R4D4tioue277F7O8NAGb48k9W3YfNNWGpRHEbeSVDXDbEwqEx3wBgCuqwz8V4ASm9dtb3swZYAiw2kmVgu8bHc149rCREMrXfdk0wZeElBeFHTYaLdIzOjwE/s1600/IMG_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDfeQlMfaVur4FLwtAv5R4D4tioue277F7O8NAGb48k9W3YfNNWGpRHEbeSVDXDbEwqEx3wBgCuqwz8V4ASm9dtb3swZYAiw2kmVgu8bHc149rCREMrXfdk0wZeElBeFHTYaLdIzOjwE/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bf9000;"> </span><span style="color: black;">Kasey turns 24 today! Happy Birthday Kase I am so impressed everyday with how hard you work, with school, baseball, and a wife that probably does not make life to easy. So I really wanted to make his big day special. It was not as easy as I thought when a 22 page report is due the next day. As you can see with this picture Kasey did not have much time for birthday activities.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwTYlqutJwVUIk0kCXffHvrBVT-unfjXbI-7hcBfrQqwb0ZVh8uUo-PvIBMCww58ziWuQyTxZUrGJMqIHn3tNcFSJzBoZFkLZ4US-omFhqxlOSHk-Esx-GDOQzKyGnjQQXWCAelwRVwU/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwTYlqutJwVUIk0kCXffHvrBVT-unfjXbI-7hcBfrQqwb0ZVh8uUo-PvIBMCww58ziWuQyTxZUrGJMqIHn3tNcFSJzBoZFkLZ4US-omFhqxlOSHk-Esx-GDOQzKyGnjQQXWCAelwRVwU/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: black;">Kasey spent last night working on his paper and ended up staying up until 2:00 in the morning. So when I woke him up at 7:20 with breakfast in bed he was not as excited as I hoped. It was actually really funny, he kept looking at the alarm clock and then and his french toast. It took him a good 30 minutes to finish half his breakfast. He would take a bite and then lay down and close his eyes and chew. Poor kid he was trying to act interested but it was just to early and not enough sleep for him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> (I had to take a picture of the cup cakes I made for his birthday because Kasey was a little concerned it was ketchup.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWnw-e5HbLziU2RahWgtH6OYqGDMMYY7mYGHF56HfpdubXRZ5_yMBqXCWbwOH-15yvez4DsjZej0WqP-EdMTPenChZ0X1kTkVsJaokDNNt9PhaJQH1ODYlA_qTPJFc7TdsGQe6njmog8/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWnw-e5HbLziU2RahWgtH6OYqGDMMYY7mYGHF56HfpdubXRZ5_yMBqXCWbwOH-15yvez4DsjZej0WqP-EdMTPenChZ0X1kTkVsJaokDNNt9PhaJQH1ODYlA_qTPJFc7TdsGQe6njmog8/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"> Yes this is his birthday dinner. The University of Iowa once a semester pays for Kasey to buy some new clothes, for this semester it happened to be on his birthday. So Kasey got to go shopping and get new shoes shirts and jeans. So for dinner we just stopped at the food court and got something to eat. I hope he enjoyed himself a little. The whole time he was in a hurry to get back to his paper.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosNgQgajzsRiwxTQzmbDMKDzl8hfm1hvSKANM4-n9risckEMLnQwAh3eSnyRU7oAoLTr5mEOEgXhd-Qvmqo0YzZR_IXTQWYQTh5ytd37tX20Jza23LqcBMfVP7uYXzGGjjdTVOhtQfmE/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjosNgQgajzsRiwxTQzmbDMKDzl8hfm1hvSKANM4-n9risckEMLnQwAh3eSnyRU7oAoLTr5mEOEgXhd-Qvmqo0YzZR_IXTQWYQTh5ytd37tX20Jza23LqcBMfVP7uYXzGGjjdTVOhtQfmE/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">So in the end Kasey had a pretty stressful day with a wife who keep interrupting his study time, to make him celebrate his birthday. We had our cupcakes and I sang happy birthday and we watched Modern Family. I think it was a pretty memorial birthday, at least it was for me. </span></div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106819782418494235.post-17216807811329630752011-10-06T22:51:00.001-05:002011-11-18T11:44:17.695-06:00Birthday Chain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVZyoZDU65BSKOOI4QZX1jdDLs6HIZ0HVjPe4UH32-fKqxnDDusjuHLLjEOQ7y8ZDYKIe3ODUirAm4JmVLSh1DrtL3UBUUgM8tQIrieFbINEVIgqgnMr3B1tfwtX7zamFzwzEvoDeupg/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivVZyoZDU65BSKOOI4QZX1jdDLs6HIZ0HVjPe4UH32-fKqxnDDusjuHLLjEOQ7y8ZDYKIe3ODUirAm4JmVLSh1DrtL3UBUUgM8tQIrieFbINEVIgqgnMr3B1tfwtX7zamFzwzEvoDeupg/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: black;">On Thursdays I watch coach Brownlee's kids. He has two adorable kids, that I cant wait to hang out with once a week. Jackson is their oldest he is everything gentleman. He always opens my door says please and thank you. He is also so sweet to his little sister. Norah is the youngest she will tell you herself that she is a teenager in a little girls body. ( do you think her parents tell her that? ) I happen to believe it. We have a lot of fun on Thursdays or at least I do.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORfpNtu9DcP4Aj30M5gy-J9dWg4hV9hSAUoOvCDKAtgj9RIRRsF32WFVJzNnRgSx2J-lyNV5DonQefA-UslAL04EvEWqqKSgYTNZmITY0UpIPhMjM5ydh8Ls7PxM0YBqvzCHMxz5X8Rs/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORfpNtu9DcP4Aj30M5gy-J9dWg4hV9hSAUoOvCDKAtgj9RIRRsF32WFVJzNnRgSx2J-lyNV5DonQefA-UslAL04EvEWqqKSgYTNZmITY0UpIPhMjM5ydh8Ls7PxM0YBqvzCHMxz5X8Rs/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">This week Norah found out that Kasey's Birthday was coming up so she just knew that she had to do something for him. At first she wanted to give him ballet lessons but after talking about it we decided that maybe that was not the best idea. So we decided to settle on a Birthday countdown chain. She got really into decorating it and had to write the happy birthday part. Notice it is decorated in baseballs (because she just knows he loves baseball) and Halloween stamps (because its October) I think it turned out pretty cute and I am sure Kasey will have so much fun ripping a ring off everyday.</span> </div>JoEll Carlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12027431412584080553noreply@blogger.com0