tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47394131397105513392024-03-05T16:18:35.737-08:00Klinge TimeThe Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-26262566374553484972012-06-18T08:03:00.003-07:002012-06-18T08:03:38.007-07:00Summer Time!So I realize that I post about once a month these days, but I do at least post. Our life is pretty busy and I want to keep everyone up to date, but find it hard to update as often as I should. Looks like, for now, I'll just have to keep bombarding you with stories and photos a month at a time. I hope that's ok ;)<br />
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1. Kailyn was, of course, baptized! It was a beautiful service and she did wonderfully! We did, unfortunately have one hiccup. About 1 minute before she was to step into the pool with Pastor Don to profess her life to our amazing Savior, I realized that I didn't pack her any dry underwear! I had to pull her down the steps in super flash mode and strip the undies she had on! She looked at me like I was a huge nutjob and was freaking out! I told her I was really sorry, and that she had on a dress and robe and no one would ever know the difference. (Unless they read my blog!) Needless to say, no one was the wiser and she had dry undies after her baptism! It truly was a blessed day!</div>
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2. Here are the dance pics I couldn't post in the last one! AMAZING, if I do say so myself!</div>
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3. School got out, and Kailyn got the Super Reader Award for her classroom! She loves to read, just like her Mom, Mimi and Papa Steve! So proud!</div>
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4. Kailyn started Junior Tennis! This is her first year to be old enough to play and she's really starting to love it! I always loved Junior Tennis, so I'm really glad she is enjoying it!</div>
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5. Kailyn had Bible School and loved every minute of it! They performed some of their songs at the following Sunday's church service and told us lots of wonderful things they'd learned!</div>
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6. After a week full of practices and rehearsals, we had our annual Shapes Production! County Kickin', City Slickin'! It was awesome, as usual ;) Aubrey did her first solo, which had me crying like a little girl because she is so freaking grown up these days :( And Kailyn did a truly great job with all of her dances! She and Jada, I believe, won the non-existent "trick of the year" award by doing continual back walkovers while remaining connected to each other the entire time. It was super cool!</div>
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7. Kailyn got an early Xmas/Bday present from Joe, Me, Myer, Papa Ray, Mimi, Nana Penny and Aunt Jordan.....TICKETS TO THE JUSTIN BIEBER/CARLY RAE JEPSEN CONCERT AT THE SPRINT CENTER ON OCTOBER 26TH! She got to pick one friend to go with her (you'll never guess who ;) and Aunt Jordan and her friend Kate will be taking them! They are going to make the most wonderful memories, I can't wait to hear all about it!</div>
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8. We got through Kailyn's first 2 week session with her dad! However, she got home on Sunday, June 10th and left for Church Camp with the Nazarene Church (and her bff Adi) on Thursday, June 14th. They got home around 3:30pm on Saturday, June 16th, though, so it wasn't horrible!</div>
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9. I started <u>Fifty Shades of Grey</u> the week of the production and am now half way through book number three, <u>Fifty Shades Freed</u>. While I may blush profusely at times at the extremely descriptive scenes, I am 100% obsessed with the storyline and characters. I am so sad that my journey with Christian and Anastasia is almost over. Although, my friend, Laura, has a new series ready for me to start once I am done with this one!</div>
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10. Kailyn has also joined a book club that her friend, Allie, holds. She missed the first meeting due to church camp, but has started reading the book for their second meeting, <u>One Hundred Dresses</u>. She is very excited to be a part of a real book club! ;)</div>
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11. We just passed Father's Day, yesterday! We are so very thankful to have wonderful dad's in our lives, for sure!</div>
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12. I have not forgotten about my fantastic husband and ornery 2 year old, even with all of Kailyn's activities(she also starts a four week cheer summer class tonight). Joe is forever the dedicated worker/mower/wrestling coach. They have open gym every Wednesday and he is REALLY loving that, especially after taking a year off last year. We have a new head coach, whom I think is just what the doctor ordered! My sweet Myer is as spoiled as ever! He is also brushing up on his wrestling skills, and works his dad over every chance he gets!</div>
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Again, I'm sorry I am not a better blogger, but I do at least try to catch up ;) I figure it will probably be another month until I'm on here again, so please have a Happy and safe 4th of July!</div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-91900193410182428402012-05-09T14:01:00.003-07:002012-05-09T14:01:42.281-07:00One Month in One PostApril is such a busy month for us! Here's the rundown: <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
1. Erica had an awesome 30th Birthday party!</div>
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2. We had an amazing Easter, first with a Church Service where Kailyn decided she wanted to become a member of the First Christian Church and be baptized (more on this later), and then on to a great lunch and egg hunt with family!</div>
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3. Kailyn was a wicked stepsister in her school play!</div>
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4. I turned 31, Joe turned 29, my Mom turned (that's none of your business ;), and Mandi (bestie) turned 31, that fast, in that many days and in that order!</div>
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5. Myer decided he wanted to pack up and leave. Not sure what happened, but we talked him into staying!</div>
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6. Kailyn can now ride her bike on TWO wheels!</div>
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7. We took dance pics.....I can't wait to see them! (Sorry, no pic following this one)</div>
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8. We had our annual Easter at Dee Dee and Deb's, where the kids found some major loot in eggs! Myer also found a pair of Hulk Hands (boxing gloves) AND the Golden Egg (which had $20 in it)!</div>
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9. Yesterday was Truman's Day, so I had the day off and planted most of my flowers, which I LOVE, so that was very exciting for me! (Again, no picture, I suck)</div>
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10. This Sunday is not only Mother's Day or my Stepdad's 60th Birthday, it is also the date that my amazing, sweet, smart little baby girl will be baptized! We have been talking about it nonstop to make sure she is taking this step for all the right reasons and we even got a book to read with her, called <u>My Baptism Book</u>. Let me just tell you, this book is awesome! It explains The Bible, God, Jesus, The Holy Spirit, what Baptism is and anything else you could ever think of in terms that we can all understand. And when she had questions, I could answer them using the text. So, in other words, we are so proud and so blessed to have such a daughter who choses to live her life in the footsteps of our Lord and Savior! I pray the best for her everyday! (and, of course, Myer too)</div>
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Until next time.....</div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-54143532730491302692012-04-23T09:18:00.001-07:002012-04-23T09:18:42.427-07:00Those DaysEver have one of "those days"? You know, the ones that make you want to crawl back into bed and not have to talk to anyone for at least a week. Just take a vacation from reality? They happen to everyone, and I'm not ashamed to admit they happen to me.<br />
For example, my husband. There are times that I wish he would want to do things for me and our kids as much as he wants to do things for everyone else. I wish he would listen when I spoke and I wish when I asked him to do something or told him we had something to do together as a family, he wouldn't forget 10 seconds later. But even when I am more frustrated with him than I think I can handle, I wonder how I could ever live without this man. This man who was sent to me, by the Grace of God, to be my soulmate and to love me and let me love him for the rest of our lives.<br />
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Or my job. One those days when nothing seems to go right. I get caught up and then another tornado hits my desk, or I think I'm finally getting better at doing things the right way and a bomb drops to tell me, "no way, you suck!", and I wonder, "where did that come from?" or "why did it take so long for me to know that?" But even when I want to put my head down and cry because I want everyone to like me as much as I like them or I want to just go home because my best just isn't good enough, I wonder where I would be without this job. This job that I love, with co-workers that I care about. I mean, you can't find a better job than I have. It's silly, but I love numbers and I get to work in finance. It's my dream job. How, when you're a college drop out, do you get lucky like that? And how do you find co-workers that you can share personal stories with? To vent to and listen to their vents. To love the same tv shows and be completely entranced by the same books or movies. A job where I want to spend my weekdays until I can retire. A job that can't be topped.</div>
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Then there are my sweet babies. Those moments when "MOMMY" is a 4-letter word because I've heard it screamed at me for hours on end. I've stopped 5 fights because a 2 year old won't leave an 8 year old's Barbies alone or an 8 year old won't let a 2 year old watch Lion King on her IPod. Or I've had to beg an 8 year old to take a breath and stop talking for 10 seconds while a 2 year old screams at me that he's hungry, but I can't get supper cooked fast enough. And then I look at how beautiful they both are. This 8 year old who is amazing, determined, energetic (to say the least), super smart, kind, loving and forgiving. This 2 year old who is curious, dangerous, stubborn, intelligent, adorable, loving and forgiving. Who would I be without these 2 babies? No one. Because I was blessed to be able to carry 2 perfect children in my womb and safely deliver 2 perfectly healthy babies. And I may not do everything right everyday, but I thank God for these blessings who fill my heart and soul with love, patience and understanding.</div>
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I guess what I'm trying to say is that on my worst days, I thank God for all of the blessings He has given me. My family and friends, our health, a home, a job, my pets, my faith, my love and my happiness. And I know that with God, all things are possible. So I give my worries and my frustrations and my doubt to Him, so he can put His hand on my shoulder and say, "Everything is ok". I wish I had a way to say thank you, but I guess the only way is to follow His word and enjoy all He gives me. Every single minute.</div>
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Happy Monday, everyone.The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-56066136965657419602012-04-04T06:42:00.004-07:002012-04-04T06:49:05.131-07:00A Little LateOut of my besties, there is always one you can count on to be late. No matter what. No worries, most of the time, I'm getting there about the same time too! Anywho, she had her big 3-0 birthday yesterday! I'm so sorry for being a day late (story of my life), but yesterday was a bit hectic. So here's to my hard working, hair cutting, horse riding, AMAZING bestie, ERICA! Welcome to the 30's, my love!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727542054518481794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8s65M7uiF0ftWePKXEpZXaTmndYehCkNbVM13wCFCQlRVx4B9iEaI5ecLDklswrZie49P8wfu3UMDq7nl-MRM8dxzqBM6k7ZBR2ZY_1iOCpThdntAwJYA0948FvhZFqvd2bL50Cm2i0/s320/blog5.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727542050483709378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjut8RwAia2fi4sWjeZk6rVNCi_LyaTbhYL8c8cZmSZe-J-59dfW7zby60IegR61jj2Y8Olow1_SEPK0qgYbc-IptQHFvy3fg1ighXyRh_GvkTuDv-unmSUbg34HROWmvOrYcXP4uHURtg/s320/blog6.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727541533357129922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwa2xuveuY9jZoFPGr0b_ShJZV0yyUY6OpXhOtx5zryiG_Yfv6SGYuqLrH1HN8YzzpdhbSHEVLy_4LZHH73qONx69coso1gtiLFVqj2gigJozxswQoALXA9XASvyT2WZc16MWHqfwVTA/s320/blog2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727541528766032434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhal9BbPU7NSrAkYevwV1N1G_Rry5OxNN5iO-XgWDbxRNSLbtGGo6yuAxsdzbmSQfFuhslB6TKmOQMU2fbu26KDQzC9_Qw94Dr41s494luiLN1pxtqs3i3VyrkobzpMzFcswz7EPbF7D4A/s320/blog3.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727541525748647890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALxg1fw0uO54mz-5d328qNEP2tquPm9S5vNgIBj-wMvzTuYDVi18Uc2Q-8SmK-J7VaOGEH7osnWXM-x7a2-QHXcBkq_hoTn9Xgg1NypMPyF3JHFY0buryL0DvUEODom4uX6ptJ7-FfVU/s320/blog1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727541497969027938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGopwBGWHlo-nfPAeAQA9Mo3UYLV8ykV7v8Hh_WLbmBEHP2P_8VJd4n9QLsP4veMrDXfkGF-3WbEJZvktxHeC2HJe7otkkV3WfHyMnxq4jdQHgNjrAo2T3hqHrxUDkVrLkA2q5sq5Jl4/s320/blog4.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727541491521973474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tdlYKX8cwDkiam2VW-L-BxI3BgBZNbSkzWa4Jelpn9KakxFhaSAk_H3iTUC5sKB461-j4re7KVAFDzxjQfHYpJnbkE4jvYNdqJu130NdOaTcKz0mvMEFAa74LAfS-9tLUiMmON3IIak/s320/blog.jpg" />The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-78151078178748224712012-03-28T08:18:00.006-07:002012-03-28T08:41:50.254-07:00A Love StoryBoy meets Girl:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724972908273699522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Wqp2oaifRLb6l-O1aQEdhlT4_D_xkKe-IiuyFduYe8cyMFJp7hYRT20e3pwXgm6DwJW3SsU2GIyyC0-i492SXcvUqJhFCCvjWC2vq6MaX4etNmO2hnT2sqqKPv_kh0ZiMFMIDW2WxHk/s320/blog5.jpg" />Boy falls in love with Girl.....and Girl's beautiful daughter. And They fall in love with Him:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724972554863932018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdclbZDdcQpDfs4HDz5KaZtnRSzK7IihgQOxZpP5tlQ9kBPmADMta6cncc_vdiVMedevKd-cBnn447dDwWewLlO4Wb-ZYEVan7RHncVTtHIO5lfkzgA-3en1Fpb22CoAUejDJvQzYp-hU/s400/bolg.jpg" />Boy asks and Girl (and daughter) say YES: <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724969811326004962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzTZkwQ44okxa6R7MdgOkvANS4JNd6ToeUGVAVQmrNGWSjh64ptUAujbWhBkq-o5ya9_ElBqGm-tdVLQyD-Ryux1J1Bdut4AiBkeK8a__2XQzvd38BkRDTFUqdFips729pk39TNaL6b8/s320/blog3.jpg" />Boy and Girl say I DO<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724969810102210930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC29qqnXoemTAngKTeSJoJ1hHVo8iNzZuskWQFb4YnUW6_vFtW3yQ4mpw5MXF0UERsgnKhXCnR82gcg9kGqzxgsfMHJlb13cj5Jq2mTLVzgxB8nGmCr42IZacFDarxgBlxrKbhBQ2Fzao/s320/blog1.jpg" />3+1=4:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724969796397515026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8JLvcLn-cIerr1xsM9mfj4Pq2wwUIC8iLf6qBzCCSkyEs3BSNxkdcv_UNS9_XBwlxXshxyfxzY8yuy6Jovlt-FgZvTtnDrElk05a9_bHdBJeGn4r9c7EFZwH7DsijmMvediqnVy7uvU/s320/blog.jpg" />Boy, Girl, daughter and son are very happy:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724969790654722242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYLSICm9QU18sqtcaGPSlw5cRAk-tHyFamhdR7TVbDPomiNDlZUQ9H5z1L-kzWOcXozu89X8nU_pzUyhulqVm0sESqWpqGaFnxERd4ov_Skzn4C3NR7g-fuBJhWxfm_kvCbHk0Pu0FR0/s320/blog2.jpg" />Their FAMILY continues to grow stronger every day and they are VERY BLESSED!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724969788305510994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRSTRPMqTDseg4-N__1-d7ZJOTwka5aCS4vTRYSfxN-kQyJd9f7PLtJidyHNocRgjk_ctqKR_a6ZjKzGmaQVzKHCkrNB-DCVrEl4_qY3z3VdTVzHzvoBwgSKFgrcyLh8e4Q0ST4n8zTU/s320/blog4.jpg" />Happy Anniversary, hubby of mine! I love you more than words could ever say! I thank God EVERYDAY for giving you to me! <3</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-54165784533276175922012-03-23T07:16:00.007-07:002012-03-23T08:20:49.126-07:00New AdditionI'm a new aunt! Isn't that exciting? I've always wanted a teeny tiny niece to buy frilly pink things and headbands with big flowers for! Well.....SHE'S HERE! Introducing my new niece Kye:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723108235400172722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyRnnWmqNg53fE-scCOAS4-BA0n5r8Cwgfe05AMLxM8zU00YVPYWI67yL1uEHVEXqig7m9KpIEOqzujL5eYBPqbztRDIWXEIoWcrlKji9LPGxcdBLULkaPtwAVhq_5TxmQg4S_wMvTVU/s320/niece.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723108228518300130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnbG4anV7dFoKw0nbL2sK26s1e9Wr-IzVa7J3f47w9ImKzGf4fMf_rmfJQTL_KIz3QOnlEm9KtDBIRwBGnskOx3uWZRlFx9T3EoT1z7JjXGvK5NRJiopkm8NakZGT62WV90gueiU16vw/s320/kye.jpg" />She's a seven week old Blue Pit Bull. Baby Kye joins her cowardly brother, 2 year old, Diesel (also a Pit Bull) and her awesome brother, 12 year old, Nolan (full blooded and registered human). <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723112352434020930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zz8txmlZzWtG0h5udJryw7LogruKbn9fYjsi_7iEGTwqiFkDrfXQCdSbzM0Kc68ycUP3l_5fNoy-A3rK4qPwjZ_-LYOfnxscafvGHrxUHvruHkON7o5SANmTjMpDM_EOJIQIpFWlJ74/s320/diesel1.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723108233483012514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjAFRkLQaQ42tnly9xbuu_6J8Cv27nWPvrIJt1VatioOrO4GnrMl83pm7Fwmo8Yga1jhE11aTKWCfuS15KDS66RgwJFrnDxMBsnOTilWUBcec02Us8Lqy91olWYTPRE3gUOWouqqGzB8/s320/nephews.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723109101657439586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7Hjqe8Thw6iD0Ng40UG1W8n0_LD3MFEVsApHCb1AnfT_2Fs6vrSiaNUiSnNREaoBCee_sTZwwPtHHurloy4PVz4L9TM6oc6Y7H9zScpZpafIWiFgpEyjKaofyXdt7R_ms0LH4G6jceo/s320/nolan.jpg" />Their proud parents are my big brother Aaron and his amazing girlfriend, Mel! Congratulations on your new addition! I can't wait to buy baby girl something blingy!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723111783051291394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgODii9f0RVKU_2wOZY6IWOrtZdPHhqNXZmXGA1g41kVysogLOF_iQbFIzL3FDJQ_WBCrt2ygYLMPm1Y1lRVK2yKU7K81t4Q5SdDPw5YCafuu2JgJQsMCRiFZD_L1KouH7kVqlNDD-yxqI/s320/parents.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723108219767851362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBslnvOgqaxUJazt44urwHsCvxogsSBjL5WtpFKGoI5o1UVbGoIuMVNVo62qUb_FrbPJm5MRvvtS9KgbZzeasYA6TaqlZyLJPnlNAVEM_QEhQcSnK7o6P1Bd4M-aR5-BWgts2_96b0bs/s320/dogs.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-42401297181280802182012-03-15T07:17:00.006-07:002012-03-15T08:09:36.777-07:00NEW POST!Who's excited to see a new post on my blog? Come on, now, let's see a show of hands! Anyone? Anyone? Please? Well, I'm going to post anyway! <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>So in case you live under a rock, I'd just like to say MU ROCKS! Not only are their wrestlers Big 12 Conference Champs, so is their basketball team! WOO HOO! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720140221830537106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKa4tOMRyOerFDvelDtKN5rIYuu94lF65Intu9YzxT5TAlOXlC04gkxulFj8ysN38-x3XiZhxEjqIjIqdVeTUJlC45Bo1k8hybRK3AM2KMD2Lp-wo6gqrE4aH1MUiw9ZasEhLJwrwNi0/s320/images.jpg" />Now it's time for March Madness. I know absolutely NOTHING about college basketball, but we started a new tradition last year in our office to fill out brackets. My 2 coworkers know all about college basketball, which makes me the underdog/LOSER in the brackets, but it's fun to fill it out with all guesses anyway. This year I used a bit of a strategy combining rank with which mascot could kick the other mascot's ass. I'm pretty sure I'm going all the way!</div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Last Sunday was the Zumbathon fundraiser for the Annual MS Walk here in town. Kailyn and I had so much fun. Therefore, we Klinge's are now YMCA members! Joe and I have decided to go 3 days a week (since he already has washboard abs and I'm not a huge worker outer). I've got some classes I'd like to try and he mainly just wants to lift weights. I'm super excited! I know I've got abs in their somewhere, and damn it, I'm going to find them!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720140223615939746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5AyHvaLfBI293GNqubqOHXnNba3zZGTlCCYa5gnIArUQH6YMeO523wGe5KkuIcZJ1CTnwPgYvoSgODXOCOoALvm1cyP4jgsSEuCyfrqWInE2U9EYNkYpX4985T7tamMPcZEqCy_uPLU/s320/zumba.jpg" />The new Jodi Picoult book came out 2 weeks ago, <em>Lone Wolf</em>, and let me just tell you it was really great! It had so much interesting information about wolves (I know that sounds silly) mixed in with a beautiful story about a family torn apart and put back together. I LOVED IT! I can't say that I've ever read a Jodi Picoult book that I haven't loved, though, hence the reason she is my favorite author ;)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720140225181073442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4d7K8NM8dhyphenhyphenVkFVpkSwtF5kM9YQLrdxZ115bjc5Y95tGmbDgtpdChVEyrbP5i1DRH_2Hstx2nk1FIYH0G0UWwZzttCcMffmG_Akvsw3Xp82v0HEqrxE-ywNiZDjK4Diw2kyUhtmZoWw/s320/Lone-Wolf-243.jpg" />I'm totally drooling over Adam Levine...I mean, <em>The Voice</em>. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720140216335773314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmK6edJsUwC-w5_5rD_X6Z02aUmrPrxSvQMgEhbPz6gkJCkGdp3fCh8DomNysiZicqkQ_drK859f-EPGfnDATF06katPTyC9meFZqypCqFQUg9yatAqHV_RT7QM45jZGU3sR1KYvG7M4/s320/Adam%252BLevine%252BNBC%252BVoice%252BPress%252BJunket%252ByUI5N7ojpE2l.jpg" />I can't say that I've agreed with all the mentors' choices in the battle rounds, but overall, I've been satisfied. I am afraid, however, that Team Adam will not will this year. There's a lot of talent, thought, so we shall see. I'm also digging American Idol, of course! My faves are Phillip Phillips and Hollie Cavanagh, while I also like Jessica Sanchez, Skylar Laine and Colton Dixon. I am so happy that Jermaine Jones went home! He was such a crybaby and he was a one trick pony. Wow, he had a deep voice, big deal.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720138795407242114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkcnW4nglTLPNRowSS82yACLQj8pvY8wtgAdSTz6GYh-pVjI_3lX8-EsV9MpPM4FF3f2v6oGzl1LKabX6rAlW2y7npHN9NGeSRXhw6OhDFKXHTc4FZw7DKnz-stNlwBjNKlunbWGDN-E/s320/phillip_phillips.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720138808594272930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3u4sxTygU7zT2nkkgU6eYxrqt-8jocFqeij40W6D8B7GsnBp2ulEMBg0r7CvLVADPn4X0cib84XRThbIqz8urDV2HjcdIavaTFGsXZA79hGA092SL6d4aC83OL8BaFwyss83HOqEIXR8/s320/hollie_cavanagh.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720138797159925138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOCtdGoYO2rqmYPR5IObAlaaFMW1iVOEcxuA0Ub8ID-e-a8iApKv7zzA3UFGOxtswFjYcTLlpC7-gdFEesIC_MlNPfQSopjc3SCAmmGBquu9Ekcn6wAbWu7vcLVzNsdvOX9D5dJZR7eI/s320/jessica_sanchez.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720138790523118322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yrSqW8d2wwwPMEy9WLU8_RHRmPe-7obMQ8Q7ssOgNLc_C7QJC6DpvEwZAMYXoM2LVF8zFQnrIknf13cgNhybFDVEbzBzwhmefHKSRMVqErgEOH1QyeJMJCbjKzPz9pw6IPpx3SBQjP4/s320/skylar_laine.jpg" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720138813167265698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVDrTERn6T8_HJu20G7NuXtGLthyphenhyphengn3CaJah2uYGIS61QUTaBGql09H3yow1Lirn-L_CpfmOKprn1De0okeCIL18nRRaj2Mb4cF73w9DItpEV8vZp7gmSF54lsa-iPauRsqwuq2RdLY4/s320/colton_dixon.jpg" />My kiddies are doing so well! Kailyn had to have another tooth pulled at the dentist, but she was a super champ about it. Her braces wire was shoving it perpendicular to her other teeth, so her ortho just left the wire off last week and she got the tooth pulled the next morning. The tooth fairy brought her $5! The ones that have to be pulled at the dentist are "worth more" ;) We also had her parent/teacher conference last night which was, duh, fantastic! She is described by her teacher as amazing, smart, caring, and kind! He says he "loves her guts" and that he will miss her next year! Believe me, the feeling is mutual! We are so blessed and so proud!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720137836699254194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4s-pmxWbzANtW4IfF0nFN9CHdPgnetBO0URHlBbSbn9gVbEtdDNDoQEg3dFWCPAmq5ir2Pz4X4b2UpCQ9qvuB_l8HnXHjdifAeaTWNy6G0ELoLW1eyBLtHjYXcNMtX-ntPR8C2od7fo/s320/toothless.jpg" />Myer is well into his terrible two's. He doesn't want to do anything he's told, he doesn't eat vegetable for us (but he'll eat them for anyone else), he has NO INTEREST in potty training and he still has a pacifier at bed time. Just call us parents of the year. Boys are so much different than girls...SHEESH!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720137853786291042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooAymgXIRh2uR_APjktUAjNtpcx3C3L0imUWg410AmLnAVPOw9piUd7BqyDsg0fu8kFuqzwoXYxapEX-CBFWc5tx86lMxlUWbExDvjfy9XhSIqKE7mHMcmQ607IUydIprpB8gPdEvglM/s320/brat.jpg" />Other than LOVING this weather, that's all I've got! I have my first zumba class tomorrow at 5:30pm, so wish me luck!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720137857731869986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uLHxGMciSORAc426iMhdkmbUYSwNAW4ktaz1HD1oYtMcTJUGYOK02-KxVLnfOkIpT8riAn9dzNtRpFja2zDWYkQ9PtYuaOCPN3SXlRFPZODFI9fnGqH2mXMLl_21cTaUL5fSr0CQXEk/s320/happy20sun.gif" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720137849564891730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-epuFrTA5Hfc_v4nWAQ-n0QykSfVM81Gqw7Y3Br-sGPZCr7Sbmz9GZJKew_7WseXCS_SW9eFNhsBAsskFXUdnMK7_W4GK6MGJZ5Qe-EVV9Xp7H9uytmnKriJsJHCu2icx5oQ1yZuNi8/s320/zumba-_cris_0041.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-26784938647399214872012-02-13T13:28:00.000-08:002012-02-13T13:50:19.846-08:00Crack is WhackOk, so it's been a while since I've posted on here. Almost a month to be exact. You see, I've become obsessed with Pinterest, so there's barely any time to blog anymore. You understand, right?<br /><br /><div>So I thought I'd give my two cents on this past weekend's tragic event. Whitney Houston was found dead at 48. Speculations at this point are that she died from a cocktail of prescription drugs and alcohol. So to recap, within recent years, we've lost major stars of our time. Obviously the biggest ones have been Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, but let's not forget Heath Ledger, Amy Winehouse, Brittany Murphy and Ryan Dunn (I'm sure I'm still forgetting some). Well here's where I stand. I'm devastated. These people were supposed to be role models. When you live your life in the spotlight, you become a star. When you become a star, people look up to you. People of all ages, races, religions, etc. If you want to be famous, you must know that it comes with a price. And here's one for you, there are tons of stars who keep there lives private, because they make the effort. It obviously doesn't effect others, because they are in the spotlight and they do just fine. </div><br /><div>I look at these situations like this: There are millions of drug addicts and alcoholics and suicides around the world. The numbers are disgusting. And you ask any of these people how they got to these low points in their lives, and they will, 9 times out of 10, give you a story about how they had a terrible childhood or they were assaulted at a certain age or any other story. Yes, I feel compassion for these people, but do they honestly think they are the only ones on Earth who didn't have fairy tale upbringings? Other people have had trials and tribulations too, and do you know what? THEY OVERCAME THEM! They found God, they found a friend, they found themselves. They weren't defined by their past, they moved on and made their future better.</div><br /><div>So as much as I love Whitney Houston and am grateful to have grown up listening to her amazing voice and her beautiful music, I certainly hope her demons are gone now. I pray for her daughter and her family who must live with the knowledge of how she died and must find the strength, through God, to forgive her for leaving on her own terms.</div><br /><div>Therefore, Rest In Peace, Whitney Houston. You will truly be missed. You are and always will be a music legend. I Will Always Love You.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708740743914266114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4P3SFTCg3Co8KrNC9u83mzCKxZwc9efoCF_vi1OF-RBiKQJlJhMt97kvMvmxShwEIl4j0R3VrvcxW22aVVC323WKBdEva3QIvkpipzr7Thky5RRM4oZ8jabqygnkl19EsAOENaBvX_ew/s400/Whitney.jpg" /></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-45447522077606670972012-01-20T08:49:00.000-08:002012-01-20T09:00:00.518-08:00Terrible Two'sOn this day, two years ago, my second little miracle was born. I say little, even though he weighed almost 8.5 pounds! Happy Birthday to our amazing son, Joseph Myer Klinge! He has added tons of joy, frustration and love to our lives! We love you, buddy!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759466149003442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgop__AE0OyIZMgLgr9AepkbKPSTfGlooZE3-ciiIc44whqxMzt849NgaIC1OycgM-4pbnQ7d3QrfdNkv4rok59hAFK1Fsg_-r2kAHJ187JKT3drqxu8Rb9sCQb7p6TR_Dn-jeKa9x5CV4/s400/laugh.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759486596115090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMbvUmbPzZl-MhMvk2HRODo3d0J3HuTakQQfh8KtWkaYd6HDjDndVrRVxi2rZqDaUQeeUmBtd2Cdf4YnCOXDWLRqECrUHPMJJPWRCV76Z-oVEjHGP0lxt53RyLXYrMboSsCgMkVh9AmM/s400/wave.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759483633810370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqHgsRCgYHqH_DmMbKVSAhXDeq7RzLBVaJ9NOCHxUIemEEpOFPrWOH31mUYjGLxbGQRN1UM2_Hl9ihX7z4xBmZZ0vbZJ5SuGwW9m7qn7XqntklYX31trX6x0PFg62OglVRiFHr8EzBcQ/s400/surfing.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759469108820018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_177r90hjXDGboLGyeP-vit0KZEuvMtj6-41xd6usw_yUgNwc5zQSRZo-PIhAQFmHWPpPjWxGJi8j-D9-DXUcI42RNsNmLWfn3ROFcJQPW8m9QQFwP6IRZn6aCjoriOJwJUg7_n8zJdE/s400/cupcake.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699759464758307122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMBsmeNfeNq05PpaGYYfl9svLZI__EQsec5I3QsgAnTqnEFN9Zrvs69TEPz4kjJeQOImrCM81hpvR0NGvfBDmgYqqrzZDb9uH6QtK1NPrU_sig2mg_aE-ANZd_5uUvpzRcgczsyFnaoI/s400/bday+boy.jpg" />The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-38747662038858298262012-01-17T11:12:00.001-08:002012-01-17T12:03:49.197-08:00Second Time Around2 years ago this Thursday, January 19th, I was headed to the hospital at 10:00pm to be induced for childbirth. As we packed up the car and Joe, my mom, his mom and I were getting into the car, I had to tell Kailyn good night because she was going to spend the night with Papa Ray. Now, you have to realize that she has been my only child up until this trip to the hospital. She started to cry because we were not going to be the same when she saw me the next time, and it was heartbreaking. I could only tell her how much I loved her and that it would never change and that I couldn't wait to have someone pick her up from school the next day to bring her out and introduce her to her new baby brother. She seemed ok with that and went with Papa.....I cried the whole way to the hospital. <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>We got registered and got put into our labor and delivery room and by 10:30pm, the first nurse had already collapsed my vein trying to put in an I.V. and had to call in another nurse to get it in. Let me just tell you it pinched me the entire time it was in. (I actually scar very easily and have scars from both I.V.'s from delivering my babies. I also have a scar from donating blood my senior year in high school!) Anyway, once the I.V. was in, they checked me and I was at a 3.....ALL ON MY OWN, thank you very much and almost 100% effaced. This was great news considering I knew this was my last baby and I really wanted to do the whole thing with no drugs. All natural. The nurse inserted 1/4 of a cervadil pill into my cervix and said she would check me and my contractions in a couple of hours and insert another 1/4 if necessary. Well, it wasn't, my contractions were very close and I had advanced to a 4, so they just kept my monitor on and advised that I try to get as much sleep as I could. Right. Again, my contractions were very close, and they weren't little ones, so I watched t.v. all night long, when I wasn't peeing every ten minutes, while Joe slept soundly and my mom and Robin dozed off and on while tending to me when I got up. </div><br /><div>At 7:00am shift change, I was at a 6, but the baby wasn't down far enough for birthing. Our new nurse suggested I stand up or sit on a birthing ball and rock side to side. In the mean time, my dad came, luckily, because my contractions were hitting like rockets while I stood and rocked back and forth and my mom couldn't hold me up anymore. With my dad and Joe on each side, I rocked like a rock star, until I had a really hard contraction. I told Joe I thought I needed to go to the bathroom, so he took me in. As I was crying and peeing, he said, "You've got to get the epidural now." Unfortunately, I agreed. When we came out of the bathroom, I had my mom call the nurse. She called the anesthesiologist, said he was on his way, and kicked everyone out of the room except for Joe, but something didn't feel right. I asked her if she was going to check me, and she said, "No, do you feel like I should?" and I said, "Yes, please, something doesn't feel right." That's because I was at an 8. When the anesthesiologist came, I told him I didn't want the epidural because he couldn't guarantee me it would work with how fast I was advancing. Within minutes, I was screaming in pain. You know, like they do on all the birthing shows, and you think, they just do that for show. (I even told Joe that) I was in so much pain, I was gagging because I thought I was going to be sick. At 9:40ish am, while I had my mom in some sort of death lock begging her to take away the pain, I told the nurse I needed to push. She said, "No, you need to calm down and breathe." To which I responded, "NO, I NEED TO PUSH!" She checked me and said, "Oh my gosh, get the doctor in here now!" My mom had Joe take over so I wouldn't hurt her anymore and out of nowhere came a whole gang of people were in my room and before I knew it I was pushing with everything I had. </div><br /><div>Joseph Myer Klinge was born at 9:49am on Thursday, January 20, 2010. He weighed 8lbs 6oz, was 20 in long and had a 14.5 in head. When he was first born, the doctor said, "Whoa, he's a big one!" After Joe cut the cord, they handed me my sweet precious womb inhabitant who was screaming desperately in my face to go back to his comfort zone. They weighed and measured and cleaned Myer up and handed him back to me. Within five minutes of his birth, he was nursing like a champ! Apparently all the screaming was because I hadn't eaten in well over 12 hours and he was starving :) Finally, the crowd that had grown outside of my room was let in. My dad, Joe's mom and dad and my Gma came in to see our sweet little man! He was perfect from head to foot. I, however, was really dizzy and my blood pressure had dropped majorly. They brought me in some food and drink and I immediately started feeling better.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692881834896258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5ZIaqnqIqcAPJcy8fIqO42aW6jUStT_UPt7Sysy9hEP_nfE4vCmJ_cBPolSzXxWe8d1jbGzQFL9n3P3b3TdYQGwcQr4GLAFNVDQcSiWE7PODOEPx8PLC15KFe0fF5Cx78PECRGE7LlI/s400/baby+myer.jpg" /></div><br /><div>My mom and stepdad waited until Kailyn had finished her lunch at school and then brought my proud kindergartener out to meet her new baby brother! To say the least, she was in love, like the rest of us. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692878740884002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWl6fzDVEbBA2G0kP2ovg6zdF_cRXhm5bK_sJgXYk3-F6vSyJWL0IvVqB3AiPNO20d-avrh9WWx7cDQYv9UZPDzyNX0NdzpqszXXFpc7io5r1sPqkB_DjAUWaQPJJDPw-4wGf-wDU5omQ/s400/big+sister.jpg" /></div><br /><div>Now today, she doesn't always admit that same feeling. Like when he hits her, gets ahold of her iPod or screams at her for no reason. But she still loves him all the same. And as ornery as that handsome little boy is, we all still love him all the same. Whether he's laughing his most perfect laugh or screaming and throwing himself on the floor in a terrible tantrum, he's still our gift from God and we love him through and through!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692867641793138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIU9-dhIcx24lvTLay9R9TpiEljjQ-tOMCvY9xkOTBcaZ_WMbbuGW0xRy-xbBNfUyOHEOJ2Lbe2dAKPkxpl9_0ibwL8k6MKsLGuvMQOFLFxdciL1Sv7VlCX8rsHr-yNKVEi3Y2KH9N6j4/s400/upset.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698692869017059666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRdpNqQII00s2vDtFFBCEQ9BXG51hqLZgagDgzqG6c_LIw2W909V8ZxEis0gl-c0AmOAGELfT4pNzmnmZUIAp5a5D8MdmBDiBN4qlOTW4rCIfeHNeafURS35bku408n2XEujzTZPaxhk/s400/wrestler.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-7578474250935157132012-01-13T06:59:00.000-08:002012-01-13T07:12:00.161-08:00Friday the 13thSome people see this day as a frightening day of bad luck. NOT ME! Today is my sweet baby girl's 8th birthday! Happy Birthday, Kailyn! We love you TONS and thank God every single day for giving us a miracle like you to love!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697134286071894098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoypYMdbcGDW0r2E23Xm1VWnvglc3eBX5E24HgAVImwoyJIeoaOYsShyphenhyphenCeasqyu6MMZ_A6-Eeirjqoj5i3MQcES2xA9a_aStCbTEq5sWGnN1UT7-m0sc8TKy8Hkg1ytZNMFy6FPjJS44/s400/2nd+grade.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697134277943070562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNOyiqkoDsroWBHC8upK3yGmRqlSlDB6xA9AekbEMbRMtjUBr4lKO-r41GfjDdZi364NfE-mo1ItjbA-BnO2pVoXa4OGZbI73Q8XjE-X6Y6NJRIAwBVL_fIMWpf67kyhcGwuG2wjVpPg/s400/nerd.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697134267111569746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQnMc-qsCywhp05lNtHxaA1_lLeQIgLuG6CpP3DbAc5bFepFufmJ-MOBVe3XUHRdPv2js30XGndIGVMybgJZn55v4YH60CO5ldyBGfMfy2-sRpYUaol2ZW7dubsCRg9RcRCP-836jVns/s400/sun.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697134267315686418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7OnLspqo77jxZdAD79A6V80aklBFaq4BY3iMlJtjq_UsaR2qMdtNEdQLCXGkuYMJ6YPmR_2mfX6EjZdnEImq0hx6_fUQ0ED87X5j4II9Xlu2b_ikbnjiEgA7N2Ds3UnQd8Os53Aqqbs/s400/pumpkin.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697134263815979970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg8-eUVBb6w7UHtgwdp6IXfXy2_eNZ-qlE9KSnfvCTbSe_scfq__zQpzBmsw_D3ptlNEopxzpICa94hLza-lEj37cYOSDb9GQIqb16hQZz8V-5J2_ciZIrHVvwf04JiQSf6xxueZSIPg/s400/perfect.jpg" />The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-71447733609398899032012-01-10T07:27:00.000-08:002012-01-10T08:07:00.665-08:00Labor of Love8 years ago, yesterday, was the beginning of the rest of my life. After 2 other pre-term labor scares and being put on medicine to stop labor, it seemed my sweet baby girl was going to inhabit my womb for life. However on Friday, January 9th, 2004, while I was in the midst of one of my 90 hour work weeks at 1 of my 6 Subways in Kansas City, I had labor pains again. I called Jeff and my mom and said, "This is it!" I had called the doctors office and he said to go to the hospital to be admitted with my contractions being as close as they were.<br /><br /><div><br /><div>Once I got to the hospital, they hooked me up to all the machines and started an I.V. and checked me. I was, at best, at a .5 dialated and about 90% effaced. They said my contractions were strong and close, but it still wasn't my time. I needed to dialate more. They sent me home with a list of things to do to dialate or break my water or anything that would help get my baby OUT! Now, like I said, I had had 2 other scares, so this was the 3rd time my mom had driven up to Kansas City. On January 9th, she said she wasn't leaving until she had a granddaughter. </div><br /><div>The next morning, my mom and I went to the mall and several other stores, walking almost 8 solid hours. Besides being exhausted, there was no change. On Sunday, we got up and started all over, breaking for lunch to meet Jeff at Chili's. Of course, being 9 months pregnant I ate everything in sight, including a dessert called a chocolate volcano, and then we headed home. After a few minutes, I realized that I hadn't felt baby girl move all day, so we called the doctor's office. He said go straight to the hospital and be admitted. When they hooked me up to the machines, my contractions were every minute and a half, but baby girl wasn't responding well. They used some sort of buzzer thing to poke my belly, and she moved a little and her heart rate was steady, so they wanted to watch me overnight. On Monday, the doctor wanted to test some pitocin in my I.V. to see if the baby could handle it. She handled it fine, so they decided that starting at 6pm and midnight that night, they would give me a pill to thin my cervix and at 6am on Tuesday, they would start pitocin to induce labor. Well, let me tell you, that if that pill wasn't evil enough, pitocin was the devil himself. Finally around noon, the nurse checked me and said, you're close enough to a 4, I'm going to get you that epidural now. As soon as that heaven send was in, they cranked the pitocin as high as it would go and I went to sleep. No one told me that after they broke my water, they also screwed a little heart monitor into my baby's skull. At a little after 3, the nurse woke me up to check me and said it was time to push. I said, "No thanks, I think I'll sleep a little longer." No dice. They got me into position and we tried a practice push. The nurse said, "Oh gosh, don't do that again, let me get the doctor!" The doctor came in and had me push once, and then his cell phone rang. "Excuse me," he said. "It's my son from Harvard," as my daughter's head was almost out. After that I pushed maybe 2 more times and with the help of forceps, she was out. Jeff didn't get to cut the cord, because it had been wrapped around her neck twice, but she was alive and breathing and staring right into her mama's eyes. A perfect little baby girl with 10 fingers (with deathly long talons on them) and 10 toes, weighing in at 7 lbs, 19 inches long and a 13.5 inch head, born at 4:04pm on Tuesday, January 13, 2004. </div><br /><div>What an amazing day in my life. Kailyn Elaine Wise is a miracle straight from God's hands. I cherish her and every single thing about her every day! As her 8th birthday approaches, she is a dancing, flipping, cheering, singing, reading, dramatic, emotional, beautiful, intelligent young lady! I couldn't be more proud of the special girl that I get to call my daughter. I love my amazing girl more than words could ever explain! <3 <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696034717960425634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdRWDbTR6rmJsfSwGrOyyJxn4eLGUnFwpK1JH_hocgDDclqm2XpGwKfXKR2I_z96KV7gKeNWTOuE1UVXxPLWYAa_Jj6AhCpP3rvi1EFXvQdceMGfZm2zHMnLPQzJjYbQe0VjJl9jY4wc/s400/kailyn.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696034715193474866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNsSBjxGrOh6Z0Tl-zPIv3ZbvBuAjJbY2yASwZAcBl0Qxb42afn094kj4ibSPKT6x-l7Z-91ZyvLpsVhB646SN-L42X8ERw3NcjYK1wR5hRKYXpEyfPImOFP9Q2eU-F6Dm8JFKzCc_mo/s400/kailyn1.jpg" /></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-64666033735045815222011-12-21T07:13:00.000-08:002011-12-21T07:25:37.538-08:00HO, HO, HO!OK, final round:<br />"I really feel like I might be adopted. I look nothing like these people. FML"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeW-28AtlNN5wU2MrtXNh3mZPezZ-jcNo8b9qoZIa5UWpVoDQu79yENWRmgws5jiUzi4zIzu4aIyfVucNFUiJZDF1z0G7RA987d30PYZHVyH3xqLnmrHFzTGpK_RrSoREUCOugMOpqE0/s1600/weird_79.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688600877003371666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeW-28AtlNN5wU2MrtXNh3mZPezZ-jcNo8b9qoZIa5UWpVoDQu79yENWRmgws5jiUzi4zIzu4aIyfVucNFUiJZDF1z0G7RA987d30PYZHVyH3xqLnmrHFzTGpK_RrSoREUCOugMOpqE0/s400/weird_79.jpg" /></a>"This is my favorite Christmas card with my mom...I mean my dad...or maybe it is my mom...anywho" <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6FEwY1HiK1OfRz98G9pLkJQybK1why_EGblmbfjvrpcGbdwUsQtUgW42iJ2JnxWySCBwmWH7fa1Xpds7gZTQnDcE_-kO2p4KSZ-7gcWTXGeofaywhq0xANwKzrcMvqFVxhlb9P9TqYg/s1600/tumblr_llcsaoxYew1qdol8e.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688600868199066850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj6FEwY1HiK1OfRz98G9pLkJQybK1why_EGblmbfjvrpcGbdwUsQtUgW42iJ2JnxWySCBwmWH7fa1Xpds7gZTQnDcE_-kO2p4KSZ-7gcWTXGeofaywhq0xANwKzrcMvqFVxhlb9P9TqYg/s400/tumblr_llcsaoxYew1qdol8e.png" /></a>"I sure do love Mr. Snuggleworth, and we sure do wish you a Merry Christmas"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjStpOq8nIHnOcQ2CZzkjFiZfDLyyBzrfkwc8_FL8KA4Fwu9F9vlomXQQGU_xmeDRHdj5_y7GVkaamyUdPT0piR2i9LtdU3Aoq6FiQqzmC4ZeLKWtSetEgjX0OhSLrhjKiXPH-ChgY1w/s1600/seasons-greetings-card-cat-creepy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688600861775472418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjStpOq8nIHnOcQ2CZzkjFiZfDLyyBzrfkwc8_FL8KA4Fwu9F9vlomXQQGU_xmeDRHdj5_y7GVkaamyUdPT0piR2i9LtdU3Aoq6FiQqzmC4ZeLKWtSetEgjX0OhSLrhjKiXPH-ChgY1w/s400/seasons-greetings-card-cat-creepy.jpg" /></a>"We love Christmas so much that we decided to dress up like it was Halloween"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwyThuDAYNOe5rhvVvVDpADF_a-D0S1NguHdCcjXpA4aAl77Je2KMuKYkSmUY5Dn2T7T-qL9xeqLzQ3cgSY_kWDIbSZD8_9PqczqWkUny-COvkVygteoy_SaRjvIOHRGDF_nY1V-1I7U/s1600/hot_weird_funny_amazing_cool5_funny-christmas-cards5_200907261835383667.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688600857814342450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwyThuDAYNOe5rhvVvVDpADF_a-D0S1NguHdCcjXpA4aAl77Je2KMuKYkSmUY5Dn2T7T-qL9xeqLzQ3cgSY_kWDIbSZD8_9PqczqWkUny-COvkVygteoy_SaRjvIOHRGDF_nY1V-1I7U/s400/hot_weird_funny_amazing_cool5_funny-christmas-cards5_200907261835383667.jpg" /></a>"Dear Humans, Please save me, these people think I am the baby Jesus. Seriously, someone call animal protective custody"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9b38O94_XWvpuP3vO6yd8jbKTdK9vCN0tDZUXxqQtmRjvHR-f5EeAGXAx1TCCocgBFY2FxSSIOHPxhq3NeHwG8dhoU-I4o0FvdAXv2twuFgxiXUm5y2LwdHgL8Odpumy2nghnJzY5TlY/s1600/funny-christmas-cards-virgin-dog-birth-540x364.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688600856543363202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9b38O94_XWvpuP3vO6yd8jbKTdK9vCN0tDZUXxqQtmRjvHR-f5EeAGXAx1TCCocgBFY2FxSSIOHPxhq3NeHwG8dhoU-I4o0FvdAXv2twuFgxiXUm5y2LwdHgL8Odpumy2nghnJzY5TlY/s400/funny-christmas-cards-virgin-dog-birth-540x364.jpg" /></a> Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-68353799415835901752011-12-20T12:53:00.001-08:002011-12-20T13:03:48.936-08:00More Holiday CheerJust in case you didn't get enough the first time, here are a few more fabulous Christmas cards ;) <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, obviously "it's a girl" and that's the "baby daddy", but why is "Aunty Ya Ya" in the picture?</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688316860333809986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtY0UMIyZkXQdRRJJt2LJEEDOKfb_Er86U-VeiyOSw9zcpQI1XF1scyhLWbMDEvHj3m1vNZPHdgd_G-z8hD_NI8Xr2PvHxoY0BuD7CrCAEcPIx09GwoWBLJ1Bc65ZUPVhFCXCAmM0C0M/s400/article-2036904-0DDD28E300000578-281_306x599.jpg" /></div><br /><div>"I had a wedgie right when she was taking the picture! I didn't know that was the one we were going to use....." and is she clawing that baby in the ribs? Yikes.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688316862594823362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pFadufVp_dBTbjKuYpRfc4VbeizyhzSe_Dr_musEcOLlVfdZvnPMGJ6WSAkt7pVhkU0vVQbNsyU2ea5x2oPC_GkPFx94lflNg395dZMtla-TNw1Afa1i1TZlJ3u_7b-32ewFCzCPOZ8/s400/card7.jpg" /></div><br /><div>"My cats, Tucker and Olivander, and I took a lovely trip this summer and wanted to share it with you!"</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688316862311576386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsldtghV_DJSy5f1Unpx7zuavbzgd5pKlV7rGZUJyLFhclYHvCBwnIzGD36n95kIfHN0MW_kkQnmrT8En9b0Nrq66RnSuxZPTHfjt-Dzp-IO29L6ql2bkBrn9EEx65JrnOv6eXgyuWxCs/s400/Cheesy+Christmas+Card.jpg" /></div><br /><div>Just another politically correct "Holiday" card.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688316871193716786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMZ-nUFUAhhu8bBkU68EqOB5Z1B0INpSMXK8dGgpWaQhhBKYZzSmYdVGDdtsuz54FumtGxFJU3LtYCqOBrJjACvEl_b0t0M0ai3q0WQa1N1RKAv1WPODowpREcL1x6hXzDZ_u5oVivRk/s400/Christmas2010.jpg" />I've never gotten a sultry Christmas picture of my mailman.....I'm just saying.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688316880959031970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfr7qNWG0y8CAT0R7h1E7eEolDV3SJSbDTvpFZVT7mELYr761qiFSZ10rGDm28d-UF1701HAt8iD5G3bjI_8PLpJVEjpcZcb7iRrQRBmtlsqlOKF7zxufEwoO-7uLRfDrzOASmqdb6s4/s400/funny-christmas-cards-mailman-carlos-517x1024.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div><br />Happy Holidays :)The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-32164273782649248712011-12-15T09:45:00.000-08:002011-12-15T11:07:14.015-08:00Christmas Cards<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686414569367532242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-lnTj1lQemWehVZ7eQxxfh_WR0KFkEbsFCrbMzGjHH_Ib5Vm03wcmjqRJMiMVIwYmt2IcGc8XnNnD3RGJLE1gQeJkR_AifoTcKCn1M5DqR_ZdJ9b4j4qth17bWdnZQ3mA2Acu2SgTw4/s320/xmascards+004.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686414286840251426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmA9ZLCd1Etn6hh4Wx2INohfgQc-lSM2BU3HejdLKsJygk7ZNE3LKLlx9jR8S74kFoVV3euj9KvPh67FOrj0yIEuqCdEajJjEXGRqN8ijXBgp6NbtgPHpAMylY_XhdqsdNqYKRhpwEqg/s320/xmascards+003.jpg" />I LOVE to get Christmas cards in the mail! Especially the ones with pictures. That way I can see how much your babies have grown over the year or if you got a new dog or went on an awesome vacation, etc. I also love to send them out for the very same reason. I have discovered, however, that I am apparently on the very low side of creativity when it comes to wishing all my family and friends a Happy Holiday Season. I found a few examples of Christmas cards, that truly embrace the holiday spirit.</div><br /><div>"This is my younger brother, he got out of prison just in time for Christmas! We're all really excited!" </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686413823545098402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh146rdy0_l7-sB9Rr4oySU7g1w1D4PkvzsNcwpSI0BsbLvGcWGyC6RvgwKl08QcRvc53CoE7wVHtZtTw6S5dyzjzXxsetejyY33YXq1Vab7fpo1BrYx_sPtSFvqzEPfkmtTlBAwJLMT4o/s320/funny-christmas-cards-brothers-weird.jpg" /></div><br /><div>"Me and my besties ;)"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686414258177400562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNabA2wqG95IUjaQpa2MqWFmd-7kBrlaIJe44dB-9c3wMs4xdoPMg1nyS186tuJbDj2P7wYFPIw4t9DoCnSgPsRud2sAolIEVCvhSDikGjmffRkfhMcg5Hu2e2hJAI74U06Ei91IRSlG8/s320/tumblr_lvet00RoTo1r3pviso1_500.jpg" />"We used our DSi's to make funny faces and dyed our cat green this year"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686414250759102738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIUyGTstKyYvfh1ZJrmKj1z1VM0jmBRejeR9fm5mUr3mJn-jGtzj7z4LM58RVIITgR5eJduTtWlo_64G34wdlbqD0naUjDzciXJb17XevPaXgwqHsEZ-pOG_cwjTPlRUFHgE16s4bWz4/s320/merryeffin.jpg" />"For the gunlover in everyone"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686414237550551682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZBSmejTOP8CIBLpX_Tb8Z6cbkhVZqHQ9NgkpPGetAxWM7fTlxePoCrosiJexJSQ8nG9omVsUtSsc_osE5dK8UfQv_ezjljuxz7yNPNfnjmc1yM5e7DOXOSH4mXlWiYbkZHkrrIfMWUwI/s320/funny-christmas-cards-second-amendment-christmas.jpg" />"We just got a new puppy! The doctor's say we shouldn't have real babies"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686414233908732578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9gojI8BQs9OrXoHGfWwOZ0ZExkSYN44O0ddIFh8zeqY_Sp-4UTfRPBuYBPx9ZS3JRdMDJZUinIyYBr9F9cCfPs7TfCeK9dP0fKizjO5di_VkO2mXy5XLIHF4QgtN561cB38s6HgfI9Q/s320/funny-christmas-cards-dog-family-photo.jpg" />"We wanted to share our impending joy.....and nakedness"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686413781323602738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohJErDV0jaqwwGIn2aASx0vlHPkU4Z1d51sXWtAY-b3EIJitjLDJyIrBZ7cJ9AAuydCIPik5ngeza_4woey-PZAKS6rlyNpM_5L-s7Hr-cJEnHfG1beKVhyphenhyphenPkr5RZ4yhCLNp8PKDUh10/s320/awkward-pregnancy-merry-christmas.jpg" />"Hold on just a sec, I'm right in the middle of a game"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686413808410434274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6D8vNF0CZ-T0mkIXIRLhwJyIUKUQ48dWEIF-XhdA48Ex0nbYIhudns4C4Q3GUk3TtO3v4D-17buCmAuTWkbllASRc-UAoriOZnot3MnbLnQX9Qx2P0-2lzBk-tVoY3-xJxuITyheDngM/s320/CLEVER-CHRISTMAS-CARD.jpg" />"In case you didn't remember our names, we labeled ourselves.....and some dude in the background"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686413786774620018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5WOw0MrvNYGQb0K5qn0QT8libk9ORQnBCS6AVajPMU0yzcaLq5lHLEDcu6d8DxNCIjDuXKl9a_EvBXFkMjWPJlhkq8cpNCic51TmIF-nfdGlh2KKZsBWcb5eS62KFh_WLDRjETyepez8/s320/christmas-card-2010-h.jpg" />I really don't even know what to say about this one. It's just creepy. Poor kids.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686413774207517698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8UlQFXlyRdsD6x-MWWYx52VY35Hc2nx5OC4ERvBfve4F9Lzk8hgtEc-wmzGIWJEDh4eRMxFuqqRGGTtiZNBDvTzs-X86AKwzja7zhJs97nUqIWablIx2f99UMjcimKlENr_OSRdDjug/s320/christmas-card-nudity-3.jpg" /></div></div><br />Anywho, Merry Christmas!The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-59866020851926894302011-12-08T07:44:00.000-08:002011-12-08T08:16:06.382-08:00DisappointmentWho, you may wonder, am I disappointed in? None other than Albert Pujols. If you live under a rock, let me fill you in. Today, Albert is planning to sign with the Los Angeles Angels for a 10 year $250 million contract. <br /><div>Albert began playing in the majors with the St. Louis Cardinals in 2001 and has only played for the Cardinals in his career. He has definitely made his mark in major league baseball, please don't get me wrong. However, the more media attention he got over the years, the more greedy he got. Albert graduated from high school in Independence, Missouri and went to college in Kansas City. He's a Missouri boy. Or at least he was. </div><br /><div>This year, the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series. Was Albert Pujols the MVP of the series? Not even close, it was David Freese. Not that David Freese was the only great player on the team, because, outside of a few errors, the St. Louis Cardinals played their asses off. But, last I heard, Albert Pujols was the ever feared power hitter for the Cards. Funny, he must not have gotten the memo for the whole World Series event, because he was a pop flying machine all the way. </div><br /><div>Now, everyone is so worried about the St. Louis Cardinals never winning another game again because the "beloved" Albert Pujols has left, but not me. With a new manager coming in (I love you Tony LaRussa and you will be greatly missed), and now with Albert leaving, the Cards have something to prove. And do you know what I think? I think they are going to be out to prove a point. They are a team to be reckoned with, period. They still have an entire team filled with amazing players! So good luck and good riddens to you, Mr. Money Hungry Albert Pujols. You have definitely shown your true colors today, sir. You do not deserve to wear Cardinal Red.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683791898196062626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5W85Tm7wJe3zsUPbMriec-6cnKWLAmjmD3zUoFzHRvKsmt-E442ttMHgOEQXRZiYT0e5Ja_D5dYnapXmNCTl3aeKoRKK7dOYa2kagoNqglB2q5B2B8y9qbbfKeNQn5buwgSiW4PVwFIY/s400/17nlcs-3-articleLarge.jpg" /></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-16837552450417492532011-11-29T13:28:00.000-08:002011-11-29T13:38:32.509-08:00Jordan sucks.....I'd like to start this blog post out by saying Jordan sucks. I handed her her ass while bowling and then she was so overcome with jealousy that she didn't even tell me, her own sister who loves her whole heartedly, good bye when she went back to college after Thanksgiving Break.<br />Other than that, Breaking Dawn Part 1 is the best movie I've ever seen and I expect Breaking Dawn Part 2 to be even better. I wish Rob Kardashian or Ricki Lake would've won Dancing With the Stars. I am stoked that Pentatonix won The Sing Off. Jordan sucks. Thanksgiving was really good and I can't wait for Christmas. I am done Christmas shopping and also birthday shopping for my 2 January babies. I cried during the season finale of Sister Wives. I certainly hope there is a new Grey's Anatomy on this Thursday or I may cry again. Tonight they are doing Biggest Loser makeovers, so that will be exciting. Jordan sucks. I NEED a good book to read. The last few I've read have been kind of disappointing :( I hope my family doesn't get this 24 hour flu bug that is going around. I have Christmas' every weekend from now until Christmas :)<br />And I will end this post by saying, in the most loving way, because I love my sister with all my heart, that Jordan sucks.<br />Thank you.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680535300417117410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKV8d2FAHKK0G81yqSxKUyVy5HMPuIg3fzzDXekvaRuIW1HiwaiVwftohCGW-Pn0V-8MS2Qa7c-B6aPtjs2F5ih-awWFCO1fm-ZtAdKcLtpnxqAGgB8JOSy0uBiEG_ElKVQS3oOkhQOM4/s400/blog.jpg" />The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-52909294583941816522011-10-24T09:43:00.000-07:002011-10-24T09:51:55.548-07:00World SeriesDear Tony LaRussa,<br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've heard of "you win some you lose some", but not "you win ONE, you lose ONE". Now let's be serious here. It's obvious that your entire team is full of winners. One would say they're the best.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667101751027276338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_M3i0FZi6CdofJ92g841y1YQNfQk5W3eMQjEKjTsSTA8nLFmvfWxXR6ixdNUBcm_9KOtJan6PnPaYkgvk9r2e1Z6kp2ssHKZ-zQHP0lFsQbVOYU4LKDxuvKlTDZsET5rHF4yQyENCwaw/s320/stlroster.jpg" />However, maybe you could give them a slight pep talk before each game so that they show up playing their best as well. I am a major fan and am over the moon that you guys have the chance to win the World Series, but I'm afraid if your guys keep going back and forth, my blood pressure is going to sky rocket by the end of the week. I'm going to need you to use more of your bull pen strength and let Pujols, Holliday and Berkman know that they are called "power hitters" for a specific reason, to hit the ball into the stands. I sure hope my suggestions help, I know if you would follow them, we could win the next two straight games and call this World Series WON! Wouldn't that be fantastic?! So let's do this! I want to see this after the next two games, please!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667101751624669538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyCL-J-Vukq7v0Xa5h1DVYkdVF-BhYTI4pACSqjIFswXLeqvNd6dLRQRcg5Q762E8gXXrMtwElYLnTsUCXLnfjSAsPlgrjn8M8T4Is4ALqiUYGC1P3uiK55Otg4428_r2d-o8ajLSRMs/s320/cardinals-2011-world-series.jpg" /></div></div><br /><br /><p>With much respect, because I think you're the man,</p><br /><p>Aimee </p>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-85007612400574839642011-10-17T14:03:00.000-07:002011-10-17T14:29:03.426-07:00Wonders of the WorldI wonder about so many things all the time. Why is this this way? What is that that way? What for? It all results in much wasted time that I could be using to love up my babies and husband, or teach my babies about our amazing God. I've been reading some really amazing books with tons of inspirational scripture in them. I mean, like, broken down so I can understand what's actually being said! Believe me, it makes a big difference to me. I love being a Child of God and having a chance to step back and realize that the only thing that matters is right now. I want my children to have this revelation too!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>A lot has happened since I last blogged. First off, my teeny tiny 7 year old is turning into a toothless wonder. She has lost 2 teeth in the past 2 weeks, 1 on bottom and 1 on top, and both she pulled herself at school. Did you know school nurses are not allowed to pull teeth? I understand why, I just never knew that before my child became a tooth pulling freak. Within days of her pulling her second tooth (the one on top) were her school pictures! I can't wait to show her that one when she's in high school!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664574853989419826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7q43K-m7kMBgX1zjJ0JiNwUY1us1hmZ2mdaR9Z30wDm-VBu0wxC4xmdN33uPdgiaTWtNkg8S00KHZiOtU0RHcLUqpwtc0i4x1ez4aAkx6M19D8sC7MeELNul99qUHfW9xv3CErfQvkFc/s320/toothless.jpg" />Myer is the same. He has finally pushed through 1 bottom eye tooth, but is still struggling with the other 3. He sleeps through the night some and others he's up a bajillion times. He goes right back to sleep, but he wants a drink, or can't find his paci, etc, etc. Last night was one of those nights.....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664575323533402034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqCzA14PHdGXIU1zFi64KnouwMlHfsP9f4eIiYLYDnAlltYSzabJmeJRuG-L816uCfRNy26s8M2fvqDhcg-kjG1HGYTExHLl1iROLZ8qL0F2eFvGkEpmrTZ7NClBkcVr85Q0iCTkNuEP0/s400/myerface.jpg" />2 weeks ago today, a horrible thing happened in our Klinge Klan. Boomer, the beloved family yellow labrador was hit by a fellow farmers grain truck and passed away. It was very sudden and beyond devastating. Luckily, last Thursday, Boomer led Fred to a 10 1/2 week old yellow lab puppy in Carrollton whom is now named Bennett. No dog will ever replace Boomer, but Bennett will be a great edition to the family for sure!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664574848479660546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCVE1wkI21A2PB_wKdSnQCD158HdLsThjZkEtQRLF8BlBGHOw2ZKyE0L8sB_M_QBwb-6qGaHoQM9bSLP_4x0r9rjiTaagdrfpZgsZthvW1p-FMHYWEEPI2CQFyd5u14HBuh43MdvnO2c/s320/boomer.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664574844247332914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGGIie3RbBfbqnfAYgzhRHMA0zlzJ-huD7WavfZiTP7CyJtvQ0T7DtVMLRXIyZRC6oWhuTaq4Ax22XMR6a0M_cRFvcBEODKIdfYH1WO3K9zjUnsgjXXmTHjresHzwmjcmEXlz9NaXT0EA/s320/bennett2.jpg" />Here's a wonder for you.....THE CARDINAL'S ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES!!!!! Can you believe it? Who'd have thunk it? It's fantastic! Wednesday night, you can guarantee we'll be rooting for the Card's to start out strong and show those Texas Rangers who's boss!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664574850091386498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTtVNL3R73_cEiYVZ3TelHrPKNb9Fwv13ERlVOZdMj8uUINXRmG4YfNVlgm3Gc0E_mOz5RrEaAEXyw3S0inm_wLkgqBSyYB0ibUHNUMHfBS8VblL4Su8vrAPh1sQIiDmzykK3Dm1sBvA/s320/cards.jpg" />Don't worry, I'm still keeping up with all of my reality tv, along with Grey's Anatomy and loving them all! Tonight, however, I'll be skipping Dancing with the Stars to celebrate the birthday of one of my BESTIES! YAY! A GIRL'S DINNER! Perfection!</div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-34892698246762179622011-09-28T14:07:00.000-07:002011-09-28T14:21:26.444-07:00ShowoffHere is an actual picture of the race where Aaron got first. They actually had to go through this barn! And either there's a slight jump coming out of it, or he's just a showoff. I have yet to determine my opinion!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657523153915245282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj606UBM6IiXMZj3LTpU2VtvW8Ml5LHCOPbsubcqLx5q1yTsS3lQ77e2P_-ZMNWSJZ8mTRPZwek_nCPEPKgVDJ3JgJtasrZ5mygKqa3ixXXubSYFjd8oRzAPSBI-Slmw55jSW-fmZy6vV0/s320/aaronbarn.jpg" />Poor Elisabetta on Dancing with the Stars. She really did improve from last week, but I think she just didn't have a big enough fan base. I mean, honestly, you can say she's an Italian model until you're blue in the face, but the few people that actually did know who she was, knew because she dated George Clooney. I still think David Arquette should've gone, though, he's pretty not so good. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657523167342949618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxWzkrHMsW9d2nzpVHGELK-Qrm9ouIiiRPC6stSQL27Qketc0Ta2Km6QhjRPBYEr4RdzAjtKREsIiFsI-7NFhE7qMHMuGnRIl5FdjHD83Wu4gO-nvHNNy-sHTOXqtpCd5TuU6B8ZgGuU/s320/alg_elisabetta-canalis-dwts.jpg" />Of course Biggest Loser was on last night, and I guess I'm good with the choice to send Boston Johnny home, but I think Bonnie should, at least, be the next to go. Just my opinion, folks, take it or leave it for sure!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657523160914124146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5D4UiL6-khCzc3-8UQVgAcYRNKVnXlA78KG_Mo2mdEzsHGtC2zXOTVp9Ue9h9bX9ZpZga6ghsFfItpujjEkHRgkZH_8lgZhluuJ9TuM2iwZZtmLsbmNtu5ld9f2r8lzNTMRHdYxbe270/s320/johnny.jpg" />I finished my Joyce Meyer "Battlefield of the Mind" book yesterday. AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING. She helps to put you on the right path to being a true believer and live in the life of Christ. She uses awesome scriptures, and breaks them down for the feeble minded ones (myself) to truly understand and identify with. 17 thumbs up! I will definitely be reading more of her books in the VERY near future!!!!!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657523169578080946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgKVJ9hEHGqHeqX_YRV-yQwlwohl16Xg6pSoZ878fH9vlQqHX6V2LgjK9fg7KlHYZI4CpdX7Ed4azwk5aeoMCAbuhYRyxVFKvo2fcuQRM16rgGSkfcGb3-OsKV2mj8_pBrwtHLJ6Xz0M/s320/joyce+meyer.jpg" />That's all I've got, I really only blogged because I have a new awesome picture of my brother's last race, but being a chatty Kathy, I've always got something else to talk about!The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-58770409508237258262011-09-26T11:21:00.000-07:002011-09-26T11:50:13.020-07:00Number OneFor starters, I would just like to congratulate my awesome brother for a first place finish at his race this past weekend in Jenkins, Missouri. He was first in his heat and twenty-sixth overall, which is fantastic since there were like a hundred and forty-some riders! I have always been proud of Aaron, no matter what, but he is a really super talented rider and it just blows my pride right out of the water! (Notice: the picture below is from a different race, because this one was three and a half hours away, so no one went to watch.....and then he won the darn thing!)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656741941230988466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bl2CotRAu6Jg7KFiJ7F8E8rQszpj_H2Y5yNauA_sMM06AbKZlggBKMQa0LWBrScps4j-nYIZab4YOr7tOdQFxRdL-LZfMjtsCX_66E7N3tIkUlU33V_4Gw46q47yuFtGm9RBC6ty28Q/s400/aaronblog.jpg" />Secondly, a friend of mine posted this as their status on facebook and it is cute:<br /><br /><div>An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and he turned to her and said, "Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with a fellow passenger." The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the atheist, "What would you want to talk about?" "Oh, I don't know, " said the atheist. "How about why there is no God?" as he smiled smugly. "Ok," she said. "That could be an interesting topic, but let me ask you a question first: A horse, a cow and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?" The atheist, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, "Hmmm, I have no idea." To which the little girl replies, "Do you really feel qualified to discuss why there is no God when you don't know shit?" And then she went back to reading her book.</div><br /><div>God is real people! He gave up his only son for our sins, so that we may live a life like Jesus Christ with the help of the Holy Spirit. I may not know much about all things Christian, but I am a true believer and I am becoming stronger everyday! Sometimes I think this world is turned around backwards. I feel like, for a while, I was turned around too, but I'm headed out of the wilderness now! "I believe God. I believe He is working in me no matter what I may feel or how the situation may look. The Lord has begun a good work in me, and He will bring it to full completion" (see Phil. 2:13; 1:6)</div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-81907225634343270292011-09-21T10:59:00.000-07:002011-09-21T11:47:12.503-07:00Fall FeverNo, not outside, people, although it is beautiful, it is also filled with biting mosquitoes and flying allergens. I'm talking TV!!!!!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>I am so glad Ron Artest (or Metta World Peace since he changed his name) went home first on Dancing With the Stars. He was really cocky and showy. Everyone else had a pretty darn good showing, though. I don't know who to root for yet! I will say, however, that Maks is better than his brother Val, but neither one is too bad on the eyes for sure!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654883343762763154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUK4HWBq1vtGgc9ZGTAWDxCEBT2w0BQHWBp_2e8bLYvEposm-7PxJyn7bsnhXg-ZBKWYQoI9hnZBI0GPF2Y89xEd5UR7wvpY5Qvvrz_WAaQSQZZawXDSc12MYGmimd6VAGsrkqlWh_LI/s320/alg_dancing_with_the_stars.jpg" />The Sing-Off is "off and running" and the first 8 groups were ones to be reckoned with! I thought it was really cool that a regular group from Branson, Missouri was on there (The Cat's Pajamas).....until they got kicked off on the first night. Honestly, though, they've already made it. They do 200 shows a year and some of these other groups are trying to get their big break! Definitely too early to pick a fave there too!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654883409426871858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGBw1vMUG43ZzZLt3PYBPMLiWWDEyqDcfWLRqCo5lQSm5SHWiFkp_-mma2BSLZC6MR7qI1BiWzVVOU3gT6uqh5wpcJcasA2217YiidzrQ6qhb447YR84xQY57J5E5og-v_TyiZfqDSVg/s320/byu2ei_cats-pajamas-sing-off.jpg" />Last night was the season premiere of Biggest Loser. OMG I LOVE THAT SHOW! All the stories are so heartbreaking and these people are just looking for the opportunity to change their lives for the better and I am amazed every season by their transformations and successes! I am also highly impressed with the new trainers! Of course I love Bob, he's Bob, for heaven's sake, he needs no introduction, he's proven his talent and his team spanked the competition in the first weigh in! I'd never heard of Dolvett Quince, but he is hard core! He definitely proved himself in the gym and he is so motivating! He speaks so tenderly to his team members and they certainly benefited from his training by way of the scale! Now Anna Kournikova I wasn't so sure about. I know tennis players are great athletes, but I wasn't sold on her ability to train, but she's got it! And she is so emotionally involved as well, I love it! I thought I would miss Jillian, but the three trainers on Biggest Loser right now are AMAZING! I think they are perfect, and I think they are perfect for their teams too! As of the first episode, I am really liking the blue team's Becky and the black team's Antone. Maybe it's just because they both had major break throughs so early, but they just both really seem to be there for all the right reasons and they are ready to do what needs to be done!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654883407238860946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtsYxPuXUz_Db72i_t6_TQDclTRlQ4Ejk2qAnkWMzH2b3TM4QV2LyJoAu_VAizh07FByNLky_xYR0JhJOboLaJJ4WnkzqXyVP0V2Gxp-t5dJQZAxjHgzMGBFmQJtFfKr_lPh9GSzTTRw/s320/Biggest-Loser-trainers_320.jpg" />Tonight starts X-Factor. I do love me some Simon Cowell, but we'll just have to see about this show. Did you know the winner of X-Factor wins 5 million dollars?!?! Holy cow! They better have some SUPER TALENT for that kind of money!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654883817464602450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkXDU-0IcgNBHIhNpWsHbRhi419VGw39hNjYyCG-nG0NPPsfLKz6WJlcpME7j10GNS2LckzzzIEcRNlS6f1fWzamcLKBN2yPs1jGiiuKQjmJzJsd4p3mMNfA5zvqBFq3J-lsChH3x0cY/s320/cowell-x-factor-usa.jpg" />AND GREY'S ANATOMY STARTS THURSDAY! I hope this season is better than the last, but the preview shows Meredith being fired, so I don't know where it can even go from here.....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654883419748411874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZN7PxmsRxm8vWbQlfrNVNhgaTF1rqNVP3eajgXZBAe7iNSDvaEFqT2HPIQTRmjm-uOvsgvc-8vb_tMroaEAntDfsTwLSu2EhDOgdWE2Yd1vsMS_X6sJMR5cDcVy1qG0YPa-Gq5XMaCnk/s320/grey.jpg" />I really don't just sit around and watch TV, I swear. I do feed my family and bathe my kiddos and do household chores and such, just with the TV on. And with an occasional rewind on the DVR ;)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654883415626138194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHD5Nc-6JGbK4AllEqw8RtPSrt9k77g_h8mXKpXZ1je27c0AOrOGUvM_cufV38TTrGlWFhtMtQHe5ixbnOrXPJIhNEkloKqg_zzgJA19Z1snEkLTSl5xY-4f3NkhNaAa_z-syK8X1191c/s320/familyblog.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div>The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-48181929696818748772011-09-15T06:56:00.000-07:002011-09-15T06:57:43.019-07:00ANOTHER BDAY!HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY, AVERI! What a mover and a shaker you are! You are so talented in all you do and a gorgeous soul in general! Love ya!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652585150691605266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwhMY_r6eHD-D2i6HNU2kYL7-x1aOWb1O9xv6wKgJnrAyngBRw4YFZRPKE2uH0rO6QuNsg9f6D4cmLN7PoR1EfJCJCVWWiJWJrDIdVdrfbTiWXLh443oh5rrPUoV7mDJa5P4y7m1Wq3g/s400/averi.jpg" />The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-53321501867198556272011-09-14T06:31:00.000-07:002011-09-14T06:45:25.499-07:00ELEVENHAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY, AUBREY! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652210812414969410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-X_oGnJWzzcDW3qkcDya1Ggn6iboALyK1wqrd_-0cR6yYLj6Z1fr5Tv0Zj5u9gIflfro3etzLml3D4vkgI7rf54OZn9D7mQ9SFr3gksicgJGocoJH3LeB8ri8na1-XWK9pWhQ6eGPRE/s400/aubrey.jpg" />You've been a spitfire since the day you were born and I have loved every minute of it. You are growing into such an amazing young (dare I say it) woman. I love you so much!The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739413139710551339.post-46434692953888951742011-09-05T06:31:00.000-07:002011-09-06T13:47:56.909-07:00Oh the LaborThis year, Joe and I took Labor Day quite literally. You see, I've had this ingenious idea to get rid of the bushes in our front yard since we moved in and do some sort of fabulous landscaping. Trouble is, I am, in no way shape or form, a landscaper, nor do I possess an ounce of creativity. So here's what the bushes used to look like (along with what my teeny tiny baby and teeny tiny not yet first grade little girl with all her teeth): <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7SxG4ORMu5VPJ3W94qdj_6qWQqDk-4JvkmXov2f33nwtxt3q6emfgmnCjclp3QZlMpXDpAqm8QMnhV-Q056CQRQSJZeaTX7mU7eCHMrAlyy9KBtbVOFAUZA4Z1rmbuDjZzIpmPhkPYA/s1600/bushes.jpg"></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649340048897291010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PGIcA4HKku234eBLRV6gy7NWMdZKYMLGp7bjtMq6wbeOtCma-bTJEsLAz29goW2P2nFnK1kjNwNzyLT0cFGkVkziG5-PCdEUu5TLqZLt1EHhx6zyPefGLA0P4cZQ3B1Aiytn9zu8t9E/s400/bushes.jpg" />This weekend, we leveled all the bushes, remulched and decorated! Here's the ending product:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649340055267172050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY7jjhqxIVo270oN-uUYXCLELxtG_zEbypKHF2A7ZycVQN5KJQWYTcGDQ9qkMw8QAXxJ-_Ocuu2AB2pbVPDZeJVgH3b5dO1_xGIHudqEz79rqKbqQPtlwkfT3FS6t1BqHq7IKBlBccEUI/s400/landscape.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649340050355625842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn585GN4_OEsMeMCu2fKKu8ODpaukG3Qc4ZCk9RKTZzpbMPOcyTaDxeQGEKA-nHfX9RNOxFrMw6IyknC73wy1FnVhIBuRk8cHyg5dKyScGd95mts4UIcqQ1ZlZ6TlyeDVVCJWTru12Pg/s400/landscape1.jpg" /><br />All we're waiting for now is my log border and it'll be complete! It's very exciting!The Klinge'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09967189021745648260noreply@blogger.com2