tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6963067903689438362023-11-15T22:37:18.141-08:00My Three SonsA little of this and a little of that on life with
three sons in Southern California!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-21894563023112109952011-12-08T20:45:00.000-08:002011-12-08T20:46:09.357-08:00Top 10 of 2011<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>We present to you:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Our Top 10 moments of 2011</b></span></div><br />
10: Ben begins studying in earnest for his Bar Mitzvah in 2012.<br />
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9: Joshua tries lacrosse and has the time of his life! Declares it's the sport for him! Daniel tries it and decides he doesn't like it. Has taken up tennis! Loves that. And, it's easy for Mom & Dad - he can walk to the park on his own for practice!<br />
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8: Amazing vacation to Washington D.C. and Williamsburg. Memories to last a lifetime.<br />
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7: We spend time at Riverway Ranch Camp! Mom finds out she is too old to go to camp ... Ben and Daniel have a fabulous time!<br />
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6: Mom sets out to really start training for the AVON Walk and raises over $2500 in the fight against breast cancer.<br />
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5. Mom takes part in the AVON Walk (for the 2nd time) and Ben joins in the fun! We both manage to complete nearly 18 miles and have made the commitment to do it again in 2012! Thrilled that Allen & Daniel were there all along the route to cheer us on and give us encouragement! <br />
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4: Josh starts High School (Now a member of the class of 2015), Ben is in 7th grade and Daniel is in his last year (sniff!) of elementary school. <br />
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3: Josh plays High School Football. Figures out it's not for him! (Phew!)<br />
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2: Allen gets permission to work from home full time... that is when he is home and not traveling to places like Tokyo, Norway, Amsterdam, London, Spain, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Washington DC. All places he visited for work in 2011. (Jan even got to join him in Hong Kong for a long weekend!)<br />
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1: Thrilled to have made memories as a family together. Declared Sunday family dinner night. Had had many moments and memories together with family and friends and treasure those times!<br />
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Happy Holidays! From our family to yours!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-88811587468617554782011-09-19T11:20:00.000-07:002011-09-19T11:25:38.498-07:00AVON Walk for Breast CancerI find myself posting to you all when I have something to complain about.<br />
Today I come to you with a good news post.<br />
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I just want to brag for a minute about Allen and Ben and Daniel.<br />
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I decided two years ago that I needed to do something bigger in my life then just <br />
what I was doing.<br />
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That bigger was raising money for the AVON walk for breast cancer.<br />
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Between last year and this year I raised nearly $5,000. (less than $100 away from $5K!).<br />
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But what was more amazing then that...<br />
My husband trained in nearly every walk I did and in that last month has walked approximately<br />
50 miles with me to make sure I am ready.<br />
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The walk was this past weekend.<br />
We got up early (4 am) - Ben and Daniel jumped out of bed - loved the idea of leaving home in the<br />
dark - <br />
they never once complained.<br />
(Josh had a weekend commitment).<br />
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But what was more amazing is Ben decided he wanted to walk all the miles with me.<br />
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17 miles my 12 year old boy who has the soul of a 45 year old man, walked, talked, <br />
laughed, cheered and said that he was so glad that he got to spend that time with his Mom.<br />
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For 17 miles Allen and Daniel - my 10 year old boy were there every 2 miles to cheer and clap<br />
and give high fives and take pictures all the way along. Then a surprise - the last two miles<br />
they walked into the route looking for Ben and I and walked the last two miles with us holding<br />
our hands!<br />
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I am so lucky.<br />
I may complain. I may feel frustrated at times but I remind myself in moments like that <br />
that moments like this exist. I just want to share with all of you.<br />
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At the very end it was Ben and I, hand in hand, walking across the finish line.<br />
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So proud of our accomplishment!!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-38573100788498460042010-12-17T18:45:00.000-08:002010-12-17T18:45:08.438-08:00Our Top 10 moments of 2010We present to you:<br />
Our Top 10 moments of 2010<br />
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10: Ben won the starring role of "Edna" from Hairspray!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben & his friend Dylan... Ben loves his fedoras!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>9: Daniel laces up hockey skates for the first time!<br />
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8: Visits with our families... near and far!<br />
7: Jack & Harry say goodbye to Blacktop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack & Blacktop... A once in a lifetime dog!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>6: Coco joins our family and marks our hearts whole again!<br />
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5: Josh becomes a Bar Mitzvah!<br />
4: Josh plays his first season of tackle football! Loves It!<br />
3: Jan walks 20 miles in the fight against breast cancer.<br />
2: Allen wins his campaign for member of the school board!<br />
1: Memories made and moments cherished together.<br />
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Happy Holidays! From our family to yours!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-48424909873051234382010-12-17T18:24:00.000-08:002010-12-17T19:41:50.287-08:00Many Days and Many Months...Wow!<br />
So many days and many months have gone by since I last posted....<br />
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At the end of July Josh became a Bar Mitzvah! What a fabulous weekend of festivities that was! We had friends and family come from near and far to celebrate our boy, Joshua Harry. He did a fantastic job on his Torah portion and Allen and I couldn't have been more proud of him. It was such a feeling of accomplishment from him (and us!). Besides the feeling of accomplishment that we felt; it was so wonderful having all of our loved ones - friends and family - make it a point to come to see Josh and to celebrate with us. We will be forever thankful to all of them! The next celebration will take place on July 28, 2012 for Ben! :) (Hint, Hint!)<br />
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August rolled around all too quickly and Josh started playing tackle football for the first time. He worked out 5 - 6 days a week and really loved the sport; much to my dismay! I hated to watch him get tackled and hated to watch him doing the tackling. But - he loved being 'one of the gang' and for that - it was all worth it!<br />
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Ben and Daniel got to spend a week at camp in the mountains! They loved going and loved having time together with each other. They really are great friends.<br />
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Gramma took Ben to Chicago to see his cousins and he had the time of his life. He came home nearly a Chicagoan - ready to go back at a moments notice. Thank you to Criste, Derek, Amanda and Dale for showing Ben and Gramma a great time! You really made his summer complete!<br />
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School started all too quickly. Josh in 8th grade, Ben in 6th and Daniel in 4th. They are getting too big, too fast! Josh is taking Spanish I at the high school early in the morning and *loves* it! Ben is learning to play the trombone and Daniel is still all boy just wanting to play and get dirty!<br />
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Fall rolled around; Football continued, we added Roller Hockey (Daniel) and Flag Football (Ben and Daniel) to our busy schedule. Kids are loving their activities and keeping us way too busy!<br />
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We are looking forward to the rest our winter break gives us and it's my New Years Goal to document more of our lives just for memory purposes.... as I am getting older, it's harder to remember things!<br />
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Look for more updates in 2011!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-55668145229996610062010-09-15T18:26:00.000-07:002010-12-17T18:27:03.619-08:00AVON WalkWhat an incredible experience! I walked 20 miles over two days and raised over $2,500 in the fight against breast cancer.<br />
It was INCREDIBLE!!!!<br />
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I am definitely planning on doing it again and would love to have friends do it with me!!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-68071288076046148832010-07-17T21:45:00.000-07:002010-12-17T18:28:06.129-08:00Josh's Bar Mitzvah Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Bar Mitzvah Preview ... trying on the outfit and Tallit</b></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I challenge you to make a similar list.<br />
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1. Ben's Freckles.<br />
2. Frogs at night.<br />
3.The memory of Blacktop "speaking" in the morning. <br />
4. Allen 's blue eyes.<br />
5. Having a good conversation with my good friends.<br />
6. Daniel's amazing intellect.<br />
7. Josh's crazy noises - even though they make me crazy.<br />
8. Videos that my boys make of their favorite video games.<br />
9. Watching Josh play Basketball.<br />
10. Watching Ben Act.<br />
11. My charm bracelet that Allen has given me charms for over the years.<br />
12. My curls.<br />
13. Josh's curls. He finally has some!<br />
14. End of a 4 mile walk.<br />
15. Going to the dog park and seeing my dogs smile.<br />
16. My puppy Coco and her cuddles.<br />
17. Jack's sighs.<br />
18. Allen tickling Ben and making him really belly laugh!<br />
19. Family movie nights in our bed.<br />
20. Getting a text message from Allen saying "I Love You".<br />
21. Finding a long lost friend.<br />
22. Whose Line Is It Anyway?<br />
23. Comedy Sportz at the High School.<br />
24. Concerts in the Park in the summer.<br />
25. Allen's stuipd jokes.<br />
26. Allen's if your name was... what would your last name be.<br />
27. Daniel's way he makes the same dumb jokes as his dad.<br />
28. The relationship my boys have with their Grandparents.<br />
29. A letter in the mail. Just for me.<br />
30. Seeing the joy on a student's face when they complete a project.<br />
31. Knowing that it was because of me they completed it!<br />
32. Making videos for special occasions.<br />
33. Going to Temple.<br />
34. Jack finding a sock and the way he has to show it to me!<br />
35. Coco finding her barker. <br />
36. Live musicals.<br />
37. Turning the volume up and opening the windows in the van and really singing! And the boys joining along!<br />
38. Tim McGraw.<br />
39. Laundry complete.<br />
40. Clean house. <br />
41. Candles burning.<br />
42. Clean yard. <br />
43. Flowers growing.<br />
44. Email from old friends.<br />
45. Pictures that really turn out great.<br />
46. Malibu sunsets.<br />
47. Dolphins at the beach.<br />
48. Planning my boys birthday celebrations.<br />
49. Planning family get togethers.<br />
50. My nook.<br />
51. Shabbat.<br />
52. Leaving for vacation when it's dark.<br />
53. Memories that I share with my sisters.<br />
54. The love of a niece.<br />
55. Texting with friends.<br />
56. The smell of sunscreen.<br />
57. The smell of honeysuckle and jasmine. Spring is here!<br />
58. Puppy breath.<br />
59. Sushi.<br />
60. Family Game Night.<br />
61. Seeing old friends. Especially the ones that no time has passed between.<br />
62. Eating dinner outside.<br />
63. Moms night out.<br />
64. My pillows.<br />
65. My memories of the Calgary Stampede.<br />
66. Completing a jigsaw puzzle.<br />
67. Clean teeth.<br />
68. Dirty children because they played!<br />
69. Watching Daniel play hockey.<br />
70. Watching the joy on Ben's face as he swims in the water.<br />
71. Ben's quiet ways.<br />
72. Holding Allen's hand and the kids getting in the way.<br />
73. Freshly shaved faces.<br />
74. Freshly shaved legs.<br />
75. Looking at pictures of my kids at camp.<br />
76. Pac Man.<br />
77. Really laughing.<br />
78. Dressing my boys up 'fancy'.<br />
79. Reading blogs.<br />
80. Email.<br />
81. Anderson Cooper.<br />
82. Dirty Jobs.<br />
83. Dates with my husband.<br />
84. Aunt Iris' Ice Cream Cake<br />
85. Surprise Birthday Breakfasts - a new tradition.<br />
86. Smiling Dogs.<br />
87. The smell of a fireplace on a cold winter night.<br />
88. The sound of the neighbor playing his clarinet in his driveway on a summer night.<br />
89. Lightening bugs.<br />
90. Chicago hot dogs.<br />
91. Family traditions.<br />
92. Lighting the Hanukkah candles.<br />
93. Sending a card to a friend just to make her day.<br />
94. Real Simple magazine.<br />
95. Clean cars.<br />
96. My real life friends.<br />
97. My internet friends ... who mean more to me then my real life friends.<br />
98. Memories.<br />
99. Holidays.<br />
100. Really loving someone that it makes me cry.Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-87553294652195719002010-07-01T08:09:00.000-07:002010-12-17T18:28:36.112-08:00Less the 30 daysMy boy will become a man when he becomes a Bar Mitzvah.<br />
How on earth is that possible? How will I get through the day without crying?<br />
(Note to self: waterproof mascara is a must!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What an incredible looking baby!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-90093550349772390932010-06-28T07:58:00.000-07:002010-07-02T08:00:58.491-07:00DMR at Camp!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4EdzVpZhgTHt1n5RcwiZ8KW3glgSacQtEJtKWawPR9-8uAn7t3EKFpUvT0KSed_C3qRertWNi8QjXNH9VvxziTlRYiXGnVSYOkk4yrxkKMh1d5iZ0UVH7YxxQWN5KEZr4vnqDPBrido/s1600/DMR+Camp+Surf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4EdzVpZhgTHt1n5RcwiZ8KW3glgSacQtEJtKWawPR9-8uAn7t3EKFpUvT0KSed_C3qRertWNi8QjXNH9VvxziTlRYiXGnVSYOkk4yrxkKMh1d5iZ0UVH7YxxQWN5KEZr4vnqDPBrido/s320/DMR+Camp+Surf.jpg" /></a></div>I told Daniel when I dropped him off at Camp to make sure he gave me a sign that he was having the time of his life. I was so excited that I got my sign this morning when I woke up! What a great smile!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-90649596891480669202010-05-02T08:01:00.000-07:002010-07-02T08:04:48.598-07:00Coco Bean Rosen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8P7m9ujDR9qKd8HHVjeVPeuoEklcQTxBPNo_qB9ECPxsW4F5UP7Ui2VcrMuKQFll4dJTj1FBhx-yPuf2-Pd16aJxksXOInlaHwsTiaakkoUyt8oPte8O9MUIiS9UdQr7hbqcvSH9NA0/s1600/Photo+375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8P7m9ujDR9qKd8HHVjeVPeuoEklcQTxBPNo_qB9ECPxsW4F5UP7Ui2VcrMuKQFll4dJTj1FBhx-yPuf2-Pd16aJxksXOInlaHwsTiaakkoUyt8oPte8O9MUIiS9UdQr7hbqcvSH9NA0/s320/Photo+375.jpg" /></a></div>Josh got an early Bar Mitzvah present from Gramma. She got him a darling puppy. Coco Bean is a Chocolate Lab mix and she is a perfect addition to our family. She has really helped fill up the hole in our hearts that Blackie left behind. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dWFdqRTpiW0G_mXFzWeLhiyoDeb4OX43OyOffY-W10GtlpjbT3-PJLnuBY3Q_L93D6nb60HmbNOS_mMlzaQ9mosgNkWvWwRnjg-X23U8LlmAdUCVmeJgHohVHlY25pXcCqUBmg76PgY/s1600/Photo+378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dWFdqRTpiW0G_mXFzWeLhiyoDeb4OX43OyOffY-W10GtlpjbT3-PJLnuBY3Q_L93D6nb60HmbNOS_mMlzaQ9mosgNkWvWwRnjg-X23U8LlmAdUCVmeJgHohVHlY25pXcCqUBmg76PgY/s320/Photo+378.jpg" /></a></div>She loves nothing more then to snuggle in our bed with us! And, she smiles! You can see her little pink lips in this picture!Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-42782756487197385492010-04-08T22:09:00.000-07:002010-04-10T08:56:49.429-07:00A Once in a Lifetime Dog<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Blacktop Shirley vonGirley Pearly Rosen<br />
September 23, 1994 - April 8, 2010.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Always loved, forever missed.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Blacktop Shirley vonGirley Pearly Rosen was a once in a lifetime dog. She spoke when we told her too, she knew how to problem solve and find things when asked, she talked to us when we woke up in the morning and when we came home from being away during the day. </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>We got Shirley (as I liked to call her) when she was just a tiny puppy. She came from the pound. We saw Border Collies at a sheep herding event while on vacation. From then on I knew I wanted a Border Collie. (Little did I know what that meant!) I dreamed about her. In my dreams she spoke to me. She told her her name was Blacktop. I told Allen about my dream. We started talking about Blacktop as if she was already a member of our family. When they day finally came to go look at the pound, it only took one trip, there she was. She was in a pen with about six other puppies that were all Chows. I didn't want a Chow, I wanted a Border Collie. Allen spotted her. He said, "Look there's one that's different." And that was that. She was ours. She weighed about 3 pounds and fit in the crook of my elbow. It was love at first sight.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>We brought her home. She was so little and so smart. She was house trained immediately and so full of life. She played and played and grew and grew. After we got her we bought our first house and moved her in. She was very happy.</b></i><br />
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<i><b>In her younger days, when Allen and I both worked full time, she loved nothing more then going to the church parking lot and running at top speed between Allen & I with the biggest smile on her face. She proudly walked with her tail held up high and had a spring in her step on every single one of the 5,000 + miles of walking she took in her 15 1/2 years of life. She loved to walk. She was so smart, she knew when we were going on a walk based on what we were wearing! When she was younger she would find a pine cone and carry it with her on every walk we went on. Her biggest joy was running up and down the hills thru the ivy and looking back to see if we were watching.</b></i></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>She despised the pool but *LOVED* the duck pond. She would swim after any duck in the pond if she got the chance!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>She lived to steal food off our plates. No matter what we tried including rat traps and Tabasco sandwiches it did not matter ... she would go in for the steal given the chance. She would much rather grab human food then her boring kibble. She loved most vegetables especially iceberg lettuce. She hated romaine lettuce. A girl after my own heart! She was always so great about cleaning up the mess on the floor when the kids were small. I never had to worry about crumbs being left under the highchair!</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>She loved to go on car rides. One time when we were going to the beach Allen decided to take a shortcut to the beach on a windy, windy road. It was terrible. She got car sick and so did I. That didn't stop the smile on her face though; as long as the wind was in her face and she was going somewhere she was happy. She loved to go to the dog park too. Funniest thing about the dog park - I really think she didn't think she was a dog. She never interacted with the other dogs, she would walk the perimeter of the park and try to drink out of the human water fountain and then would be ready to go. She was not a dog. She was definitely something more then a dog.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>She knew the way to Gramma & Papa's house. As soon as we got off the freeway on the road to their house she would start going nuts. She would jump around in the car and howl and couldn't wait to get out of the car. She would run right in and find Papa and give him all sorts of kisses all over. She loved to see Papa. When Papa died she knew something had happened. She was very sad. She looked all over for him and then took refuge in Papa's chair. She was not happy knowing that he was not around. The biggest joy in knowing that Blacktop is no longer living is knowing that Papa and Blacktop are together. I am sure Papa was there waiting for her wondering what she has been up to for the last five years. </b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIlU5nemg2L2YiHczjcX1yD0tfFIKawRs_e2vjS0BQEhVlIdbKRfgru4W8OHMs8UVfkY7VmqqLERtiIt-Oi-cW2RoNIS5CbFVSqgQZOkREQ_KG9ml4uJ04JL6Xw9uzIETwLtl6_Kne-0/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIlU5nemg2L2YiHczjcX1yD0tfFIKawRs_e2vjS0BQEhVlIdbKRfgru4W8OHMs8UVfkY7VmqqLERtiIt-Oi-cW2RoNIS5CbFVSqgQZOkREQ_KG9ml4uJ04JL6Xw9uzIETwLtl6_Kne-0/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" /></a></div><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Once our boys arrived she seemed to mellow out and turn into an amazing member of our family. Josh adored Blacktop from the very beginning. She always watched out for Joshua and was ever so gentle with him. She loved Ben and Daniel too but there was something special between Josh & Blackie. He called her "Flicka - ba" ... she knew him and he knew her. A once in a lifetime dog. That is what Josh declared. I have to say, he is right.</b></i></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9huSipj5ODKrRq87r1UEzUDR1qxGOKYJfFVlqpbdYkq92PLsB5h7iIF5oU5GVXU7tT8LtIiIxmx0mFrE6J_ZTgwFQjlPwN_CKSmrkT_4zqgzBvntLW2iNQskN9bYkDolJhaFDeIxgcgc/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9huSipj5ODKrRq87r1UEzUDR1qxGOKYJfFVlqpbdYkq92PLsB5h7iIF5oU5GVXU7tT8LtIiIxmx0mFrE6J_ZTgwFQjlPwN_CKSmrkT_4zqgzBvntLW2iNQskN9bYkDolJhaFDeIxgcgc/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Blacktop Shirley von Girley Pearly Rosen. We will love you for always and miss you forever.</b></i></div>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-43196188825789477212010-03-29T20:56:00.000-07:002010-03-29T20:56:14.007-07:00Then & Now<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Just reminiscing some more.<br />
Josh and his first best friend, Paige.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>She moved away shortly after this picture was taken.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>My heart has never been the same.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I'm not sure Josh's heart has ever been the same either.</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b> </b></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQZRCU4xjeBIztNAx6oYiGJpktqjOyJsPWteV24ILIrkoR0zZoLw-0MmCQXZn32mcmcwGN9pgMSVZIMUFsC1lPvr5TKJTlvzHF_xFZcYwP3PNXylYUvutnqS0nCVa-oAAj6Bp7NWq_n0/s1600/IMG_0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQZRCU4xjeBIztNAx6oYiGJpktqjOyJsPWteV24ILIrkoR0zZoLw-0MmCQXZn32mcmcwGN9pgMSVZIMUFsC1lPvr5TKJTlvzHF_xFZcYwP3PNXylYUvutnqS0nCVa-oAAj6Bp7NWq_n0/s320/IMG_0042.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Paige & Josh February, 1999</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
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</div>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-55467500512372111002010-03-05T08:19:00.000-08:002010-03-06T08:22:24.337-08:00Surgery!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwxeEnHettmxneKmj09p8mFX5h3pSIuuz9V2ObXDTlPYq8m5SYrckV_gap5QwtZBVpXpLTwBQkqaw5MkFStm0WCw-kyCpjEbR5F4o9PJvYbcUWUJm4gGr1AOTr1S7Zgvvp6j5tf9JPWQ/s1600-h/Allen+OR.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEwxeEnHettmxneKmj09p8mFX5h3pSIuuz9V2ObXDTlPYq8m5SYrckV_gap5QwtZBVpXpLTwBQkqaw5MkFStm0WCw-kyCpjEbR5F4o9PJvYbcUWUJm4gGr1AOTr1S7Zgvvp6j5tf9JPWQ/s320/Allen+OR.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Allen got his back fixed today! This is before he goes in to the OR.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are thrilled with the outcome. Can't wait to have him train with me for my AVON Walk. He promises he will come April. I hope that's the case. I love having a glimpse of my funny husband again. It's been a LONG four months of misery and pain... and I hope & pray</div><div style="text-align: center;">that this fixes it.</div>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-89304444767470414712010-03-04T08:17:00.000-08:002010-03-06T08:18:56.402-08:00The stare down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7itrZuQLBGQkpxb5-DXPDH7YeTlxRvkXRKng9oaj3EA9L4G0_Pjv7hFX_Fr2SL2ba16DhzK1qxW__IuGhwLFkkEoFFQo1uChABYVOYiRwWhH2lvdRju7We8yaUiBsmFC0I9UkyKImlOM/s1600-h/dogs.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7itrZuQLBGQkpxb5-DXPDH7YeTlxRvkXRKng9oaj3EA9L4G0_Pjv7hFX_Fr2SL2ba16DhzK1qxW__IuGhwLFkkEoFFQo1uChABYVOYiRwWhH2lvdRju7We8yaUiBsmFC0I9UkyKImlOM/s320/dogs.jpeg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a near nightly ritual... The stare down between the dogs!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are so funny. Harry just stands and stares. Jack barks and carries on until Harry gives in and let's Jack have his remaining food. Sometimes it goes on for 30 minutes or more!</div>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-33363730501678875852010-02-28T13:50:00.000-08:002010-03-06T08:23:48.317-08:00Bunking Brothers...Ben has convinced Daniel to let him move back in his room.<br />
Not sure how that happened... but they are once again talking and laughing and staying up far too late...<br />
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Daniel is such a sport... but deep down, I think they missed each other.Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-30979307130483650372010-02-27T08:23:00.000-08:002010-03-06T08:27:00.373-08:00Kate Cooks Dinner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kate called me and said, "Aunt Jan, can I come visit with my family, I will bring dinner..." ... I was thrilled that she wanted to come and visit and so were the boys. She has been working really hard and needed some family lovin'! She came and made a delicious dinner!! Love that she cooked for us... hated the clean up... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-48624700694625071002009-11-27T21:56:00.000-08:002009-12-04T21:58:25.473-08:00Best FriendBen made the placecards for our Thanksgiving feast. We had our family, Nanny & Pop and some dear friends.<br /><br />He wrote everyone's name and decorated the cards.<br /><br />For Daniel's he wrote "DD" - his nickname for him...<br />drew two stick figures and labeled them "Me" and "You"<br />and then wrote "Best Friends."<br /><br />That made me cry.<br />I love that they have such a special relationship.Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-55097895821107699692009-11-21T20:04:00.000-08:002009-11-21T20:05:44.371-08:00Rules in My Room by DanielI found these rules hanging on Daniel's bulletin board in his room today!<br /><br />1. Ask me if you want to take apart a lego ship.<br />2. Clean up after yourself.<br />3. Don't lay in my bed.<br />4. Don't touch my desk.<br />5. Have fun.Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-86325872186291699442009-10-13T18:24:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:25:52.140-07:00A Boy and His Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq5ON5qjTwFOPQP2WXl-eoIbgsSDbToP5s2N9vwd9kDg2appjQa-ZTiqa0vW9vsZi2if65tPi8nAEWvG4SqLX0typY8KbN0ZNLsuBI41QN_x5rqZy4T5z1aO04lC-uWALHZTIDLTrjU0/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq5ON5qjTwFOPQP2WXl-eoIbgsSDbToP5s2N9vwd9kDg2appjQa-ZTiqa0vW9vsZi2if65tPi8nAEWvG4SqLX0typY8KbN0ZNLsuBI41QN_x5rqZy4T5z1aO04lC-uWALHZTIDLTrjU0/s320/Photo+44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392260760934609202" border="0" /></a><br />We Love Jack! There's nothing more heartwarming seeing the love a boy has for his dog and a dog has for his boy.Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696306790368943836.post-58247883137304031042009-09-15T20:42:00.000-07:002009-10-01T20:45:33.755-07:00Back to School<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XMVeV_p24y30G1BYD923sRELIu-S5wjxslpOvGTE5L_v6liequRPYOWWw16V43z-pYHuAias8_TzRr0corvOV47TKe6tjpYT2QKnDKAm-HudonyT0dWfJQpPLHduDfaGtf4ufaPFOMs/s1600-h/P1040734.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XMVeV_p24y30G1BYD923sRELIu-S5wjxslpOvGTE5L_v6liequRPYOWWw16V43z-pYHuAias8_TzRr0corvOV47TKe6tjpYT2QKnDKAm-HudonyT0dWfJQpPLHduDfaGtf4ufaPFOMs/s320/P1040734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387843634036234994" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Allen reminded me that I forgot to post Back to School Pictures...<br /><br />Same location... different year...<br />and very different looks!<br /><br />Josh is in 7th...<br />Ben is in 5th...<br />Daniel is in 3rd...Jan R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098129966045936781noreply@blogger.com0