tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52984198051683525912024-03-12T16:01:34.297-07:00The Married Life of Rem & KadeRem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298419805168352591.post-90466445070399165322011-04-28T10:55:00.000-07:002011-04-28T11:53:13.494-07:00Catching Up.<div><div><div>Where do I start? Well I left off with Kades first Drill Weekend, and the holidays right around the corner. Boy has A LOT changed. Kade is in Tech school, I'm in Oregon with a promotion, the holidays brought us quite the surprise.. Where to start.</div><div> </div><div>Holidays;</div><div>The holidays were WONDERFUL! Thanksgiving came and went, of course the wonderful food and drink. It was great. Christmas, I think, was my favorite holiday this year. I got everything I could ever ask for, and one little extra surprise. On December 19th we found out we are pregnant! No, we weren't planning a baby, but we weren't preventing one either. That day our lives changed forever. I don't think either of us has been that happy, excited, and scared, all at once, since we got married. Needless to say we're over the moon.</div><div> </div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHv1A4q8jyvpsBIe5jA5p97_e0Qx2B5J5-sSn7_J_1W7fmO0SreHdUvUAV_NQVPKH2yrR07wK0jT9Zk9LewjOMCgj9saEWqcM0tcchZpfMpqxBMY8rP0F5pyS_S88Yg4QYLq6HqDAMw5v/s1600/253.jpg"><img style="width: 119px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600706457658779730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHv1A4q8jyvpsBIe5jA5p97_e0Qx2B5J5-sSn7_J_1W7fmO0SreHdUvUAV_NQVPKH2yrR07wK0jT9Zk9LewjOMCgj9saEWqcM0tcchZpfMpqxBMY8rP0F5pyS_S88Yg4QYLq6HqDAMw5v/s200/253.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>The pregnancy part for me has actually been a breeze. I didn't get ANY morning sickness, I was extremely tired ALL the time for the first 2.5 months. But I am not complaining! The second trimester brought on some pretty horrendous headaches. I'm already prone to migraines but then you add the extra blood flow, and a slightly elevated blood preassure and I was in for a GREAT time! The greatest part about all of this is getting to feel our little buddle of joy flip, and flop inside me. I knew it was going to be exciting, and something I could never really explain, but WOW. I didn't think it would be this great. Yes, I am far enough along to find out what we're having but, we want to keep it a surprise! Some people think we're crazy but, it really is one of those surprises I want to keep a surprise! Plus I want to have as much of a natural birth as possible. I'm not opposed to medical intervention but, I figure if my grandmother and her mother before her and hers before her can do it, so can I. So, having that surprise will make it so I just have to keep going. HaHa</div><div> </div><div> <img style="width: 120px; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600706732502040978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcUkYYmttujcDgq6SWh-QkmJEQj3O7-h_O2t8PLkJdcncrXEfTbNfnTBMc9Fm7oi3Zj3cd2mzBkHieFfeO4IMjrYaGVdhnFn28ry1MEJEXskVpp7S8ZI_xvTN7ttALC0YyalrAS8ZdqSV/s200/030.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div>After the holidays and finding out we were going to have a baby, we had to start planning on Kade going to tech school for four months. That's when work desided to throw me a curveball! In January I was offered a Management Position with Macaroni Grill. The curve to that pitch was they didn't quite know where they wanted to send me. AHH!!! Well after about a month of not quite knowing, they settled with the Portland market. HELLO? How could we turn something like this down? We not only consider Oregon home, but we had a plan to move back within 3 years. This just expidited our move! Needless to say I accepted the position. Now came the fun part. How do we coordinate a baby, Kades four month tech school in mississippi, my move to oregon for work, our house we own, and our animals. AHH! Talk about a fun couple of days of talking and planning and changing plans. We couldn't have done it if we weren't such a great team! We got everything planned out, and executed flawlessly! I'm in Oregon with the animals starting my new job and finding our little family a place to settle down, and Kade is in Mississippi in tech school blowing it out of the water!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><em><em><em>I know a few people have heard this story but to put into perspective what kind of team Kade and I are I would like to sidetrack and tell a story about an adventure to took trying to catch a train to go to Oktoberfest! His parents were visiting us in Germany, and we planned to go to Oktoberfest in Munchin. We needed to catch a train in Landstuhl, with a stop in Mannheim, to get to Munchin. Well we get to Landstuhl and we aren't too sure which train we are supposed to get on. Well one leaves, and we finally find someone to ask, and they tell us, the train that just left was our train. OH CRAP! So we have to make a decision. Drive ALL the way to Munchin, or train to beat the train to Mannheim and hop on there. Well we chose the latter. So we get on the Autobahn. Thank goodness there isn't really a "speed limit" more of a "suggested speed." Here's a little bit more back story you need to know. Kadence and I have NEVER been to Manheim, and expecially not the trainstation in the middle of town! With Kade driving his dad shotgun, and his mom and I in the back seat, we take off like Speedracer. I don't think i have seen Kadence drive this fast in my life, and it's 4 in the morning, dark and we're going through construction. John, Kades dad, is white knuckle holding onto the "oh shit" handle. His Helen, his mom, not really looking out the window and taking very calculated breathes, and I in the back seat. We're making really great time and we start to see signs for Mannheim, which one do we take. Here's where our minds work so well together, we just start talking out loud to eachother. Rationalizing why which exit would or wouldn't take us to the train station. You could ask his parents, we were pretty amazing that morning. Well we chose one exit and it looked like it was taking us ot the middle of town, where we thought we should be headed, when we realized with all of this excitement we needed to pee REALLY bad. So we stopped at an Esso, gas, station to pee and to ask for directions. Remember it is like 4:30am this station JUST opened. (Thank goodness) We ask if we are on the right track and the guy behind the counter says "just keep going down this road, you'll run right into it." AHH We did it, with never being there before, driving in the dark, through construction and on the tightest timeline EVER. We parked and jogged to our train, sat down and then realized we had about 10 minutes before it left! HaHa The rest of our trip was FABULOUS!</em></em></em></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ok, so back to catching you all up! Kade is in Mississippi for the next few months for Tech school. He's been gone since the beginning of April. So far it has been reletively nice for him. If you can handle 70-100% humidity. HaHa The weather hasn't been terrible for him, plus he is being put up in a REALLY nice, fully furnished condo for the durration of his school. I can't wait to go and visit him in June! Ps that's when he turns the BIG 25!! That's 9125 days old! I'm gunna have an old man on my hands! HaHa I'm just happy that he gets to see me half-way through the pregnancy, and then again right at the end! He doesn't get back from Tech school until the first week of August and we're due August 25th! EEK! Our thought is it's better for him to miss 4 months of pregnancy rather than 4 months of baby! It will be SUPER nice to have my little family together though. Not too much longer!!</div><div> </div><div>Well I think that's all folks! Stay tuned for more, frequent updates. I have a slightly more steady schedule so I'll have a little more time on my hands!</div></div></div>Rem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298419805168352591.post-11578380476505582512010-11-06T13:04:00.000-07:002010-11-06T13:38:20.558-07:00Drill weekend & A review of this past month<div><span style="color:#999900;">Saturday is the start to Kadences' first drill weekend for the Idaho Air National Guard. It's exciting and slightly sad, only cause this is the first weekend in the passed 2 months I won't have him home. On the bright side, we should find out when he is leaving to Tech school! Yahoo. I'm so proud of him for all that he has achieved in his time with the Military. I'm glad he found another job that will make him happy, and have him learning constantly.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999900;">While Kade has his drill weekend, I have the first weekend in a good 6 months where I'm working. I don't normally work Saturday OR Sundays, but this may be the start to a new routine. Only time will tell. Today at work however was pretty mellow, it is a BSU game so we will be a tad slow. It's sounds a little lame but I LOVE going to work. Even when there is drama or way too much going on, I really enjoy my job! The only downside to working this much is I am going to physical therapy as well. So some of these long days are kicking my butt. Literally.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999900;">I am seeing Brookes at Foothills Physical Therapy <a href="http://www.foothillspt.com/">http://www.foothillspt.com/</a>. He is AMAZING! It's really nice that I am going to see someone who is an expert in his field. Last Tuesday was the first day that I got to see him since my surgery. It was nice, and eye opening. Come to find out, I'm a little ahead of myself in my rehab process. It's hard not to push yourself when you want to get back to something. I really want to run again. Which is a very achievable goal now. Thank-you goes out to Dr Waters who did a FANTASTIC job on my knee. Anyhow, come to find out, I am the only patient Brookes has had that, 7 weeks after surgery, had FULL range of motion. He didn't like how much I was working, but he is working my work schedule into the PT routine. Since on average I walk a minimum of 3miles at Macaroni Grill and just about 2 miles at the bar 6 days a week, we are doing A LOT of knee strengthening work outs and keeping my cardio to a minimum. Holy cow was I sore after Tuesday. I don't think I had worked out some of the muscles in a VERY long time. I'm starting to feel better and better!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999900;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999900;">Feeling better meant I am looking better as well. At least my own image of myself is getting better looking. Ha, that sounds really conceited. With that Kadence and I recently had pictures done with Brandy Roberts from Brandy Roberts Photography <a href="http://www.brandyrobertsphotography.com/">http://www.brandyrobertsphotography.com/</a>. I LOVE Brandy. She is not only a friend but an AMAZING photographer! She is so versatile from photographing babies, which is not cake walk, to shooting weddings. Everything she does is phenomenal!! If anyway wants or needs and pictures done she is the one to go to. Plus her prices are out of this world.</span></div><div><span style="color:#999900;">LOVE YOU BRANDY & THANK YOU!!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#999900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#999900;">Anyhow, I'll have those photos uploaded as soon as I receive them, but in the meantime check 'em out at Brandy's Website, the link is above, or on facebook <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Brandy-Roberts-Photography/400586315990">http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Brandy-Roberts-Photography/400586315990</a>. </span></div><div><span style="color:#999900;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#999900;">PS everyone, I don't now about you but, I am SO ready for the Holidays to be here!!! Bring it on the cooler weather, the heavier foods, sweaters, boots, AH I just love it!! Stay tuned for those photos to be uploaded!!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUwT-ttfwho6x_yjSv28aqj6OqXOTc1LlcaiQQvTe0xf6JjlWsQ7_kfrcvmiF6x5NcKH4nbIYBu8wl2G80zC3Y58l-Wrhcpcw95jmB_EmEtc4530hXI4J8DleLwtlzjQ0Htt-PnAMHa0e/s1600/73272_493760070990_400586315990_7560220_3187457_n.jpg"><span></span></a><div></div>Rem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298419805168352591.post-39068773325066945862010-11-01T09:45:00.000-07:002010-11-03T23:52:49.750-07:00Getting Healthy AND Happy<span style="color:#993300;">I swear I have been telling myself, "I'm going to lose some weight, eat healthier, work out, Etc. Etc" since <strong>forever.</strong> Since early September or maybe late August, just around the time I found out I was going in for knee surgery number 2, I really told myself this time I am going to get myself healthy. Not by any FAD, but plain 'ol hard work. No time limits and no crazy food limitations. I did however get a jump start with this whole thing, since some recent health issues, I was referred to a Healthy Habits clinic and prescribed 'Phentramine.' <em>Not to be confused with Fen-Phen. Phentramine is a dietary appetite suppressant, however Fen-Phen was pulled from the shelves due to the FDA finding that certain ingredients, fenfluramine along with dexfenfluramine, were causing potentially life threatening heart problems</em>. Anyhow they prescribe that I take it for 8 weeks along with some diet counseling. I wasn't too hip on taking something to help me lose weight, but man did it work. I didn't take it for about 4 weeks cause of my surgery and the complications that could have arisen from the phentramine and my narcotics. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">I started my life change the beginning of September at a weight of 187lbs. WOW it's actually really hard to leave there for EVERYONE to read. But there it is folks. In the two months of eating a <em>little</em> better, light exercise, and the help of the phentramine, I am now down to 167lbs! YAHOO!! I'm starting to feel better not only about my image but about myself as a whole. I never thought that I was so self conscious about my weight, but I really was. It effected everything. Not that the lower the weight I'm at the happier I am, but the fact that being so heavy has a lot of health risks. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Kadence and I haven't really told anyone but a close friend this but, in late August I had a miscarriage. I didn't even think I could get pregnant seeing how I was on birth control, an IUD. I guess when it is supposed to happen it will happen. It was hard at first thinking of all the possibilities that could have changed our lives. I felt like it was my fault, as if I had done something wrong. But really these things happen. Most of the time for no known reason. However when a doctor looks at you and says your weight could have had something to do with it, you take it to heart. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">So the goal isn't to get to any certain weight, but to get myself healthy <u><strong>and</strong></u> happy. Heck I'm more than half way there!!</span>Rem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298419805168352591.post-71350518467966693382010-10-31T14:28:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:54:48.506-07:00Weird Couple of MonthsIt's been a while since I just sat down and said, "I'm going to write, everything I'm feeling." Here I am. It has really been a weird couple of months. That's not true, it's been a weird month. Kadence got out of the Active Duty, it's been a whole month since my surgery, and working way to much on my part.<br /><br />October 4th 2010 our 2 year wedding anniversary, also the day Kadence was officially out of Active Duty Air Force. It's strange to think we have been married for two years, it really does seem like yesterday and forever ago that it happened. It was a little nerve racking trying to figure out our new plan. Was he going to go guard, stay home and go to school, get a new "real" job? So many things to figure out. He did go Guard, Idaho Air National Guard. It's going to be a great new change for him, a new job and schooling. I'm extremely excited for him. Now for him to head to Tech school. BLAH! It will be a long couple of months with out him.<br /><br />I had surgery on my right knee in September. It's now been over a month since it all happened. It's amazing how you can not only SEE the difference but the difference I feel just a few weeks after they went in a fixed everything. I had an Anterior Tibial Tubercle Transfer. Which in regular English means, they broke my tibia from where it would normally hit my knee to about 5 inches down, moved it about half an inch to the right, and screwed it back into place with 3 Screws. This was all done because the alignment of my knee wasn't correct. This is the second surgery I have had on this knee. I do however have a fantastic doctor who thinks this surgery should be the last for the next 6-10 years! YAY! AND he says I should be able to run again! YAHOO!! Marathons here I come!!<br /><br />Having had such a speedy recovery meant I went back to work a little sooner as well. I was going a little stir crazy though. But, working two jobs keeps me plenty busy. I have the funnest night job ever, Brews Brothers Pub. I really do love working at the bar, it's not only a laid back place, but the clientele are fun and my bosses are great! Who wouldn't like working there. Plus I only work 3 nights a week, just enough to keep me busy and put some extra moolah in my pocket! I do still work at Macaroni Grill. I'm the Catering Supervisor, Developing host and server, and as of recent events I am the go to for paperwork anything. I really love working for Macaroni Grill, it's a sick obsession I believe. With both jobs, on average I work anywhere from 70-90 hours a week. I'm kept busy which is what I like.<br /><br />Along with work Kadence and I have started Rosetta Stone Dutch. I'm excited to learn or re-learn the language of my Oma and Opa, or Pake and Beppe. HAHA It's going to be a lot of fun learning together, something we can pass on to our kids. Well there you have it, the past month or so all right here for ya! I am going to keep this updated more, it will keep me on track with everything that's on my mind. See ya next time!Rem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298419805168352591.post-1484767716477564972009-05-12T23:10:00.000-07:002009-05-12T23:53:23.924-07:00The Question of the Day<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Question of the Day.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today like most days working with Elias, there is a question of the day. Most days they are funny or out of the left field. Today, however, was different. The question, If you could obtain the ability to have the knowledge of ONE specific career, what would it be? </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Most answers were boarder line funny, or from dreams. For instance, being a ship captain. Not today's ship captain, but the captains of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yester</span>-years, Pirate captain. For Elias he couldn't even answer his own question. He being a musician, I would have assumed he would want to be a pro. Myself on the other hand knew exactly what I would obtain. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">I would obtain the knowledge to be an Neurologist. From the time people start to ask, "What do you want to be when you grow up?", I knew what I wanted to be, a 'Brain Doctor'. The most logical reason for me to want to be this kind of doctor, and to be so set in my way at such a young age, I give to having the sister, Whitney, I had.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Not many people know this, mostly because I don't share it as openly as I used to. But, I had a sister. My sister wasn't the typical older sister. Whitney was one of eight in the world. I say that very set in my words. Whitney couldn't do the simple things we take for granted every day. She couldn't walk, talk, shoot she couldn't eat solid foods. She had a feeding tube, and hip displacement, 'Grand maul seizures' on a regular basis. Even through all of this, my sister was the person I looked up to.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">It was hard having friends growing up with a sister like Whitney. First they give you the look like 'Oh My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gah</span>! You're starving her.' You tell them not to worry, 'she's been like that forever.' The kids will try to adjust to having such an attraction around, you will play and have a good time until the seizures start. You then again have to let them know there is nothing to worry about, that 'the screaming will subside in a few minutes.' It was almost impossible to have a sleep over. Kids couldn't handle it, I think most of them thought what my sister had was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">contagious</span>. I never had a problem with how Whitney was. I loved to play with, well on her. I would braid her hair, or read her a story. I would tell myself that when I asked her questions she would blink for yes, when in reality that was next to impossible. </span><span style="font-size:130%;">My sister, ugh I keep typing my sister. It's always been hard to say or type her name. Whitney died when I was 10 years old. I didn't come out of my room that night, or the next day. I didn't cry until the funeral, and not until the pastor man read the note I wrote to her. I didn't go in to see her, or say goodbye before she was cremated. I thought what I was doing was making it easier on myself. I'll let you know if losing a sibling gets easier when or if it ever does.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">I look back now and think that, if only I would have been more focused, I would be on my way to becoming the doctor I once wanted to be. That darn question of the day, made me think that it's too late. But at the same time is it ever really too late. I don't believe I want to be a Neurologist anymore. It would only make me want to search for something in my past, to maybe, just maybe know what it was my sister had. And was it preventable, or curable even. I'll never know. In better words, I don't want to know. What I do know is that I had the greatest sister anyone could ever ask for. The most amazing growing experiences any child could ever be given. All because Whitney was one of eight in the world. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's quite bizarre how a simple question, like 'the one of the day,' can make you think of so many things, past, future and present.</span></div><div align="center"> </div>Rem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298419805168352591.post-68148667816968180352009-05-08T05:30:00.000-07:002009-05-08T07:47:58.663-07:00The First Blog.. Dun Dun Dun<div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaZCgtAKnTMDEG5HJFLZjTEo_NNozYi-Uhb7XUIbfKk3O921M2503EQffSMeHjzLnXrsV1QcVdACaILOg6UZo9ZzY4VasYbqTMKhlTyVNTfC8S_do7ulDxR3F6CyUt3Gdf3hejDrz_iK6/s1600-h/l_48407b3d141879026ba9733904fb3d53.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333454574725903186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaZCgtAKnTMDEG5HJFLZjTEo_NNozYi-Uhb7XUIbfKk3O921M2503EQffSMeHjzLnXrsV1QcVdACaILOg6UZo9ZzY4VasYbqTMKhlTyVNTfC8S_do7ulDxR3F6CyUt3Gdf3hejDrz_iK6/s320/l_48407b3d141879026ba9733904fb3d53.jpg" border="0" /></a> Weightless in love...unraveling<br /><div align="center">For all that's to come </div><div align="center">And all that's ever been<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahh</span>, married life. Who would have thought that by 21 and 23 we'd be married, own two cars, a HOUSE, and be well on our way to being the best couple we can be for each other. Thus is life. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Three years and counting.</div><div align="left">I didn't quite realize what had happened when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kadence</span> and I had first met, after months of telling a friend we weren't going on a blind date with one another. I have to say after our first 'date' I had fallen pretty hard. Then again how could you not fall for a man who was not only kind, but had chivalrous manners, and the most mesmerizing eyes.<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">Those eyes still give me butterflies, especially waking up every morning with them to greet me. Today, like every day,I get a kiss '<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">good morning</span>.' But today is not like everyday. Today, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kade</span> is leaving. Not for long, but long enough. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kade</span> will be in Utah for a week on 'Exercise' for the military. As much as I don't like being away from my husband, I can't say this week will be entirely bad. The sun is shining, I work all weekend/week long, plus I get some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">quality</span> 'Me' time. I wont be totally secluded here alone. I do have our Dog Bronson,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2x_CFWB1rEKkcFHrdWk-wNkK_JwtadKyog1_8OJUQodjzZojTRa2fWkQPsEgjoW6OLp3M38ClMeUtGOsPkWV1WAU4sFQi60trqU8AqrYjh0XUvnfTl1FJMiYm-CCUu4KBcwSTdFJk23HD/s1600-h/n501592020_2198404_383562.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333460446008406258" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2x_CFWB1rEKkcFHrdWk-wNkK_JwtadKyog1_8OJUQodjzZojTRa2fWkQPsEgjoW6OLp3M38ClMeUtGOsPkWV1WAU4sFQi60trqU8AqrYjh0XUvnfTl1FJMiYm-CCUu4KBcwSTdFJk23HD/s200/n501592020_2198404_383562.jpg" border="0" /></a> and our cat Darth,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI13ZcvNVQ3eB7Wb3O7IPEcdp6dRzT3IrIdQ27mBfnRMzJvXuvUqmOt61sWKwMo8XyslvOyG6P_JaQDrBdAMtztmmKo3PNqDC8siv8iNTVReLKmzzb-a_ZK9D2yJg04NpriRxKVo27oajk/s1600-h/n501592020_2039347_112069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333460833061442322" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI13ZcvNVQ3eB7Wb3O7IPEcdp6dRzT3IrIdQ27mBfnRMzJvXuvUqmOt61sWKwMo8XyslvOyG6P_JaQDrBdAMtztmmKo3PNqDC8siv8iNTVReLKmzzb-a_ZK9D2yJg04NpriRxKVo27oajk/s200/n501592020_2039347_112069.jpg" border="0" /></a>. They both have SO much personality. Sometimes I don't know what to do with them. But they are our kids, got to love them. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Bronson is an Alaskan Husky. AKA a Sled dog, Wolf hybrid. He has a lot of energy, but even more love. He isn't quite aware of his size. He thinks he's a lap dog. Who knows if he'll ever realize he's HUGE. Bronson is 6 months old this week and already weighs 50lbs. I can't wait to see just how big he gets. We are putting Bronson in Sled training this fall. Maybe,just maybe that will get him to calm down a bit. Darth on the other hand, is our second dog. Technically he was our first. But he's not really a dog. He's an american short hair. He's 4 years old now. You'd never guess. Darth acts like a dog, he plays fetch, he'll sit when you tell him to. Plus with his size you'd think he was a dog. Darth is quite over weight, he weighs about 20lbs! Fat Cat. We've got him on a diet now. We'll see how he does. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">It's been a journey so far. I can't wait to see what the next 50 years brings us. Until next time, this was fun...<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div></div></div>Rem & Kadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593625415655110455noreply@blogger.com1