tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92066242263966104712024-02-20T01:02:37.114-08:00For Fishy FansDana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-59014205240529743032015-03-06T13:16:00.001-08:002015-03-06T13:19:01.891-08:00The oldest debate...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>The debate that's been going on forever...does the baby look like mom or dad. While at my parents last night we were having the debate yet again on who Afton looked like, so I came home and found some old pictures of me and this was the result. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZA2nEjHbytqXHn7tdZCzsPU4StxAPgpjfijRACzJwvgSFocJ95exilIsyEufLuEOAxjQPKUN1I7ywlMsOCUV49weKzxgTX7j3n4tDoY2Z4RjFvNGA0SnX7HSwh9HxMfteObNczM0e2RM/s640/blogger-image-1444091985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZA2nEjHbytqXHn7tdZCzsPU4StxAPgpjfijRACzJwvgSFocJ95exilIsyEufLuEOAxjQPKUN1I7ywlMsOCUV49weKzxgTX7j3n4tDoY2Z4RjFvNGA0SnX7HSwh9HxMfteObNczM0e2RM/s640/blogger-image-1444091985.jpg"></a></div> <div>Poor Jesse is left out because both our kids are my spitting image. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NA46U35Gcr8n7pIRf8W7my9aa-t33nyN76Uc8UzMr3bBj7xgRQksn4o99dgvHKcYeisLdWac093R3WLkP6Kur9H-osfEeAuFCGTAWozkA7CsgpfYBZ0SchWOjHJfXvQbFacd-hI6dT4/s640/blogger-image-359753597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NA46U35Gcr8n7pIRf8W7my9aa-t33nyN76Uc8UzMr3bBj7xgRQksn4o99dgvHKcYeisLdWac093R3WLkP6Kur9H-osfEeAuFCGTAWozkA7CsgpfYBZ0SchWOjHJfXvQbFacd-hI6dT4/s640/blogger-image-359753597.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Which means obviously they look like each other! They are so stinking cute if I do say so myself!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAHAo9Ow9H6ue8Gw4HcmL3i47DsBDSrcTnaAUKk3oYXn_kAEqKbEILkuQF7rM2Eu_ZHAldXq5WeEuRNTAy3hTa9gV3MGrjjwLH99Taz6msKO6_jJkLZY871DYwdgGu357QPvp1VAUoW4/s640/blogger-image-711134710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAHAo9Ow9H6ue8Gw4HcmL3i47DsBDSrcTnaAUKk3oYXn_kAEqKbEILkuQF7rM2Eu_ZHAldXq5WeEuRNTAy3hTa9gV3MGrjjwLH99Taz6msKO6_jJkLZY871DYwdgGu357QPvp1VAUoW4/s640/blogger-image-711134710.jpg"></a></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-75845331587644953092014-09-26T10:27:00.001-07:002014-09-26T10:27:38.827-07:00Jace update July to September 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXUrbwfQBz5YEg418By34XI4JdVdXV0u1UL04iqrkwb1ecEfnE4dZ5FE39kCoKXRkpE2pfN7TEd0U0IQ85kIH4ecWD-ZJFfn6QWLQtpCKS8qic8xjrzcAnF8Z_Qa69BNiPBaP5CkR-Rc/s640/blogger-image--1615034763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXUrbwfQBz5YEg418By34XI4JdVdXV0u1UL04iqrkwb1ecEfnE4dZ5FE39kCoKXRkpE2pfN7TEd0U0IQ85kIH4ecWD-ZJFfn6QWLQtpCKS8qic8xjrzcAnF8Z_Qa69BNiPBaP5CkR-Rc/s640/blogger-image--1615034763.jpg"></a></div>Jace is so stinking cute I can't even handle it sometimes but i swear he only turns on the charm right after doing something I want to kill him for! Haha I am kidding of course, but making jokes like that is kind of how I deal with the stress. I'll tell Jesse that his kid is buggin and I'm giving him away to the gypsies after he splashes in the toilet, poops in the bathtub, or runs away from me in public (prego momma doesn't run!). <div>Here is a quick update. Jace is incredibly active, he literally runs in circles and all over the place. Playing run away and being chased is his favorite game. He babbles a lot and he is getting better at communicating what he wants or needs. He loves when we put fritz on a leash and he can "walk" him around the front yard at the Fishers. His hand coordination has really developed and he can easily put milk lids into a diaper wipes box opening and he loves to do that over and over again. Something particularly adorable he has been doing is smiling as me while scrunching up his entire face, I hope I catch it on camera soon because it makes my day. He is still obsessed with stuffed animals, he loves them and hugs them and eats their faces. He also really loves cars, trucks and his scooter. Those are the main toys he plays with all day long. </div><div><br></div><div>I am conditioning him to like his Halloween costume which is a shark. He hates it but I put it on him and feed him fruit snacks and slowly he is hating it less 😃. I refuse to have a whiny crying kid on Halloween when he is supposed to be adorable and cute and get lots of compliments haha. </div><div>He is still very attached to daddy and when Jesse is here he wants nothing to do with me/ mom. Which can be difficult but also so sweet to see the adoration he has for Jesse. When Jesse is watching snowmobile videos he has to be right there on his lap watching too and when Jesse was doing construction to the house he had to have a hammer and be pounding the ground as close to Jesse as possible. It seriously melts my heart! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNHQ4kPk5WwyXRbteEt_I96bXA1y1-Zb7kA57JQLQF0xKn6qFS6LGZ2GljihGkIHCiWu48me3RnLGgnMW3A3wITxw8cutF9Z9_9HvfxJ8LI896t-IzrlDGo-xeHFwMvsyJTSlGG95ZwY/s640/blogger-image-1697890163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNHQ4kPk5WwyXRbteEt_I96bXA1y1-Zb7kA57JQLQF0xKn6qFS6LGZ2GljihGkIHCiWu48me3RnLGgnMW3A3wITxw8cutF9Z9_9HvfxJ8LI896t-IzrlDGo-xeHFwMvsyJTSlGG95ZwY/s640/blogger-image-1697890163.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNHQ4kPk5WwyXRbteEt_I96bXA1y1-Zb7kA57JQLQF0xKn6qFS6LGZ2GljihGkIHCiWu48me3RnLGgnMW3A3wITxw8cutF9Z9_9HvfxJ8LI896t-IzrlDGo-xeHFwMvsyJTSlGG95ZwY/s640/blogger-image-1697890163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFllTrAvNyml76U26SxUzdeKE-JyS_3FwS-HbJj7nEbrEHQUfojpNJldoZ4yBxEE9bYe8wk6Mhq-x3ZBR4Zh6m0NCp4Z5n4djzngWDRP__w8RbJMGOWekt5NRlG_bStY2IJzjBi4KPxJs/s640/blogger-image--1308231466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFllTrAvNyml76U26SxUzdeKE-JyS_3FwS-HbJj7nEbrEHQUfojpNJldoZ4yBxEE9bYe8wk6Mhq-x3ZBR4Zh6m0NCp4Z5n4djzngWDRP__w8RbJMGOWekt5NRlG_bStY2IJzjBi4KPxJs/s640/blogger-image--1308231466.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFllTrAvNyml76U26SxUzdeKE-JyS_3FwS-HbJj7nEbrEHQUfojpNJldoZ4yBxEE9bYe8wk6Mhq-x3ZBR4Zh6m0NCp4Z5n4djzngWDRP__w8RbJMGOWekt5NRlG_bStY2IJzjBi4KPxJs/s640/blogger-image--1308231466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsO8r34QBixWElZYyxsTAroiuzqQriMT_KdWLhu4pzmU8O9suvoFKU73MvvRsqd20r7W5sr_WlGDey4ziREktR7F5skyb4SEIw_0uWpem0Tz5hgdRAuN47ni3oP1rkUjQaZcOhb2AxF0/s640/blogger-image--1941650960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsO8r34QBixWElZYyxsTAroiuzqQriMT_KdWLhu4pzmU8O9suvoFKU73MvvRsqd20r7W5sr_WlGDey4ziREktR7F5skyb4SEIw_0uWpem0Tz5hgdRAuN47ni3oP1rkUjQaZcOhb2AxF0/s640/blogger-image--1941650960.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsO8r34QBixWElZYyxsTAroiuzqQriMT_KdWLhu4pzmU8O9suvoFKU73MvvRsqd20r7W5sr_WlGDey4ziREktR7F5skyb4SEIw_0uWpem0Tz5hgdRAuN47ni3oP1rkUjQaZcOhb2AxF0/s640/blogger-image--1941650960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihueIJ5MaWPlLyv0e4EwjpB5IsUTpK7RxrnLp34GY7fFgB7XbQIHNzfH80jn6je5XOTkPi9QsT9xgIY_BaiR8ppamDSwb0IBof5m6ADLXIdp4wmf1NVJuY7tP_aST2Q-YC17uyaMqelYQ/s640/blogger-image-1175555443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihueIJ5MaWPlLyv0e4EwjpB5IsUTpK7RxrnLp34GY7fFgB7XbQIHNzfH80jn6je5XOTkPi9QsT9xgIY_BaiR8ppamDSwb0IBof5m6ADLXIdp4wmf1NVJuY7tP_aST2Q-YC17uyaMqelYQ/s640/blogger-image-1175555443.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div><br></div><div>Till next time....</div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-79180907578195304642014-07-29T15:11:00.001-07:002014-09-26T10:20:42.584-07:00Jace over a year old<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Jace loves dancing , chillin with dad or on his rocking chair, playing music on any of his toys or stealing someone's phone for their music. Jace loves stuffed animals and carries them around hugging and playing with them and biting their faces. He does this annoying thing where he turns his bottle upside down and purposefully spills the milk out onto the ground and he loves how much it drives me crazy. He can say a few words; mom/ momma/ ma, da, dana (duh na), wow, vroom, roof, bye, grandma (grah mah). He loves water and enjoys boating but doesn't like the life jacket or when Jesse goes too fast. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01n5MID0aQqrBkta5jgLKf17vg7NKDveUChwPxI7scUGw3ruZucvHBj7EJE04_h80sgQ7S1HBy0eqsOtIaBbl2ofhB3WVpdCq-FaSBYPZJTeAZRRIJXhBm1lrSpkzm8e3wP4Sm57Akqo/s640/blogger-image-1603893937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01n5MID0aQqrBkta5jgLKf17vg7NKDveUChwPxI7scUGw3ruZucvHBj7EJE04_h80sgQ7S1HBy0eqsOtIaBbl2ofhB3WVpdCq-FaSBYPZJTeAZRRIJXhBm1lrSpkzm8e3wP4Sm57Akqo/s640/blogger-image-1603893937.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01n5MID0aQqrBkta5jgLKf17vg7NKDveUChwPxI7scUGw3ruZucvHBj7EJE04_h80sgQ7S1HBy0eqsOtIaBbl2ofhB3WVpdCq-FaSBYPZJTeAZRRIJXhBm1lrSpkzm8e3wP4Sm57Akqo/s640/blogger-image-1603893937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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We went out several times while he was home and had such a blast. We had so much fun in the sun with the wind blowing through our hair (Jesse's not so much haha) Jesse loves to go really fast but jace didn't so Jace and I would hang out in the lil cabin up front and play or cuddle. The water was still so cold but it didn't stop us from getting in a lot. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDOgw7iyyWKCYH0C1m-b4Efhi-GFlWgeVI7uFTyBqVUHvyD3LPkEzPU7Rg56VxAln9nHosjb-JwNgwop00DlY3KFmid95IHi-gEMQktVaZdsxvwjiFZn9RiKnFklEU4lFmJt6PzcZlw8/s640/blogger-image--1476947397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDOgw7iyyWKCYH0C1m-b4Efhi-GFlWgeVI7uFTyBqVUHvyD3LPkEzPU7Rg56VxAln9nHosjb-JwNgwop00DlY3KFmid95IHi-gEMQktVaZdsxvwjiFZn9RiKnFklEU4lFmJt6PzcZlw8/s640/blogger-image--1476947397.jpg"></a>We did a lot of other fun things while Jesse was here including the scera pool and cowabunga bay and just hanging out with our awesome families! I love love love the summer and this visit with Jesse has been so ridiculously amazing. I'm so happy I get to have him as my husband, best friend and father of my sweet baby boy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4inltuwf9owMeZncIdJ4IsTzOKA3W8QT_3-lfaRD-t3S3e-EFtnauFRjkkTWGFmJIfZ54cklLu5-x1QgN6B4oO4edEERxfHANwsW5KH2vsownplTZlR-coVigYjrYTlJVxmb7vcH4nPw/s640/blogger-image-453758338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4inltuwf9owMeZncIdJ4IsTzOKA3W8QT_3-lfaRD-t3S3e-EFtnauFRjkkTWGFmJIfZ54cklLu5-x1QgN6B4oO4edEERxfHANwsW5KH2vsownplTZlR-coVigYjrYTlJVxmb7vcH4nPw/s640/blogger-image-453758338.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4inltuwf9owMeZncIdJ4IsTzOKA3W8QT_3-lfaRD-t3S3e-EFtnauFRjkkTWGFmJIfZ54cklLu5-x1QgN6B4oO4edEERxfHANwsW5KH2vsownplTZlR-coVigYjrYTlJVxmb7vcH4nPw/s640/blogger-image-453758338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxboMoVy8I1r2BiFSaxdzspJ_XewZ4cqTdi2yrpGQFIPEBJPtmnuU1arGtYe_Zh59G1KeFvRKBqTPiHCCHAX-8i_WZEOrg52ZKVUchfYKzoo6m6iqwIsXK0Y93ema5fItsprhb8Ponxo/s640/blogger-image--562201226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxboMoVy8I1r2BiFSaxdzspJ_XewZ4cqTdi2yrpGQFIPEBJPtmnuU1arGtYe_Zh59G1KeFvRKBqTPiHCCHAX-8i_WZEOrg52ZKVUchfYKzoo6m6iqwIsXK0Y93ema5fItsprhb8Ponxo/s640/blogger-image--562201226.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-35824149048220292722014-05-21T13:59:00.001-07:002014-09-26T10:27:40.062-07:00Jesse's visit in MayJesse got home the day before Mother's Day and it was such a treat to get to sleep in on Mother's Day and have his help withJace. Jace was very happy to have him home because daddy can do some fun stuff that pregnant worn out mommy can't haha. We had a really good time just relaxing and hanging out at home. But we also did quite a few fun things like hang out with friends and famh and of course ate out a lot. We would get yummy food and go eat it in the canyon because the weather was so beautiful. One time we got subway and right as I was finishing I got so nauseous that I lost everything and we had to go get me more food cause my poor belly was so empty. We spent a lot of time hanging out with family just talking and laughing. Jesse thinks he is so funny and his family thinks he is hilarious too. Maybe cause I'm the butt of the joke a lot I think he's funny but don't laugh as much haha. We went to Scheels this huge sporting goods store and it was really cool and was so big we got tired before finishing exploring so we'll have to go check that out again sometime. We took jace to the rec center which was fun cause there was hardly anyone there so we could be loud and crazy :) our anniversary on the 19th was pretty chill we just went to dinner and had some nice alone time. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVefSLdi5M-6S7plZMikLK9lk9FXsR7gqHm4sBrV4L4BmAsUAp7PRImJqnWNtN44RWeiYdBDjmSh_1liUz5JVIZidV2XIl3PK9tzTrX0JBxVVDwA_1IYgtjy9XWTl4USlrP09cETAUOZM/s640/blogger-image--311317769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVefSLdi5M-6S7plZMikLK9lk9FXsR7gqHm4sBrV4L4BmAsUAp7PRImJqnWNtN44RWeiYdBDjmSh_1liUz5JVIZidV2XIl3PK9tzTrX0JBxVVDwA_1IYgtjy9XWTl4USlrP09cETAUOZM/s640/blogger-image--311317769.jpg"></a></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-48702776265147336722014-04-07T18:48:00.001-07:002014-05-21T14:00:23.777-07:0010 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3tKlmuJhiacdSsoySUyWiS2OxLsdc6Bmh2RjbwkrFkbDQnPCLzueX0uiNnCzJLmy1_mDSQpkxO9IXUPGedihDc7g-AeTdutgKZb5GbgBpO-2ku6whvoAVx2xgCArOdqW6JAe1S76ypw/s640/blogger-image--561971186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3tKlmuJhiacdSsoySUyWiS2OxLsdc6Bmh2RjbwkrFkbDQnPCLzueX0uiNnCzJLmy1_mDSQpkxO9IXUPGedihDc7g-AeTdutgKZb5GbgBpO-2ku6whvoAVx2xgCArOdqW6JAe1S76ypw/s640/blogger-image--561971186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8Lw9CUuUVkYKWBuY0isvbt9G_UK4V2Ov5IVt0Jx70_APskO6KVPF_mwkMKevcv4vguN-hmrSSfGxrYrblyryvQMs6esreIDQJcROASFhwn9swZlRoNLTRNixilTLgKFFr2pfjvaAfzY/s640/blogger-image-6059777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br></div>Jace is ten months old and as crazy as ever! I looked at him while he was on Jesse's shoulders and made a weird face and growled at him which made him smile and go nuts. It made me realize that he is weird cause I am weird :). He is walking all over the place... As long as he has something to hold onto haha. Jesse said, " he has the side step down, he could side step to China!" He has been very needy of me for the last while,<br>he basically only wants me and no one else and he almost always has to see me or be near me. I'm ok with it cause he is so cute I can't get enough of him! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8R4kxGVT2cRDXkMK-0Xrd9uh4xTWRnQodABy3HnDhtY40YaxxQZt-YdD0L7W78zDQCuZFGixpA-Qe-uwgDoIUqChHTzmYUZQFtAEdp9Y1bnAM5E3QU-I_NBpN3KxN57PgABlWHh85mk/s640/blogger-image--695242954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8R4kxGVT2cRDXkMK-0Xrd9uh4xTWRnQodABy3HnDhtY40YaxxQZt-YdD0L7W78zDQCuZFGixpA-Qe-uwgDoIUqChHTzmYUZQFtAEdp9Y1bnAM5E3QU-I_NBpN3KxN57PgABlWHh85mk/s640/blogger-image--695242954.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8R4kxGVT2cRDXkMK-0Xrd9uh4xTWRnQodABy3HnDhtY40YaxxQZt-YdD0L7W78zDQCuZFGixpA-Qe-uwgDoIUqChHTzmYUZQFtAEdp9Y1bnAM5E3QU-I_NBpN3KxN57PgABlWHh85mk/s640/blogger-image--695242954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Du80l40miFX51qbnJOSrDER0HtVXf9Di1Ju0Xyofj447cr0NXeFZ4oLBEMrASnidOj1xOdyOquDxH-AH8QjieikKnqORBP3CLvYeuR6ULWGb6t-tPFXMw3jimXDjsyxthN4l9bCDbmA/s640/blogger-image-1067652915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Du80l40miFX51qbnJOSrDER0HtVXf9Di1Ju0Xyofj447cr0NXeFZ4oLBEMrASnidOj1xOdyOquDxH-AH8QjieikKnqORBP3CLvYeuR6ULWGb6t-tPFXMw3jimXDjsyxthN4l9bCDbmA/s640/blogger-image-1067652915.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8R4kxGVT2cRDXkMK-0Xrd9uh4xTWRnQodABy3HnDhtY40YaxxQZt-YdD0L7W78zDQCuZFGixpA-Qe-uwgDoIUqChHTzmYUZQFtAEdp9Y1bnAM5E3QU-I_NBpN3KxN57PgABlWHh85mk/s640/blogger-image--695242954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhday_CIx3zFZDU_ukxCBhoX8__WpC3idLRLksBlgch2vuqbK4_oP9DLpFw_-cEnmaL8xV1TNhSP_1FSZ6SdnP6XgkfWV5OWXgOad4umrF_nhj2f5YVjE3rV1VXCch8YwIe8Zx2QoMBlKI/s640/blogger-image-1069118785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhday_CIx3zFZDU_ukxCBhoX8__WpC3idLRLksBlgch2vuqbK4_oP9DLpFw_-cEnmaL8xV1TNhSP_1FSZ6SdnP6XgkfWV5OWXgOad4umrF_nhj2f5YVjE3rV1VXCch8YwIe8Zx2QoMBlKI/s640/blogger-image-1069118785.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhday_CIx3zFZDU_ukxCBhoX8__WpC3idLRLksBlgch2vuqbK4_oP9DLpFw_-cEnmaL8xV1TNhSP_1FSZ6SdnP6XgkfWV5OWXgOad4umrF_nhj2f5YVjE3rV1VXCch8YwIe8Zx2QoMBlKI/s640/blogger-image-1069118785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zSXM4WSF5a8Xbh_zmt1v9cZoASTb1Tj5xqAFbx3nwo-YlpULogJQuM8yGyaSmsVe1MBPGoYZnLZS907NppNqDKrhz5-ltzeoNH9hBaHtpZRxok8mz2KsK5X2OdHdxKqE7Go6F2gvcLw/s640/blogger-image--863060967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zSXM4WSF5a8Xbh_zmt1v9cZoASTb1Tj5xqAFbx3nwo-YlpULogJQuM8yGyaSmsVe1MBPGoYZnLZS907NppNqDKrhz5-ltzeoNH9hBaHtpZRxok8mz2KsK5X2OdHdxKqE7Go6F2gvcLw/s640/blogger-image--863060967.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-6248999687402663672014-02-15T08:52:00.001-08:002014-02-15T08:52:00.499-08:008 months old<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Jace is eight months old ! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNUQCUAsRToDJsAhxtFNQTB1vIPivVEkNChi_TGyFA7wGUhvS1XDEYDeZ58jMuSjIBtolEO4NwIqLaewfJO24b89JiYAcRHp-8HqexHb6I5qKIey3UtjwtlF05-8FtZ2KQ9EUWSzI4ho/s640/blogger-image-1465137960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNUQCUAsRToDJsAhxtFNQTB1vIPivVEkNChi_TGyFA7wGUhvS1XDEYDeZ58jMuSjIBtolEO4NwIqLaewfJO24b89JiYAcRHp-8HqexHb6I5qKIey3UtjwtlF05-8FtZ2KQ9EUWSzI4ho/s640/blogger-image-1465137960.jpg"></a></div>He is so fun and crazy, I'm so glad I get to be with him all the time and really witness all the funny exciting things he does. I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">want to document a few things I have noticed that are small but I want to remember. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He really studies objects, he turns them over and over studying them from every angle. He does this silly thing where he lifts the object up above his head in a circle still staring and studying it. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZLB4n9sxMYnRZ2pFAbZWpLPpNStKXHg2dnuMyBLwm9GRfd2buV8CsFYXW8wndtrR7NT5mtvKE81eRRYgRL3hOhmUs25Kvgg7VIPzmVXf5iKXN5raqsIBqnAjdeEmdY-o1BhavzMRwKM/s640/blogger-image-63492184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZLB4n9sxMYnRZ2pFAbZWpLPpNStKXHg2dnuMyBLwm9GRfd2buV8CsFYXW8wndtrR7NT5mtvKE81eRRYgRL3hOhmUs25Kvgg7VIPzmVXf5iKXN5raqsIBqnAjdeEmdY-o1BhavzMRwKM/s640/blogger-image-63492184.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He growls a lot and sometimes it sounds like a zombie and freaks me out, but mostly it is adorable. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxahelLuLXaKr4fgpRHzuta7FGfTNI2cmDuOV8KNC3z2TVRwhQb0XuciW3mH8lCnoiZZ31E7nJcea5D2tgSW6TQHHbtJCnO081j7698BLTGAqoZ9uvSu_tN-XhRvEBZEzpqtgOqX9I5c/s640/blogger-image--1155566800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxahelLuLXaKr4fgpRHzuta7FGfTNI2cmDuOV8KNC3z2TVRwhQb0XuciW3mH8lCnoiZZ31E7nJcea5D2tgSW6TQHHbtJCnO081j7698BLTGAqoZ9uvSu_tN-XhRvEBZEzpqtgOqX9I5c/s640/blogger-image--1155566800.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Now that he can crawl he follows me everywhere. When he is in his walker he follows me, it can really hurt my ankles because he just keeps bashing into me so he can be as close to me as possible! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiciqVgT_nqDCP1Z48QAGCPGmvuT6tyLPzjbxzt9CFvXIfjLvZasHINwafIRaQmEgB9ge4Mc3BXqeWV4kEn0RH7v2XNQfbYXD47mHaiHOugFCfKBJ4AFxDyfXEUpYa9XNPZAGH-04pF_9c/s640/blogger-image--354447803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiciqVgT_nqDCP1Z48QAGCPGmvuT6tyLPzjbxzt9CFvXIfjLvZasHINwafIRaQmEgB9ge4Mc3BXqeWV4kEn0RH7v2XNQfbYXD47mHaiHOugFCfKBJ4AFxDyfXEUpYa9XNPZAGH-04pF_9c/s640/blogger-image--354447803.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am so lucky to have such a happy and healthy baby. He has had a rough time lately because he is pulling himself up to standing which means falling down a lot and bumping his head. It scares me so bad, but I do appreciate all the love and hugs I'm getting out of it. Also he has been a little sad about the pain of some teeth coming in. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpraL5NxAJloRUbicUS9qB_jyyiDPrnd7gVrtfk5yWz3PfVAyQOgzKznv7WVl6V5cdIHrDTS666OV_nqcEcsAZzQB_CQMUHt36-Z8CUGx56k1SLKr8UiJbFOF2FqFJEABtzfa9nKmOmf4/s640/blogger-image-1250561764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpraL5NxAJloRUbicUS9qB_jyyiDPrnd7gVrtfk5yWz3PfVAyQOgzKznv7WVl6V5cdIHrDTS666OV_nqcEcsAZzQB_CQMUHt36-Z8CUGx56k1SLKr8UiJbFOF2FqFJEABtzfa9nKmOmf4/s640/blogger-image-1250561764.jpg"></a></div>Overall he is a super happy, sweet, crazy about life little boy and I'm so glad I get to be his momma! Oh another funny thing is that when I sing the song Bohemian Rhapsody dramatically he hates it and cries almost every time...which I find hilarious. </div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-79135928919483286912014-01-20T07:42:00.001-08:002014-01-20T07:42:10.134-08:00I like to move it, move it<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKHCMtWjCm9KUARpPQ73fyIrfFaCJrm9E0dAqR6Q18rVU11jUrHHLH6h9aOlOUpoNElQobkADlVnoqj2-bRA0bOmrTjai_TnrGyDwN4HQMD9BZZnJakrUsVtZBxu6aSshw5CGtAD2m0Y/s640/blogger-image-966062195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKHCMtWjCm9KUARpPQ73fyIrfFaCJrm9E0dAqR6Q18rVU11jUrHHLH6h9aOlOUpoNElQobkADlVnoqj2-bRA0bOmrTjai_TnrGyDwN4HQMD9BZZnJakrUsVtZBxu6aSshw5CGtAD2m0Y/s640/blogger-image-966062195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDWi9Fah96kUGbwtKvpvRu8LNIt6FlH1YHrCQXyQEagW5HZaXXov2FblmNWwd4aKo7M0DpS-cvi3yumOiMbpPtBUtZNmdGgd18nGVqFrJntWcas5i3nka3e_q1Ef3sRKzOh_1UcPLtfs/s640/blogger-image--1610500378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDWi9Fah96kUGbwtKvpvRu8LNIt6FlH1YHrCQXyQEagW5HZaXXov2FblmNWwd4aKo7M0DpS-cvi3yumOiMbpPtBUtZNmdGgd18nGVqFrJntWcas5i3nka3e_q1Ef3sRKzOh_1UcPLtfs/s640/blogger-image--1610500378.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKHCMtWjCm9KUARpPQ73fyIrfFaCJrm9E0dAqR6Q18rVU11jUrHHLH6h9aOlOUpoNElQobkADlVnoqj2-bRA0bOmrTjai_TnrGyDwN4HQMD9BZZnJakrUsVtZBxu6aSshw5CGtAD2m0Y/s640/blogger-image-966062195.jpg"></div>This kid is becoming very mobile. He can scooch backwards and can get to his bum on his own. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXkVHhW8RAbBRbtR4bOdHNFFD4zZLtVmrcx_sFmw_FjDNV2yxQAXRwMEnYzU88e8SbcSd8ZfQawyu274KH2cIDeGGgsPpUNwt6Yeclqhyphenhyphenorzsk49vwiRQZte0ObNwgDG8qNXbmNGAgRg/s640/blogger-image-1080033914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOXkVHhW8RAbBRbtR4bOdHNFFD4zZLtVmrcx_sFmw_FjDNV2yxQAXRwMEnYzU88e8SbcSd8ZfQawyu274KH2cIDeGGgsPpUNwt6Yeclqhyphenhyphenorzsk49vwiRQZte0ObNwgDG8qNXbmNGAgRg/s640/blogger-image-1080033914.jpg"></a></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-21084076309864095782013-12-11T12:51:00.001-08:002013-12-11T13:07:38.612-08:006 months old!Jace is six months old and I know how cliche is sounds but I simply can't believe how fast the time has gone by!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCN3hDSXcvWwcxQR8synUUITyfZNs7U01gkTjCvbe-M_EMgngI5D3pIhEBFBZrj4hfqFFli9MOvelcvW-uqLSfXgKkRoUyFvoVfJ192uJK8jL9rHZgo50yOKRB5hrOe-zZWBFixc5NM7c/s640/blogger-image-130136811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCN3hDSXcvWwcxQR8synUUITyfZNs7U01gkTjCvbe-M_EMgngI5D3pIhEBFBZrj4hfqFFli9MOvelcvW-uqLSfXgKkRoUyFvoVfJ192uJK8jL9rHZgo50yOKRB5hrOe-zZWBFixc5NM7c/s640/blogger-image-130136811.jpg"></a></div> He is getting so big and is developing really quickly right now. If you sit him on his bum he can sit up on his own for a while. He now turns over from his back to his belly, which for him is a big deal cause he hated being on his belly. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIOO-Aht47dCqzZpnyfptY4Z48XTXBjpt7h4zUIvP6-mv7MDld_QwbAfQ0LgsYowuDclNwhqqGA-uT-l2L_38eXM2X1H6yOWKJ_gy5cDjHaiWXVtLISx0UGA16fR-wm2Wuk2p-cM_O-MA/s640/blogger-image-925937710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIOO-Aht47dCqzZpnyfptY4Z48XTXBjpt7h4zUIvP6-mv7MDld_QwbAfQ0LgsYowuDclNwhqqGA-uT-l2L_38eXM2X1H6yOWKJ_gy5cDjHaiWXVtLISx0UGA16fR-wm2Wuk2p-cM_O-MA/s640/blogger-image-925937710.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I adore this little guy so much! He really is my best friend, we do so many fun things everyday. I enjoy reading to him and listening to him laugh, sometimes he snorts or sucks in air and it is ridiculously funny. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yesterday was his six month appointment and he is a tall and lean kid! My string bean got shots which are leaving him feeling icky and the doctor confirmed that he has some teeth coming in too so he is a sad little guy today, but is still such a happy smiley baby so I count myself lucky.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmUsUOMxji1-ORkNeqJjaJGNJrOJE2m4yKTfUbUKhRYnT1MbuqKztGkNQwCXMejiZ_UL8QSmTc6H_upQKY8ZPJmbetFXX52H2D2ezYtn4OtSlsFem4LHh9kRT3cCqgOiUGfr0cfjDHZE/s640/blogger-image--70169337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmUsUOMxji1-ORkNeqJjaJGNJrOJE2m4yKTfUbUKhRYnT1MbuqKztGkNQwCXMejiZ_UL8QSmTc6H_upQKY8ZPJmbetFXX52H2D2ezYtn4OtSlsFem4LHh9kRT3cCqgOiUGfr0cfjDHZE/s640/blogger-image--70169337.jpg"></a></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-30061171731421062412013-12-08T13:28:00.001-08:002013-12-11T12:52:10.307-08:00Jace Christmas pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We had a Christmas photoshoot and got some great pictures for his first Christmas</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonWT0_iFuxQez-MWNYd43j3YoTQlSy2haMQgvZ6Xb8AeHpyir6gmCoVFjWSskQSGUztpGPFAkjqwr9oqARc7bI-a6xfANDvaOT-5u5CbUK0IB50G8XrJCoxMIy-FP-s8yPKjLeDe-3lA/s640/blogger-image-2001828249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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So here are some things I remember about my mom.</div><div><br></div><div>She:</div><div>-Loved boggle</div><div>-Loved history - Horatio hornblower, Napoleon</div><div>-Loved music and movies -Start the Revolution without me</div><div>-Wanted to be called Groovy gal or bitchin babe</div><div>-Cared about resolving problems immediately </div><div>-Passionate at football games (I remember hearing her yell at the players when we came to watch me cheer haha)</div><div>-Loved Yankees and hockey </div><div>-Talked a lot! (Like mother like daughter!)</div><div>- Very giving</div><div>- Loved bicycling</div><div>- Crafty (made beautiful dresses and we all had homemade quilts)</div><div> </div><div>These are just a few for now, I'll come back and add more later</div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-77201953580164922292013-11-18T20:43:00.001-08:002013-11-18T20:43:56.017-08:00Thankfulness continued<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I am thankful for... <div><br><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">That I got to hang out with Halle today and she really is the best niece ever! She is so quirky and unique. She actually likes school and loves most of her teachers! How many 13 year olds do you know like that!? She is amazingly gorgeous, has a fun sense of style and I love the way she talks about her future life with Harry Styles! I know life isn't always easy but she is so strong and brave and I hope she knows how much I truly love her. </span><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p31oTnRNlVxq39y6hjZh2BMMGrZxXmcYPGSSxj3mtAIJVW-AdKqFKDdlIjyisbeFBHMcZ79zoDK_uVl2MeuxojDj8a_j4xc43w979_a6lmY0DN9KPJBgs_8fdZ__P0GmlNDvq90JQbM/s640/blogger-image--1293740974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p31oTnRNlVxq39y6hjZh2BMMGrZxXmcYPGSSxj3mtAIJVW-AdKqFKDdlIjyisbeFBHMcZ79zoDK_uVl2MeuxojDj8a_j4xc43w979_a6lmY0DN9KPJBgs_8fdZ__P0GmlNDvq90JQbM/s640/blogger-image--1293740974.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>My new sink and counter top that Jesse made! He is incredibly talented and I'm pretty jealous of how he creates so many things. It just comes naturally to him. He's been helping me and showing off since we took jewelry in high school.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrP4HFwJ2NW9VCwi_kH-TOJmTR0CHLqhl4s7pE5S0WiVn1IQON3GM64txKRIDApM6EZC1RfrxnrpZ00LiCANuEeKOmot6RSxripYVePUtvBxfbXA1mbPvWIGZeT9wOSYnELYzs34uYaU/s640/blogger-image--810945955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrP4HFwJ2NW9VCwi_kH-TOJmTR0CHLqhl4s7pE5S0WiVn1IQON3GM64txKRIDApM6EZC1RfrxnrpZ00LiCANuEeKOmot6RSxripYVePUtvBxfbXA1mbPvWIGZeT9wOSYnELYzs34uYaU/s640/blogger-image--810945955.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I know I shouldn't focus on objects but I am also very thankful for my giant tv, toys that entertain and teach Jace, books, my bed and giant fluffy comforter, and for heating & air conditioning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am thankful for technology which allows me to stay in touch with my sister in Georgia and especially my husband in North Dakota. I can talk or text when his service stinks. We can face time so he can see Jace and I can send him hundreds of pictures so he doesn't miss out on what is going on with our baby boy. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1HyUaDwI5aT0Qxd1bNGE8tzEEfPf8HinM9yjHiF6v_cji4cc0QmC3gSYzP-Q9geV9E0ueEUx8PKNaw7RTzwN01cZrEVaagkM43oSADXLH9PuevQnQLfqNX4WZrlrZgtyghH-chfqTes/s640/blogger-image-1522213002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1HyUaDwI5aT0Qxd1bNGE8tzEEfPf8HinM9yjHiF6v_cji4cc0QmC3gSYzP-Q9geV9E0ueEUx8PKNaw7RTzwN01cZrEVaagkM43oSADXLH9PuevQnQLfqNX4WZrlrZgtyghH-chfqTes/s640/blogger-image-1522213002.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> I appreciate so much the wonderful time I get to live in! <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I am very glad I do not have to push handcarts or pump water from a well or go to the bathroom outdoors... I believe God knew I couldn't handle those things.</span></div><br></div></div></div></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-87588743031486013232013-11-17T13:29:00.001-08:002013-11-17T13:31:49.744-08:00November- attempting to be more thankful<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Seeing people's posts on Facebook every day this month talking about something they are thankful for has really got me thinking. I need to be more thankful for the amazing life that I have. Well it starts here and now! <div><br><div>I am thankful for...</div><div><br></div><div>My amazing and handsome husband who works 24/7 in North Dakota for an entire month so that we can afford for me to have my dream job of being a stay at home mom. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeszmAakxDMpJKJYtlac99-0rQiyA14oD5vTzVIizyDX0NS_g3w_eQpsvyzNd8whGA-wWqg_aWTWe-xV42vFBisDCdarIQeluJDjOQE4q0z1cZiBRQIeZe1joA4MGDGtzHDsTm4w3uR4/s640/blogger-image-2110194560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeszmAakxDMpJKJYtlac99-0rQiyA14oD5vTzVIizyDX0NS_g3w_eQpsvyzNd8whGA-wWqg_aWTWe-xV42vFBisDCdarIQeluJDjOQE4q0z1cZiBRQIeZe1joA4MGDGtzHDsTm4w3uR4/s640/blogger-image-2110194560.jpg"></a></div><br></div>My adorable 5 month old baby boy Jace who is my best friend and makes me smile all the time. He has such a fun lil personality!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQs2aK3zm-n6z47oLHKrXsAtNPVnb6b-lny7vvnNw-nhifwhprH3UiNw9ZKl5aWq7PcbPMmJWNCEwUVPxNqiPEGhlrCBac534bsAXMByYdtxwtKplK6XbC5b6OtbHH9uk_NVVSP5FaZ00/s640/blogger-image-1323918309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQs2aK3zm-n6z47oLHKrXsAtNPVnb6b-lny7vvnNw-nhifwhprH3UiNw9ZKl5aWq7PcbPMmJWNCEwUVPxNqiPEGhlrCBac534bsAXMByYdtxwtKplK6XbC5b6OtbHH9uk_NVVSP5FaZ00/s640/blogger-image-1323918309.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div> My amazing family (both mine and Jesse's) they do so much to help me and are so fun to be around<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvCICH5cEMfmaLKXsxJ2YEoTHqlSCPTQoFHIZT8-O0tU9kfo3yFdn03StZHUINM88pNxLAbeJygt8f7nK4mP6PZ9eJyNm0ZidNRePKGpXXE8RDBXHCHoCGhhklxO02gh74ZC2apYVNcw/s640/blogger-image--1340766955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvCICH5cEMfmaLKXsxJ2YEoTHqlSCPTQoFHIZT8-O0tU9kfo3yFdn03StZHUINM88pNxLAbeJygt8f7nK4mP6PZ9eJyNm0ZidNRePKGpXXE8RDBXHCHoCGhhklxO02gh74ZC2apYVNcw/s640/blogger-image--1340766955.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvCICH5cEMfmaLKXsxJ2YEoTHqlSCPTQoFHIZT8-O0tU9kfo3yFdn03StZHUINM88pNxLAbeJygt8f7nK4mP6PZ9eJyNm0ZidNRePKGpXXE8RDBXHCHoCGhhklxO02gh74ZC2apYVNcw/s640/blogger-image--1340766955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgf29YkkgHYEQeIIUCqgR0DXFYdzYzKImLt0z96zStz_UzxlGDY9bWIgfI7V_dke6KNO6h0GEd_Xc5SwCKx7LZV4anrNMX-CdhUBjMd5McJ4c8TzDLFVZBUZrv_iCEAjNTkIBzrdYft8/s640/blogger-image--80581381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgf29YkkgHYEQeIIUCqgR0DXFYdzYzKImLt0z96zStz_UzxlGDY9bWIgfI7V_dke6KNO6h0GEd_Xc5SwCKx7LZV4anrNMX-CdhUBjMd5McJ4c8TzDLFVZBUZrv_iCEAjNTkIBzrdYft8/s640/blogger-image--80581381.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It brings me peace and joy and because of it I know I will get to see my beautiful momma again one day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ltvx1b7KOVfFRdPv9ebgcxP9zmTn-hHMOX8kfHVDbxCC3GXiuVI5jbitC506c7Z7pw1EzZK9m5rPXjaXlq2jXrqKsoG8QQUK_v1Q5z0MMrl2DygeGrgxmsJIJnrHM1-t8J2xMW2D6ss/s640/blogger-image--1954033476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ltvx1b7KOVfFRdPv9ebgcxP9zmTn-hHMOX8kfHVDbxCC3GXiuVI5jbitC506c7Z7pw1EzZK9m5rPXjaXlq2jXrqKsoG8QQUK_v1Q5z0MMrl2DygeGrgxmsJIJnrHM1-t8J2xMW2D6ss/s640/blogger-image--1954033476.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am thankful for so much more, but that is all I have time for right now :)</div><br></div></div></div></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-76347989696420074412012-02-02T17:04:00.000-08:002012-02-05T12:59:53.722-08:00Scary Snowmobiling Incident and longest blog of your life<div style="text-align: center;">Jesse and I had a really great vacation to utah recently. We drove the 15 hours to utah just talking about life and what not, listening to music, and stopping a lot to stretch. We were so happy that Nate Siebach our brother in-law had finally gotten home from Afghanistan. The first night we were there the whole Fisher family went out to dinner together and we talked and laughed and laughed and talked some more. I had the salad bar which is located smack dab in the center of the restaurant and I can attest to the fact that we were the loudest group in the place! It continued to be a good night, we played a fun new game where we all learned that we know nothing haha except maybe Jesse's dad Randy (Oh and Grandma, who wasn't even playing).</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMlvjMhQFevrgBtBvs6JEe509agUY-hdKOcfO6uthWyLZgA5MEm5LsUZ2opbG_9dNtw0Q5ZK93eabQUOiajcVXs9bc3ElM5UggSKLlSeTxf-ucS4Qkz5euBj-l9Ohfe5uM_b_h_08O4Y/s320/1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704719480329646914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div>The next day Jesse and I got to go snowmobiling for the first time this year! It was also a big deal because it was our first time out on our awesome new Arctic Cat. We didn't go too long because the snow where we were wasn't the best and our bodies hadn't taken that kind of abuse in a while and couldn't take it for too long, at least not me. The next few days we did some shopping, just hanging out with friends, did dinner and games with my family, and just had an overall good time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><div>Alright, now the climax of the story, time to get to the real ooey gooey stuff!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9cG-nHjsfvhtKj9Rff26qbGvm7y3Cv2bC2fFvq90DEFZqLnSgkiSfqH8N_IV0APgD7qKrnxiXAaj5TZIq4Un17N19MtJuCWnz6wxbyTT557uBU6X0-G24M6-k7HR4N33RQNBmnNL7t-8/s320/1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704719479997329074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>We woke up and immediately headed out for a day of fun in the mountains. We decided that we wanted to try somewhere new, somewhere we could really explore and have fun with. We ended up in a beautiful area somewhere above Sundance. It was perfect! Great snow, there was lots of powder that we could zig zag through where we are up on one ski and basically half our bodies are in the snow (There is a term for it, but Jesse isn't here to tell me what it is right now). We got so deep in it at one point I fell off. One problem, I was holding on really tightly to Jesse so he fell off too! We were starting to get tired and a bit hungry so we thought we'd have one last hoorah and leave. We had to get over a hill to go play in a bowl, but we got stuck. Jesse got off by the front to wiggle the skis to get help us get out. As I said before there was lots of powder. When Jesse stepped off he sank down pretty far. He sat down and said, "oh man, I ripped my pants that we just bought!" I am thinking to myself dang those were expensive. Then he says in a tone that I can't decide if it is joking or not, " I think I might need stitches"</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">He ripped his pants open further and what I saw made my heart stop. </span>When Jesse sank in the snow, his leg caught a piece of metal on his skis.<span class="Apple-style-span"> There was a perfect slice through his skin right down to the bone! A recap; we are 5 plus miles away from our car, 15 plus miles away from a hospital, snowmobile is stuck, and the experienced driver is sliced open. Oh yeah and we left our backpack (with medical supplies) and some other junk over in the next field. </span></div><div>Time to panic, well at least I did. Jesse remained really calm. Asked me for my head warmer, which wasn't enough so I ripped off my coat and sweatshirt and gave him my shirt to wrap around his leg. Jesse drove us down the mountain so he could elevate his leg by resting it on the hood. Of course he wouldn't leave the</div>snowmobile up there! We had to take the time to load it up. Of course he wouldn't lay in the back and elevate his leg! He told me he was driving. He was even cracking jokes about whether we should stop and get lunch before we went to get medical attention! We did finally end up at the insta-care where we were the main event. All the nurses told us that it was the most exciting thing that they'd done/seen at work in a while.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8dc2TuIFQPoZd3QTNBbp50u05BRqxoD0YWYQqSpYS9Qk5YytDL_asdjRiQ_hKAQ1KsVkxaOUa6UQ_maJsMRQ0y0wksO0l2roS33kAcNKpMFBIkra0svjYPA-uzGXCP3tAfsFJREJ3KE/s200/1_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704722391882496882" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAePg9nLChbxf9pGSw2q1hrB9jiMS2oqlVa9X9axfQEx3WXqkKyqzetEFRBspdAVAV8o64LwpUHSNxlVO-9_e6TWXJS4GnVtw1MG0W0ObPqw2Dh4g_ssFrRcELmZRYJQtoCqTQzOHrZPk/s200/1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704722295987807874" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /><div><br /></div><div>The doctor was really nice and did a fine job of putting 4 stitches on the inside with the muscles and junk. Telling us that Jesse was lucky, because he barely missed a tendon and something else that is scary and important. Then the doctor finished up with 16 stitches on the outside and told us that Jesse would have a pretty nasty scar but otherwise be fine in about two weeks.</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>I was sure glad that he was ok, especially because that night we had a party to go to! Hahaha, But seriously. My family took us out to a place called Comedy Sportz. Which is a lot like Who's Line is it Anyways. All of us were laughing like crazy, it was so much fun. The day started great and ended great which is all that really matters, right?</div><div><div></div></div><div>The next day was our last, and we split ways. He got to hang out with a great friend, and I got to spend quality time with two of my sisters and niece. Then we headed back to North Dakota. Can't wait till next months Utah adventures!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>WARNING!!!!! 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I have gotten my craft on pretty seriously lately! The main thing I have been making is fabric flowers for girls to wear in their hair. I definitely struggled at first, I have an entire pile of "not good enough" flowers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQUlXGfjntV3hECXr4aaf4UhohTR5d8hE88cG1CC7_ZvALP91kq-Xa7DPPIPRhdcWiFA7wpy7yabJWmqzuidYivp2y59yuOpLdZAC467NKzLDgFRl7NO-cHo699nvN9xbKCEro1PZvho/s320/424822_10150563159093028_673878027_8824426_1945178228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703495570275005298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKFdFi9GtsTt72wNmlh2a4trIr-TXzjgPSvMtXK4djMn9C3ux2ohu4cQ6EKAQBSlEA1F9rmVfq7XlDbFoXbX4bUI7SAUm3DxUr290iczdpJh-cUWEkCAR0Cn_m6exAnO36l01V4yqQo4/s320/379829_10150514884223028_673878027_8681497_750392851_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703495564233619986" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMJU7oFrLI3yKCLiJd4cior0SlR9UuqCHarSwHc7yP0FWvyh10sAeQkKJWMmMDvxep3OX2uJoJe72sZLem1kIvYml3gM9iK7wyEm5xOWbwkkDCJxiVBefZNwluRlT1h88krlja9Q2cgA/s320/388590_10150514858633028_673878027_8681341_1625549360_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703495559433350450" /></span></div><div>Over time I have made a decent amount of flowers that I am proud of. I wanted to try and sell some so I went into the floral shop in a local town named Tioga that also is a small boutique and asked the owner if she would be interested in selling them. She was interested and she told me to bring in a display for her to put up. This was a daunting task for me. I wanted to look professional and not have it be obviously homemade so I took a lot of time and effort putting off the actual assembling of the display. I finally put together something am pleased with and attached all the flowers that had made the "cut". <div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div><div>I didn't want to just have the flowers in a basket because I wanted them to be easily seen, thus drawing people's eyes to them. They are now in the Tioga Floral shop and we will see if anyone else actually likes them! If anyone is interested in me making them some just comment and let me know! I can make lots of styles and colors, just regular clips, smaller ones on bobby pins, or do head bands.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6fDqpFlakMJdj1_rZLVc6VAA1j79rK0yRRnTsgOcVZn_m8CU1z44rkVj8mcg-UHprqr0qH7E160yIhjeyskpJpLsdnNEa1bWXTStnrNT5u6w8vCJy3p1sgj_Fga4o6o9QbIYhLj00HpU/s320/400456_10150514855913028_673878027_8681336_1133037765_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703495562756450162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-5172957566587982012012-01-17T19:40:00.000-08:002012-01-30T10:21:35.411-08:00Chinese Chicken<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I love food. All kinds of food, but chinese food is easily my favorite. I crave it regularly, and would it regularly but we live in the middle of nowhere. The closest place to get chinese is over half an hour away, which makes this recipe perfect because I can have chinese food in the comfort of my own home. I learned how to make this chicken my freshman year of college and have been making ever since. Today I didn't have work, so I actually had time to make it. This batch turned out the best it ever has and I savored every bite. As I was eating it I thought about how everyone that I've made it for has loved it, which led me to think I should share the deliciousness with others, so here it is.<div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj34fytr5UyX-89ng3oKg0VcFlBfBFMvhrISZIFYnbniH0hHSp4nASTmOv9j5bNFzuOWzBuJR_qjUenYYGLEAB5BdSk-SIxFz8IVHTyvVkbvnu7PnWMZdqguhbN05_9nRZ4FUd5hq63Q0s/s320/404506_10150531493388028_673878027_8731473_1385714667_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698850402076658898" /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>You will need Panda Express orange sauce (which you can find at almost any grocery store in the oriental food section), chicken, canola oil, egg, milk, flour, two bowls, a cutting board, and a skillet. </div><div>In one bowl mix</div><div>- 1 egg</div><div>- 3 tablespoons of milk </div><div><br /></div><div>In another bowl mix</div><div>- 1 1/2 cups of flour (you may need more or less depending on how much chicken you use)</div><div>- seasoning (pepper, season salt, red pepper flakes, or whatever you want)</div><div><br /></div><div>In skillet heat </div><div>-canola oil </div><div><br /></div><div>Cut up/ dice desired amount of chicken (I normally do 2 or 3 breasts)</div><div>Soak chicken in egg/milk combo</div><div>Toss chicken in flour mixture</div><div>Fry the battered chicken in the oil until cooked and crispy then put into a glass casserole dish</div><div>Pour desired amount of orange sauce on chicken and cook at 375 degrees in oven till sauce boils</div><div>Serve on white rice</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-56148929250681505052011-12-17T10:56:00.000-08:002011-12-17T13:06:12.618-08:00Last Six Months<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So I totally suck at blogging and haven't done it for over six months! I decided that since more than likely no even reads it I can have some fun with it and kind of turn it into an online journal. Now I am going to condense six months into a reasonable couple of paragraphs. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Jesse and I have moved ourselves, fritz and our giant 5th wheel trailer out to Ray, North Dakota. The town's population I believe is less than a thousand, but for us this is a step up. Granger, Wyoming only had a population of150. I know because I looked it up on Wikipedia :) The nearest "big" city is Williston, ND which is about 35 minutes away. That is where we have to go for just about everything. They do have a Wal-mart which means that it is actually civilized haha! This wal-mart is pretty intense. Imagine wal-mart on black friday; the shelves empty, waiting in line for over half an hour, grabbing things out of the boxes that are still in the aisles not put away. This is Wal-mart for us every day!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNOlXd3LXdv03cvT2BuLtgzP4Xq1c9zA80BUp8EY2WzcDHpekrq4PEr5xevzBlZgb0_PEcpC1tnYFGs2jndNbysuVzbi_uJ1ikpejGtRRreDhKbascs2fk_73MrBu_qWLDwR_IAvrDec/s200/CIMG2601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687204675394358914" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>Jesse still works for Rocky Mountain Trucking, as a right hand man. He does just about everything, but technically his job is to deliver sand to rigs that are fracing. I attempt to understand what they do but I get hopelessly lost and give up.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">All you need to know is that Jesse drives a semi truck and then uses a high pressure blower to get the sand out of his trailer into theirs and then he goes and does it again.</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>I work at the gas station that is less than a minute away from our trailer. The Gas-N-All is pretty "fabulous" and when it says All it means all. We have gas, a restaurant, a movie rental business, etc. We used to have a tanning bed but weirdly enough it didn't get that much use. I worked as the morning cook for about a month before I couldn't stand waking up at 4:30 everyday and working 10 to 11 hour shifts anymore. I really didn't like cooking for 30 plus people on a grill that is only two feet across (that is really tiny just so you know). I work nights now, </span></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlbjCx36zeCQtfOWqPzhe1d52cq0y5yHkttUI5mDfJDxFD-b4Gz4GBUQCBx-YIk_X2SisvECG9-KjvsPvBMJ5acdYMQoGtVxFYZMEOfZx20TbODlqHNvLF2i9cBDaGZnxwQg-Pp3z8JQ/s200/CIMG2603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687205167840734082" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">so my job basically consists of making pizzas and selling beer. I know after hearing this you are super jealous of me, especially with all the super hotties that come in from the oil field and hit on me saying really classy things like "dang girl, you're beautiful! You want to come out drinking with us when you get off" or after I say, "I need you to sign this," they say, "I'll do anything for you!" Oh yeah love the weirdies!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We have gone back to utah a few times so far, and now that winter is here we will be down almost every month for snowmobiling. If you didn't already know that is Jesse's passion in life. We love getting to see family and wish we had more time when we are there to see all our friends, sadly we only have 5 or 6 days and 2 of them are spent in traveling. One of the main highlights of the last six months was our great vacation to West Yellowstone, that we took a few months ago, it was such a blast. </span></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FA2f9-nUwnHXtxClCFegry3o90MNak6l-8QP7Bq_Wr3cKKbiF2GvAF2N7OQLADRbBh5aGbABjvnBVGKzwdH2bQOYkWEIsng-N_myat5_3s9cQzEvLZR5N_qR8jCar6YwD-7JBkV58aI/s200/CIMG2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687190693760161986" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We saw all the geysers, went zipling, went to the wolf and grizzly bear experience, and just got to hang out with each other while seeing the beautiful natural wonders that Yellowstone has to offer. It was so much fun and I can't wait for our next trip, but this time I think we'll shell out the money for an actual hotel instead of a crummy cabin that didn't have a real mattress hahaha!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Being up here has definitely been a challenge. We don't always get to see each other since our schedules don't always match up, but we are out here to work hard and make money and that is exactly what we are doing. </span></span></div></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-5409232040785348542011-05-03T09:31:00.000-07:002011-05-16T11:39:41.427-07:00It says it in the name...Why Wyoming!?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Jesse and I have been living in Wyoming for a couple of months and it has been interesting to say the very least. We live in a fifth wheel travel trailer, which is actually pretty decent even if it sounds crazy. Pictures show what I so ineptly describe, but it is basically a really nice really really small apartment. Living in college dorms prepared me well for this.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuRtfv9H9nvPkbd6z8TvoUeKuyvscZUBCZZM5amQEqJ7DIpAgL78m6r_UdMiGqin4LBr80zmirMByV8qyfJXkBEAkSdT8Hcgm5-oBy8aehZeNkwRolGNvmhSYDhI275url3UnK3VtiVI/s200/CIMG2451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606294035594485266" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9XhkvqH56doS8Q0qbCr4mU9MYPxYxyvIMIhRngZGfMm4xY904rwfzC7ghTFG9McdbKHS3Zx14ye6iS9BK_0xezmAGzS_ZmjLPnbsQnKn_IRG1ZRFwv5W1cAlVnIWsAaqLloPKY4w234/s200/CIMG2453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606294477915016146" /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslDNct3VGwkTXZ_KdKYSnOFQcn5jV53sg6ZRZTwOuqLQsfln_AAQy0_9OnU5zIqpbvm5BcQ7zbM5rI5hx5PalyxehddUjYfy6mV0Rg2fSIY4n2p4b4JKftN-3huR90u-897s_bTza_iw/s200/CIMG2450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606294216687774194" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaLSXlCuhsZSpGChaBMTU96O02BxKIbOK7ruAzaaIH-hjmQW5JtfrKoj4ilD0feHlGUl9CEDQLky13WklaQWOTlJz9cxwo1oVzK2eNldyub0WqLz7HIE99ZVcWWSL-UqTGVQ_U4gN1PM/s200/CIMG2454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606294819073741858" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; ">The beginning was extremely rough, we had no water or sewer for about a week because it was so cold that our pipes were frozen. During that week out here in the middle of nowhere Wyoming without certain basic necessities, I called my sister Michelle and told her all about it. Her response was, "Dana, do you know what you are doing?" I replied, "Complaining?" She told me in a dragged out response, "You...are...making...MEMORIES!" At the time I was gonna smack her, but now it makes me laugh hysterically. It will definitely make for a great story when one day our kids say that they have it hard.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Granger, Wyoming has been a serious culture shock for me. The town has one commercial store and that is the bar, which doesn't do me much good with the whole no drinking thing. There is a post office (which is a trailer), fire station, one room library, and Town Hall. The town is super classy, which is shown well by the many run down homes and the boarded up old Catholic church that ten or more people live in and park their fourteen cars in front of. Let's not forget the amazing roads throughout town that add a lot of character, it is like you are on Mr. Toads wild ride.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Until recently we didn't have internet or cable and still have nearly no phone service, all in all not much to do here. I started talking daily walks when the wind would allow it (the wind in wyoming is intense). I felt disbelief when on my walks I would get maybe a hundred yards away from a herd of antelope or have to turn around because I was afraid my dog would go chase after the flock of sheep being herded by a cowboy straight out of a cheesy western film.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I'd be lying if I said I have been loving every moment of this experience, but it has definitely been an experience. I already feel like I've grown as a person and matured by dealing with a situation that wouldn't be easy for anyone. I am making the most out of being here. So now I will reflect on the good in Granger. Jesse and I have spent so much time together since being out here. We hang out, watch movies, make delicious meals (since there is nowhere to eat out), we have gone 'digging' in his truck down by the river, we have gone on bike rides out in the prairie and played at the park. Also we spend a lot of time with Jesse's boss and his wife. They have been extremely good to us, and since his boss challenges us to wii games all the time, my wii skills have become something to admire. Before we moved to Wyoming I would have said I was extremely close with my husband and loved him very much. I did not think that I could get closer to him or love him more, but the time out here has proven that wrong. We have had to deal with a lot and we love each other so much more now, and I know now that we can do anything as long as we are together. I know that sounds oober cheesy, but I believe it's true.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S.</div><div>Whoopi!!! I didn't think things could get better, but now we have something new to look at from our back window. Can you guess what it is....give up? It is a port-a-potty! This place is just so classy.</div><div><br /></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-20098216567552422612010-12-02T21:34:00.001-08:002010-12-02T21:43:05.084-08:00Update<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Since I have no idea if anyone actually reads this blog and I'm pretty lazy I haven't added anything new recently. Obviously awesome things are constantly happening in my life and I have amazing things to say that everyone should want to read about, sooooo eventually I'll really update my blog :) for now know that I'm still as awesome as ever. Oh and Jesse and I are moving to the middle of nowhere Granger, Wyoming in the very near future. This is the closest "establishment" to where I'll be living. Sad, huh?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#663300;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#663300;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRthtoDL0jLlECIDooyJXZ4XTUWCXszVqMJTWAE-NBq3qNI-ck_RBunWP5ouHpg6HP8oyk6ymOUxBADbbzjS0DnoPLPj8KYjhHkqzrsN8yoAl052PLGER189QhPnhyy_FjlbU70GSBv3o/s200/card00329_fr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546326775760564722" /></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-19654395759938259282010-08-09T20:33:00.000-07:002010-08-09T20:48:31.801-07:00Fritz Fisher<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib362jdNEwAHdeKfwp18aVh11ANQR3Hbga51dcvBrynoa7fn1aWo7NrrLd9C3-9M8Wfwnr4aFGFgozR-t7AP-zR793raZgBKhsMjNex8e6tY55ers2xPMok2CLpvxPXghkC9EK-cQoN9Q/s1600/CIMG2253.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib362jdNEwAHdeKfwp18aVh11ANQR3Hbga51dcvBrynoa7fn1aWo7NrrLd9C3-9M8Wfwnr4aFGFgozR-t7AP-zR793raZgBKhsMjNex8e6tY55ers2xPMok2CLpvxPXghkC9EK-cQoN9Q/s200/CIMG2253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503622318884925106" /></a>We have a new addition to the Fisher family already. I have been obsessed with the thought of having a puppy for a very long time, and I somehow convinced Jesse into getting one. We did a lot of looking around and finally found the perfect lil guy on a website called CAWS (community animal welfare society). We met him and instantly fell in love, he really is the cutest puppy I've ever se<img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggL51Bpz0X0D5v_mwbn937CLkhzWOieD5433dHixx9tJaLEjgfKKGF1sBuzEF10BksAwivmjb5tLHWBaQ6P58DvWdrt6D4D_xmo9xD-W6qawrW7CI4c3dLbQkBbjavVRit7k78fEgsvHE/s200/CIMG2255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503622546172927682" />en. Fritz is part chihuahua and part ? You would not really guess chihuahua when you see him, but I think it means he'll stay small and I'm happy about that. Fritz is ridiculously scared of everything at first, but we force him to do a lot. We have him meet lots of people and dogs, and we took him swimming at Bear Lake (he's a natural) this last weekend. We held him right above the water and before he even touches it he starts swimming, it was so funny Fritz had all of us laughing for a while. He is like a baby because he likes to be craddled and he is an Attention Hor! Jesse is head over heels for Fritz, he loves him and is sad because Fritz loves me more and follows me everywhere. As with most puppies he has some incidents, but so far he's been a great puppy and we think will turn out to be a great dog.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4zGxQH-vCFO2ZVS5AGXSGTdnHY4tWAhZ1L3HXSanPFjhm_l4HtsoXn6bibX6HBuLmkAuDdR5h_STbYwx7wiQCblB6g4v1UQNnjLjiNegqiqCShOyykgciYhqrV5qJlXHAbXXl9xU7yU/s200/CIMG2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503622741243007746" />Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-41639100572111932932010-08-03T10:21:00.000-07:002010-08-03T11:01:05.023-07:00Pinatas!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">For Jackie's twenty-first birthday she wanted to have a fiesta, so a fiesta she had. My mom got her two pinata's - a 2 and a 1 (21) this was awesome, only problem was she never used them. Being the genius that she is, Jackie gave them to me for my twenty-first birthday three years later. I also did not use them...until the other day. My twin nephews Carter and Kenji were punching them so I thought "Why not!?"</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> took it outside and hung it from our swing set and told Halle and the boys to get a bat. They showed up with a woody-buzz bat and two ping pong paddles! I found that immensely funny. They tried to go at it, but luckily I stopped them before they destroyed it and forced them to play by pinata rules. We blindfolded them and spun them around and they started swinging their lil hearts out, it was loads o' fun. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">I took my turn as well...of course! I had to spin lots more because of my obvious advantage and wasn't allowed as many whacks. Despite my obstacles I came out the victor! The best part of the whole thing was how nasty and old the candy was. Yet this did not keep them from eating as much of it as they could. It was a lot of fun and I was smart enough to save the other half of the pair of pinata's so we can play another day.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznvxslDnbYrRh083qHywd_mdcJlPpT1PYujzXyK87on4ZYdckHPyN0qe2jGh4arwdZJniuSfmTM40acTTbceaXQpE9ocWV6baIhABiHYrhGJgWEu0Eo1WxjjY0gVA2e_Q0gVvEI-vYSk/s200/downsized_0730001557b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501238308404868098" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwer7Cj5L4kNLTZNLXPHZrvePyd6gj0vXDqHlhKGTrKT4e8uttuQ58qb4z05wHLyAAlKSrjFW6cWgJK4y6gdjsXAnOeVFqiYH9MDRzR9nj7cNi9Mn8l-hlJpiC08shgFC5H-W2udJvqc/s200/downsized_0730001556.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501239552361342306" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbcsJoqwhXMxhzXWKOJGKo3iMpaLLlVm8lrMBG3IITqClSgIZUfRP8i3qVmqd1bu7hBGcTGMmqlv4A2bQxKUWDhBtjnLeApY3DlYkxpdfMkks_gCxtJplU_xqoxL_TShxyt9HrEurlHI/s200/downsized_0730001557a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501238585517861106" />Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9206624226396610471.post-59888038014971632462010-07-19T13:41:00.000-07:002010-07-19T15:21:57.799-07:00Blogging Newby<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6GczvMGH6C1f4n2o6WL3VID2Eggn3RZJ0ypEEJH1JcJ88gVJkQoPD2ppJqLJJpa9_l2qalJ1FxyvIkP4rWJ1oq9-mMbgDFWTsuw9-1AsI6FqxGGKlxP-1sUWhuvjyL6Ynx7aDVCyvic/s200/Dana128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495741931712443714" /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hey there everybody, I have decided to join the ranks of bloggers! Obviously my first few posts are probably going to be a little suck-tacular, but bear with me. I'll start off giving a lil bit of information about me. My name is Dana Lambert Fisher and I recently got married to a Mr. Jesse Fisher (hence the fishy). We are ridiculously happy and in love! We mostly just spend time together or with ourfamilies, but really enjoy doing super fun stuff like snowmobiling, boating, canoeing, going for rides in the canyon, and just being silly. We lucked out by getting to rent a house in provo, utah and thankfully unlike most newly weds our first place is pretty nice!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCK_zKSly6BnPmDwgaIv_JcNBc_156_zZkdfia5Q4rA5tjuVswOcFlz0t4ieTJjNlaoBBHNQpsmlPWEFgVB1duXKLxdian0ti6pgPBeUH0pPv8kiAIasUgxDHGWd-LTDCgXnL9okdUP2U/s200/CIMG2168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495744184474646402" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqhtZSVK5ELvYsoF6aoKd_CKnnGv_y5lj9PgKgdr7Ro5KcOP6blkipzhVuDE7SPCUVvNzo-BCAxt02Vpmxduq_wqQuuSA3A1-iedGe6lGlljv2itg7Sx40ZTVPyix86aS7_NmGneqjzMQ/s200/davekaren.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495745282131921506" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Other things to know about me is that I have a big family that I love very much! My father is a very awesome man named David Lambert and he was married to</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">my fabulous mother Karen Smithson Lambert for 32 years before she passed away December 19, 2009. My oldest sister is Kristen Burgi, she is married to Clint who has been my brother since before I can remember. They have three adorable children. A beautiful 10 year old girl named Halle and two ridiculously crazy 3 year old fraternal twins named Carter and Kenji. My sister Michelle Hawkes and her husband Marshall live in Louisville, Kentucky. I don't get to see them very oftenand that makes me really sad because they also have three adorable children. Cohen the oldest looks like a precious moments doll and is hilarious, Eli the middle boy is very handsome and my sister Jackie says he looks exactly lik</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbrOwtYdFE_RtCg6zuJeSMRwE6mlBqTLa1hsZUMFpUf5tmQdJSGTwh6pO8-lEk2shE9l6gZqneQf4RME_XTijMfhG3ETf3KPByLDYuFhEiUxOq2imMINB5-4ANzM8wX0zBit1hNQDerc/s200/26929_112467158773843_100000316779473_160829_2957677_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495739380247334562" />e Matt Damon and they just barely had a beautiful baby boy named Liam. Next on the list is my sister Alyssa, she is almost annoyingly smart and recently finished law school. She is living in Alaska (which is really cool, and I'm pretty jealous) where she works for a judge. Then comes Jackie or as I know her Jack-i-amo (we have a very interesting relationship as you will further find out from my blogs) she knows me as fat-</span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijxyfM-RfjDgrk0g_LHV9iVWJUt1wLtbH2xSa8bP8ERDjAvnf1z759a-BbR7SO9g_5Z8OuVFYIjchYnmR1RMpVDmksfyTPPsA3D_L7sEZ3TAOI0fhUd52QYccozu7o0pGClgLfatU9U2w/s200/dana's+digital+memories!+371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495740089217940994" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">auntie because my niece called me that one time like 5 years ago! She recently graduated from Utah State University (Go AGGIES!) as a English and History Teacher. Then comes moi, and then the baby of the family is Delaney who is a punky teenager that attends Mountain View HIgh School and is a swimmer as well as a lifeguard.</span></div>Dana Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16100297764621757329noreply@blogger.com0