tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33373709199058871012011-04-21T18:48:02.436-07:00terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14230592259727580049noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337370919905887101.post-48334337898850059142009-04-03T13:30:00.000-07:002009-04-03T13:46:00.328-07:00I can't even believe it. It's April!<br />Spring is here and with it many changes coming our way.<br />Bruce will be leaving the USA soon, he's heading down to Mexico. he's going to turn chocolate!<br />Dad's MRI showed improvement - tumor shrunk from 4.4 cm to 3.8cm ( I'm rounding it to a whole cm. I know it's not mathematically correct, but I get to say what I want. I have the power to do so!).<br />Brandon and Nelly's baby will be here soon! Boy or girl? 50% chances is one or the other.<br />Way to go Brandon! You are graduating!<br />With graduation comes the moving away....I'm kind of sad! But at the same time happy, and excited for their new future.<br />Oh, yea...yard work.<br />Let's not forget my favorite - Spring Cleaning!<br />April showers bring May flowers!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337370919905887101-4833433789885005914?l=wilsons-tere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14230592259727580049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337370919905887101.post-50553031930068899602009-02-12T14:48:00.000-08:002009-02-12T14:49:13.051-08:00Who would have ever thought that this day would come. Talk about bitter-sweet! Who is bitter and who is sweet? Ha ha ha!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFsMsSIEIWk/SZSlJQ4wK0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pIaKABxYEko/s1600-h/mtc+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFsMsSIEIWk/SZSlJQ4wK0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pIaKABxYEko/s320/mtc+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302044239892327234" border="0" /></a> Way to go Bruce!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFsMsSIEIWk/SZSlJFEFxnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KmIB-BEsCM/s1600-h/mtc+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFsMsSIEIWk/SZSlJFEFxnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7KmIB-BEsCM/s320/mtc+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302044236718655090" border="0" /></a> Definitely sweet!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFsMsSIEIWk/SZSlI0CZwVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tPgE6NfxqnY/s1600-h/mtc+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFsMsSIEIWk/SZSlI0CZwVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tPgE6NfxqnY/s320/mtc+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302044232148173138" border="0" /></a> Where is Sam?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337370919905887101-5055303193006889960?l=wilsons-tere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14230592259727580049noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337370919905887101.post-22955554165426724052009-01-23T12:10:00.000-08:002009-01-23T12:29:06.844-08:00I love to hear children playing: their cheerful innocence, their happy voices, their life full of dreams and imagination, no obstacles on their way.<br />The world is like a magical place full of possibilities.<br />There's nothing like the enthusiastic chatter of a child. There is no hesitation in sharing their life with everyone who entreats them.<br />The communication is clear and sincere, and important: dogs, butterflies, sandcastles, birds, fairies...<br />It is oh so enjoyable to hear my granddaughter's voice when we talk on the phone, or when she comes to visit.<br />What a simple thing to brighten any day. Just listen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337370919905887101-2295555416542672405?l=wilsons-tere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14230592259727580049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337370919905887101.post-17935781296804193202009-01-19T16:50:00.000-08:002009-01-19T17:10:26.806-08:00Yes, I have a love/hate relationship with Mondays. I love to start new weeks, so many promising moments ahead, one being emails. Yes, it seems that I wait for a specific email all day. I go through the day checking every hour, actually, every time I'm close to a computer there is an irresistible attraction, just like bear to honey. Did I get my email?!<br />Don't take me wrong, I appreciate anyone who wants to send me an email. Well, not everyone.<br />And yes, I got my email today!<br />I can live now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337370919905887101-1793578129680419320?l=wilsons-tere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14230592259727580049noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337370919905887101.post-50343516507197927742009-01-10T08:38:00.000-08:002009-01-10T08:43:17.040-08:00Every story has a beginnig, a middle and an end.<br />Do you have to start at the beginning? Some of us would say no. Isn't the middle where the good stuff is?<br />Here we go...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3337370919905887101-5034351650719792774?l=wilsons-tere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14230592259727580049noreply@blogger.com0