tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827618002189417172024-03-13T04:36:06.068-04:00The Villamor'sloving life as a family of 4TheVillamorFamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07258093625770751326noreply@blogger.comBlogger328125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-80951623483385542972011-01-25T17:32:00.000-05:002011-01-25T17:32:28.611-05:00New Blog<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For some strange reason this blog froze and I wasn't able to change </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">any elements on this page! So I created a new blog</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blogs.trb.com/news/local/morningnews/blog/we-have-moved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://blogs.trb.com/news/local/morningnews/blog/we-have-moved.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">oh...and blogger has a new way of creating blogs....this new way allows you to move pictures within the post, resize your image right here, change color, change font and so much more! wahoo!</span>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-84401186630566777852011-01-24T22:53:00.003-05:002011-01-24T23:21:00.186-05:00shrinking dryer<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My friend Chris posted about her weight loss journey so I decided to write about what I am doing to get me motivated to think about starting on a weight loss journey...how is that for committed? I debated about writing about it because I know if I say I am going to do something must follow through...so i guess if I write this I must follow through:)</span></i></div><div><br /></div>So last weekend i pulled on a pair of pants that had obviously shrunk in the dryer...i mean they were hard to get over my hips! What else could explain this problem?<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>What? Maybe I am eating too much? nonsense.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok...probably so. I have fought this for too long, made excuses about why I can't change my eating habits...no more! Time to do something small. I weighed myself last week. It wasn't as bad as I thought thankfully. And it is actually what I weighed last year when I was training for my triathlons. And weighing didn't carry the same negative emotions that the scale use to carry for me(which is wonderful). So I decided to set a small goal of writing down everything i ate. It is very eye-opening to see just how much I put into my pie-hole. When I weighed myself this morning I was a little shocked that it was up a little...why? Because when I do write down what I eat it makes me eat less...makes me aware that I am eating mindlessly. Plus I taught so many classes last week(10!)...but that just supports the theory that <a href="http://figureathlete.t-nation.com/free_online_article/training/the_final_nail_in_the_cardio_coffin">more exercise doesn't equal weight loss.</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>So. It didn't get me down. I just started paying closer attention to my portions this week. I also calculated the calories of one of my favorite breakfasts this morning. Oatmeal with 2 T peanut butter. This morning I also had a banana and added 1/2 cup of wheat berries for extra protein... before I knew it I was up to 600 calories. What? Really. Oh well. It was filling and yummy. There is also tomorrow, right? I had taught Body Pump this morning and was teaching RPM later so I did need to give my body some good food. I am a <a href="http://www.metabolictypingdiet.com/_Reat.htm">protein-type</a> and really need to get a lot of protein at mealtime to feel satisfied and last until the next meal/snack. So i bulk up my oats for that reason...but am going to rethink my PB oatmeal tomorrow. My body isn't digesting dairy(which includes eggs) or soy or beans so that seriously limits my protein choices!!! yuck. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which makes me want to write a nasty letter to my digestive system...but I refrain. I am very thankful for my body. It does many amazing things and will figure this whole problem soon enough!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>I love to read health and fitness books and blogs to get inspired. For Christmas I ordered this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Female-Body-Breakthrough-Revolutionary-Strength-Training/dp/1605296937/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1295928474&sr=8-1">book. </a> Love it and will read it again. I also visit <a href="http://www.trainermomma.com/">Trainermomma.com</a> for great motivation...but I have to be careful not to compare myself to these women. I can get there if I can just keep that motivation past...ummmm...past the time I get out off the couch. ha. I mean what is my excuse?</div><div><br /></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-47260470366726716432011-01-17T07:19:00.002-05:002011-01-17T07:31:00.815-05:00it's that time of year again.....<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Every winter i sit at my computer in my sweats, fuzzy socks and lap blanket searching <a href="www.active.com">active.com</a> for events I would like to <b>'complete'</b> in the summer. Last year I did a triathlon for the first time. I had talked about doing one in 2009 and I knew I had to quit whining about it and sign up for one in 2010....so I <a href="http://thevillamorfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html">did.</a> And man was it fun!</div><br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2sVDziiGI_YiWCCh7lYyJehG_j90uYe40CDt1bKfT3pk5ujbQN09YHmM8AXJGYX1cx2a4kn7N3Am_dgwnMqwCY6sonUg8zA3sB3g4jAn-EwAhNE_Gn23SUOM2chshdp_2s1CA4esIZFH/s1600/DSC01182.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2sVDziiGI_YiWCCh7lYyJehG_j90uYe40CDt1bKfT3pk5ujbQN09YHmM8AXJGYX1cx2a4kn7N3Am_dgwnMqwCY6sonUg8zA3sB3g4jAn-EwAhNE_Gn23SUOM2chshdp_2s1CA4esIZFH/s400/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at all those bikes!!! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgYSengExygR14IGWlja-YC7XJS1A2xi-zGJhefd9suS27aY6auaAWSHSOHcQ9N8EMIGPla1nFXpzjCFz3TEIyOSzIzfGyz0FmEb2dMU6lQ26aDG60WIP7Zp69_7XyUh5sbqljtT1Lbkj/s1600/DSC01157.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijgYSengExygR14IGWlja-YC7XJS1A2xi-zGJhefd9suS27aY6auaAWSHSOHcQ9N8EMIGPla1nFXpzjCFz3TEIyOSzIzfGyz0FmEb2dMU6lQ26aDG60WIP7Zp69_7XyUh5sbqljtT1Lbkj/s400/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER">So this year I want to do another....and I really would like to <b>complete</b> a longer distance one. Like I said....as I sit here at my computer all cozy in my fuzzy socks this feat sounds like a fun adventure...so I really need to find my event and sign up before I back out. I have already sent a message to my buddies Jody and Susan (pictured above) that I want to do this longer one...and they are all about it. I don't want to be caught whining and regretting not doing one. </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><br /></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER">So my goals for this year are to complete at least 2 triathlons-a Sprint and Olympic distance one. Then later in the year(think November) I want to compete a 1/2 marathon...gasp! What? Really? I do? I <b>complete</b> these events....not compete. No expectations. Just a way to exercise with a few hundred of my soon-to-be-closest acquaintances and get a free t-shirt. </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><br /></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-87051982529469239352011-01-16T21:18:00.004-05:002011-01-16T21:36:30.150-05:00RIP friend.....<div>My body has been going through some changes lately. Some I do not like. at. all. </div><div><br /></div><div>When i was 18 I developed a pretty high intolerance for milk products(no cake mixes, cheetos, anything with milk in the ingredients). That lasted for 3 years. I don't know why it went away but it did. In the past this milk allergy has come and gone. Recently it has been back for a few months and it is just getting worse. I can't have any dairy now-no eggs even- and that never happened before. Well...it isn't like I will get hives, itch and stop breathing when I eat dairy....but i do balloon up, cramp and get very very uncomfortable. Enough so that I don't even crave any dairy.at.all. </div><div><br /></div><div>One thing my body is doing <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">which I am having a </span></i><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">hard </span></i></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">time with</span></i> is rejecting Diet Coke (well all carbonation but i only liked the Diet Colas;))</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://schools-wikipedia.org/2006/images/54/5443.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 281px;" src="http://schools-wikipedia.org/2006/images/54/5443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Why!!??!! Old friend....why does it feel like you are gnawing at my stomach lining? You have no milk in you...yet you cause so much bloating? so much discomfort?? why oh why. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">oh well...sigh. this stuff is poison anyway, right? i am better off without you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i want to eat healthier this month....and looks like my body is forcing me!</div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-10511073538418884232011-01-04T09:17:00.000-05:002011-01-04T09:17:12.923-05:00<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RhLlnq5yY7k?fs=1" frameborder="0"></iframe>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-86652264903605505612011-01-03T14:19:00.001-05:002011-01-03T14:21:25.550-05:00Jeopardy<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Every year the cousins get together and put on a show for us during the Villamor Christmas Dinner. In years' past the show has consisted of displays of various talents to the recreating of the Christmas story. Well....this year they surprised us by putting the parents in the hot seat. They created the "How well do you know your kids" Jeopardy game. </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><br /></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdPCu2f0UDgMWOVzMvE8CbI_Py6Ob_zL3Z3YKSHuZn2AQbl5neU9t_a22BcdOzZ_gc3gxO4A9eVWyTD_oMbiXlpsLl0aOYjXAGDASBvhzCl_mHIjwJNTQlfSrK08grhGxcH9tBYhy7Wep/s1600/IMG_5323.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdPCu2f0UDgMWOVzMvE8CbI_Py6Ob_zL3Z3YKSHuZn2AQbl5neU9t_a22BcdOzZ_gc3gxO4A9eVWyTD_oMbiXlpsLl0aOYjXAGDASBvhzCl_mHIjwJNTQlfSrK08grhGxcH9tBYhy7Wep/s400/IMG_5323.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>Ok...piece of cake we all thought. All the parents got bells to chime in when we knew the answer and the game began. It didn't take us long to realize how much we didn't know about our chidren. Like....SOphia's favorite color is AQUA? Her favorite movie isn't "The LAst AIrbender"...that she LOVES but "Roxy Hunter"....WHAT?? And Nate....his favorite subject is History....hmmmm. Interesting. And his best friend....Jacob. I knew that but was so bewildered by Aqua I couldn't think. I believe the only questions we got right were the True False ones....<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfcl9WtIOad_kKO9hMa6R1lg76wCXiJbyhT70M6H2nA006BUhv9_R_uKkGl-0a6Y0gE5ePwE__eQrWM2poLW7HmzLdNQgBGy_fOqNwbrUsc4NUCcengs11dqb8RzVXPqVX4NSsHulgfhY/s1600/IMG_5327.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfcl9WtIOad_kKO9hMa6R1lg76wCXiJbyhT70M6H2nA006BUhv9_R_uKkGl-0a6Y0gE5ePwE__eQrWM2poLW7HmzLdNQgBGy_fOqNwbrUsc4NUCcengs11dqb8RzVXPqVX4NSsHulgfhY/s400/IMG_5327.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>and that was only after the other team got the answer wrong. Surprisingly we came in 3rd! (out of 4).<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnipFzOJ2R0KUvmWzlUIeBUGqwVvPyivlnMrni8UzPRytk_RY9osXJxLT1TVqPdUvBuFWwviJCju_cXTRj2JGPfbUmTH3eQuQX_kHRqOX-FrnO60Dqal2ct-NBppltLIAFdXwJQwJJ-9v/s1600/IMG_5330.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnipFzOJ2R0KUvmWzlUIeBUGqwVvPyivlnMrni8UzPRytk_RY9osXJxLT1TVqPdUvBuFWwviJCju_cXTRj2JGPfbUmTH3eQuQX_kHRqOX-FrnO60Dqal2ct-NBppltLIAFdXwJQwJJ-9v/s400/IMG_5330.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>THe winners recieved a hand-crafted, one-of-a-kind oragami crown! We all were asking our kids "so what's your favorite...." after this game. They did a great job!<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-47633373093123486912011-01-03T13:53:00.000-05:002011-01-03T13:53:48.969-05:00Young Singers<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Y4VjnvSbNGzmAYYy1xgP69JK6u25Kwvktdkwyoex613g-JGu0G1K-YZjenMyYapAbfcQS-0sFpXkPEBCakhm13HrttDbMktexOY8uil1H5hSuG-rNDI4YMuuSyeEciRKU46_zbIy6PAY/s1600/IMG00074-20101218-1711.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Y4VjnvSbNGzmAYYy1xgP69JK6u25Kwvktdkwyoex613g-JGu0G1K-YZjenMyYapAbfcQS-0sFpXkPEBCakhm13HrttDbMktexOY8uil1H5hSuG-rNDI4YMuuSyeEciRKU46_zbIy6PAY/s400/IMG00074-20101218-1711.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>Sophia sure enjoyed her first Christmas concert with the Young Singers this year! It was crazy being the backstage mom but we survived with only minor tears!<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvXmZWKAnHsCPb0GxnNU2geOwizZjus23WyrDmsx8N4EVyD00ZLO_I8sbCXkKqJDG7J9mRG1Rb1QiVhdr78CGPaHnXxFPWJvx-G7A910I3IjvLAcJ7RXRx-2HxOiW3IVF5sbq6ufx-m6k/s1600/IMG_5013.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvXmZWKAnHsCPb0GxnNU2geOwizZjus23WyrDmsx8N4EVyD00ZLO_I8sbCXkKqJDG7J9mRG1Rb1QiVhdr78CGPaHnXxFPWJvx-G7A910I3IjvLAcJ7RXRx-2HxOiW3IVF5sbq6ufx-m6k/s400/IMG_5013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajKMXT2Gu_epP0iqikUmBvcfpx28-vKDKoGwu6U-n4oOXkX0OdHDLdFQ_eLwB87f19Be4eWWRJkAofOw7p3ET86Q7MpuFq1ykBnEpn0OFAMJvrmgJZ5TaFdib3J4PBPZlf8dkfi6y4t0C/s1600/IMG_4999.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajKMXT2Gu_epP0iqikUmBvcfpx28-vKDKoGwu6U-n4oOXkX0OdHDLdFQ_eLwB87f19Be4eWWRJkAofOw7p3ET86Q7MpuFq1ykBnEpn0OFAMJvrmgJZ5TaFdib3J4PBPZlf8dkfi6y4t0C/s400/IMG_4999.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-25922075053566320722010-11-30T09:25:00.002-05:002010-11-30T09:35:41.827-05:00thankful 29 & 30<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Last night as I was lying on the hard floor I realized I had forgotten to post for the day. I didn't get up because it hurt too much! As I was hanging up a towel at Trudy's on Sunday I felt a little "twinge" in my lower back. I knew what that would develop into!! Ugh. And I wasn't smart enough to get subs for my classes yesterday so last night I was walking funny and leaning to one side. I knew the only way to get better was to sleep on the floor with my feet propped up on the couch and do some gentle stretches...not the deep stretches I was doing previously...they made me sore in another way! ha. I also got a blessing which sure helped. So this morning I am feeling better and walking straight again. I have done the laundry and put away our clothes from the weekend! The house is starting to take shape which makes me feel so much better. After I post this I am going to lay back on the floor and stretch...and read(which really means I will take a nap;)) But I wanted to write my last post for this month. I can't believe it is December. I also can't believe SOphia is 11. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't know why this birthday is hard for me to digest. I think it is because she is really moving into a new stage in life and she really isn't my baby anymore! At least Nate is only 9....he will be my baby for a couple more years</span></i>.</div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><br /></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Ok...enough of that! Yesterday and today I am thankful for the great weekend we had at Trudy's!</div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WrcI1qdFtu6epFbcu0PjUtQ8kLJ5IkMyjjxXf_VLi5Csm5CSY-NHBCLMhs5Uy86C2lzV8AYa5RKrG0BL-_WU7ZJyrVrUPy5KuC0scAfXELxUxFa8o_evgY7BL8VcFXw0xDC_m_GODyHd/s1600/IMG_4820.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7WrcI1qdFtu6epFbcu0PjUtQ8kLJ5IkMyjjxXf_VLi5Csm5CSY-NHBCLMhs5Uy86C2lzV8AYa5RKrG0BL-_WU7ZJyrVrUPy5KuC0scAfXELxUxFa8o_evgY7BL8VcFXw0xDC_m_GODyHd/s400/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>There was hiking and movie watching and dancing and eating and more eating....<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKA7UNGENoYB68IS2gFQnOc4HTe_PW0mIMGCbl5UnJAVMoT7WbGWKRG21X5XFEjDkD2ZvGXy1avEMpFHZWwAjiwxIN5wMNbhbtTOU-lJ3sMCgQDpbtx_rYFY8fS8Q1UnYdqsr5iAvxLRY/s1600/IMG_4816.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKA7UNGENoYB68IS2gFQnOc4HTe_PW0mIMGCbl5UnJAVMoT7WbGWKRG21X5XFEjDkD2ZvGXy1avEMpFHZWwAjiwxIN5wMNbhbtTOU-lJ3sMCgQDpbtx_rYFY8fS8Q1UnYdqsr5iAvxLRY/s400/IMG_4816.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>and camping in the garage(we had mattresses out there thankfully) and eating<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vj0v1kKd4TvYtLw0HSv6d8df-cx2Ryh2S8H7PlPdkT9zI_nXAs_uTftxZdvtyo_TPaFDstRSf_ODo-ixbWwXDo_DkQaMG3Sk3ME2ssyDO6OrEiE48RW-iq0PdXSMiaPvWgLe0BVjgdvR/s1600/IMG_4705.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vj0v1kKd4TvYtLw0HSv6d8df-cx2Ryh2S8H7PlPdkT9zI_nXAs_uTftxZdvtyo_TPaFDstRSf_ODo-ixbWwXDo_DkQaMG3Sk3ME2ssyDO6OrEiE48RW-iq0PdXSMiaPvWgLe0BVjgdvR/s400/IMG_4705.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>and cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking and eating....<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsdPRwLM74Xl_lNFzE6omDIXAF1eGN8WHXDpGVbFZpw75kcfejgBFv7XlWjfVP26r7j9YVG3HdIJVhp_-lg1KRA8A7U-3MLLvClhsKiaY-NbtPuKEyEuGwvmlER4krPh2F9_1eARPTaxz/s1600/IMG_4716.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsdPRwLM74Xl_lNFzE6omDIXAF1eGN8WHXDpGVbFZpw75kcfejgBFv7XlWjfVP26r7j9YVG3HdIJVhp_-lg1KRA8A7U-3MLLvClhsKiaY-NbtPuKEyEuGwvmlER4krPh2F9_1eARPTaxz/s400/IMG_4716.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER">it was a great time. i love my family!</div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><br /></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-67472420647272087912010-11-28T11:54:00.001-05:002010-11-28T11:54:00.683-05:00thankful #28<div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i like to add photos to my posts...and this is what came up when I searched "schedule" in google images....weird.</span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tirthastudios.com/images/Dschedule2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.tirthastudios.com/images/Dschedule2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I am grateful I can schedule my posts! It is midnight on Tuesday the 23rd and i was able to create posts and schedule them to be posted on a certain date! So you will think I am adding something everyday....BUT....i just wrote a bunch. ha ha ha. i guess i should have kept that a secret:)the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-52478088629789968602010-11-27T12:02:00.001-05:002010-11-27T12:02:00.080-05:00thankful #27<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marcofolio.net/images/stories/fun/imagedump/transportation/unusual_transportation.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.marcofolio.net/images/stories/fun/imagedump/transportation/unusual_transportation.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>i am thankful we have a comfortable car to travel in and great roads to travel on!the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-89662371113454922152010-11-26T11:57:00.000-05:002010-11-26T11:57:00.367-05:00thankful #26<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSyCe0Fuv2lzXU0J9TZpZx7tCuxq5Zck37mlYwYyKiEEaadgCySXTSewx1bcvk_tMEKRmsEzcSZOw2C2kK1Ol54MtMkSl6rmCR7H88uCC-JETMf_LqnnitQmFnhVXs0kOBsttXhO1S20h/s1600/IMG_4355.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSyCe0Fuv2lzXU0J9TZpZx7tCuxq5Zck37mlYwYyKiEEaadgCySXTSewx1bcvk_tMEKRmsEzcSZOw2C2kK1Ol54MtMkSl6rmCR7H88uCC-JETMf_LqnnitQmFnhVXs0kOBsttXhO1S20h/s400/IMG_4355.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>i am thankful for counsins. I am thankful that Trudy and I have made an extra effort that our children know their cousins. We didn't grow up playing with ours....didn't really know them at all and we wanted more for our childern. We love getting together and watching them build those relationships!<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-56925838060959181402010-11-25T11:52:00.001-05:002010-11-25T11:52:00.851-05:00thankful #25<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prettyconnected.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/funny-thanksgiving-turkey-cartoon2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.prettyconnected.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/funny-thanksgiving-turkey-cartoon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>today i am thankful to be with my family and eating great food!the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-61422272614882602712010-11-24T11:50:00.000-05:002010-11-24T11:50:00.781-05:00thankful #24<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://postfallslibrary.kcl.org/files/postfalls/images/computer_0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 358px;" src="http://postfallslibrary.kcl.org/files/postfalls/images/computer_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I am thankful for my computer...and for computers in general!the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-19564252607206908092010-11-23T23:49:00.003-05:002010-11-23T23:50:41.206-05:00thankful #23<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northforkparents.com/images/calendar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.northforkparents.com/images/calendar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I am thankful that I have kept up with my goal of posting something everyday. good nightthe Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-88506862457018122542010-11-22T23:48:00.001-05:002010-11-22T23:49:43.596-05:00thankful #22<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">today i am thankful for my sister Trudy. </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxXvDC71ieIbg2_exDB7lR8gY1cZvHUHlsEpE6evP4r05nYSC1-fMy7bPsNxJNsQxSfXTrf5XR12Vbd1hHnnoK1lXlAVE575ZCwJIgmJvR1dRjXmeo2Gpoz2JrP7cn9T08DKLL45kXwty/s1600/IMG_4367.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxXvDC71ieIbg2_exDB7lR8gY1cZvHUHlsEpE6evP4r05nYSC1-fMy7bPsNxJNsQxSfXTrf5XR12Vbd1hHnnoK1lXlAVE575ZCwJIgmJvR1dRjXmeo2Gpoz2JrP7cn9T08DKLL45kXwty/s400/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>On the radio this morning I heard about a study of siblings....how 2 people can share the same parents but be totally opposite. I thought about Trudy when I heard this. We look nothing alike. She is double jointed and I am not. I have bushy hair and she has straight thin hair. We have some similiar interests but are passionate about different things. She is very creative and makes beautiful cards. I am somewhat creative and love to take her beautiful cards.<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCf1VDDscu2C2OfOZvejk-mnFGuuBZeKpgE19NKwZHRXf9Vp0_sCkKSmXp59EGW98uJqF0fBEJvU9Gjspf3h1WCxArn1ybSPFKqhFHIfe-Owntjg53Fgx9JltGdfa719sCzdTyiAlsOQPS/s1600/IMG_3775.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCf1VDDscu2C2OfOZvejk-mnFGuuBZeKpgE19NKwZHRXf9Vp0_sCkKSmXp59EGW98uJqF0fBEJvU9Gjspf3h1WCxArn1ybSPFKqhFHIfe-Owntjg53Fgx9JltGdfa719sCzdTyiAlsOQPS/s400/IMG_3775.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>The study said siblings will have different feelings about their childhood which is largely based on the time when they came into the family. This is also true for us. We have different feelings about our parents and our upbringing. We have connected over the past couple of days over some family issues and I am seeing just how differently we were treated. I just marvel at who Trudy has become and what she has overcome. She is amazingly awesome in everything.<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCrVH1ZBeHmcCrEZJ2qGmKuNyHcyBjFescqFk4POm7u9gap3B0MVC_bYdRzXeD3nhoAgbvPevme39bDZEDmyljqYsjs_7WHjLVcqdzphxMmFFME1sMI9fFEzo6QE28Ak2vP0LbU4GXu3xd/s1600/IMG_3849.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCrVH1ZBeHmcCrEZJ2qGmKuNyHcyBjFescqFk4POm7u9gap3B0MVC_bYdRzXeD3nhoAgbvPevme39bDZEDmyljqYsjs_7WHjLVcqdzphxMmFFME1sMI9fFEzo6QE28Ak2vP0LbU4GXu3xd/s400/IMG_3849.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>One of the best parts of our relationship is honesty. We can tell each other our true feelings without fear of judgement. I wish I could adequately express how I feel towards her but I have never been known for my writing!! ha. I am so excited about visiting her this week for Thanksgiving and eating the turkey she bought for $5.88 last year. Hey...we hate turkey so it won't matter what it tastes like, right?<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-28693179263522018252010-11-21T21:06:00.000-05:002010-11-21T21:06:36.545-05:00thankful #21<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><br /></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Today I am thankful that we had a successful birthday party for Sophia! I mentioned before that we were doing a repeat from last year so this party was a "no brainer". The girls got off the bus and did their own thing! We ate hot dogs, pizza, carrots/apples(not many of those were taken!) and they played and ran around like little girls do! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsL7PEmzKdbCjq4xAURg5Lvee0VXUhbKgHUZfcyW3HeoO0Cx-aUnetv4wgIJYdJY6LoYQ0gClFAK6LX1D2hohubmEFnLsnEkmswPFDTmvrXIdfAqjxC3j3vSo486oC0PASP9xLP8xsvzT/s1600/IMG_4630.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsL7PEmzKdbCjq4xAURg5Lvee0VXUhbKgHUZfcyW3HeoO0Cx-aUnetv4wgIJYdJY6LoYQ0gClFAK6LX1D2hohubmEFnLsnEkmswPFDTmvrXIdfAqjxC3j3vSo486oC0PASP9xLP8xsvzT/s400/IMG_4630.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>The split into groups and created a commercial around a product.....this group was promoting Febreeze.<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsOY3U1pK4M2iv4zuyHUD1Dhj02dnwSNYziwG_wJxk3iBqUlMPi94DVKekxB2gKpFyXKYBXzhKYYq_Kli0p2upYzY844vFYNx_AHykc7BeBPmRXUmqDMC91CWkCVZocBnLRvqOWOht0Zm/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsOY3U1pK4M2iv4zuyHUD1Dhj02dnwSNYziwG_wJxk3iBqUlMPi94DVKekxB2gKpFyXKYBXzhKYYq_Kli0p2upYzY844vFYNx_AHykc7BeBPmRXUmqDMC91CWkCVZocBnLRvqOWOht0Zm/s400/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">And this group...gatorade! </div><br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BfsyHzEfy2k3t15t2flzVbBctJgzrHWMbFcMYvBnLsbWO6Jb9-jOqMAcPCKxWhWKr3V1o3U5_Xn-x4J0MPQy1UulPHbAfxIaytEGl-m0UxOa-3mKMszlr_YBZzWW3YeYhS665FSX_Wm0/s1600/IMG_4637.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BfsyHzEfy2k3t15t2flzVbBctJgzrHWMbFcMYvBnLsbWO6Jb9-jOqMAcPCKxWhWKr3V1o3U5_Xn-x4J0MPQy1UulPHbAfxIaytEGl-m0UxOa-3mKMszlr_YBZzWW3YeYhS665FSX_Wm0/s400/IMG_4637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">The cake was a big hit....3 cake mixes and lots of fondant!! My friend Chelsey was so nice to let Sophia help with the fondant! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">What did Nate do this whole time??? he didn't know there were 9 girls running around him....he was engrossed in Sophia's new DS game "Avatar: the last Airbender". I think the house could have been on fire and he wouldn't have noticed!!</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-34212177410960945022010-11-20T23:27:00.001-05:002010-11-20T23:29:34.529-05:00thankful #20<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Today I am thankful that Sophia participated in the Candlelight Run in Warm Springs last night. She registered for the 1 mile race at 9:30pm and I for the 5k at 10pm. She wanted me to run with her and I figured it would be a good warm-up for my race(sound funny to say I was in a race...i was racing only myself! ). As we lined up at the starting line they announced there would be a trophy for the top girl and boy 12 years old and under. Once the kids heard that they all were determined to be first! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">So when "go" was announced they all took off running! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9OgEf4qxYEpsSr9HvZIGvrbhD287IZSsbbAdU3wsUJt4AuvQ9xiAQD-IBMCu2abqartwwsxzahpN9py2n5DzEeL7nT69pDgidb1pmY9OePKeAFvO927oChWoFd0x8jQCNHkCp6Eryt9_/s1600/IMG_4657.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy9OgEf4qxYEpsSr9HvZIGvrbhD287IZSsbbAdU3wsUJt4AuvQ9xiAQD-IBMCu2abqartwwsxzahpN9py2n5DzEeL7nT69pDgidb1pmY9OePKeAFvO927oChWoFd0x8jQCNHkCp6Eryt9_/s400/IMG_4657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">pre-race photos with Anna</span></i></div>I was hoping she wouldn't take off too fast and get winded towards the end! The course was set up as a "down and back" so when she started back i just joined in with her. Good thing because she was getting pretty tired and wanted to walk.<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66Xs8Xf4lwev6aV7SeMBY6lKtXuEd0duuukcEswcS90CfEkKdVMtH2YKoP4UjYg11xGiV45vkwoNoNP4ry0MXra2IKmtF7ppzPp7gbKW1xOwMIbA30SxmDqIvJnJZB8JM6O2oRU-KZP0y/s1600/IMG_4662.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66Xs8Xf4lwev6aV7SeMBY6lKtXuEd0duuukcEswcS90CfEkKdVMtH2YKoP4UjYg11xGiV45vkwoNoNP4ry0MXra2IKmtF7ppzPp7gbKW1xOwMIbA30SxmDqIvJnJZB8JM6O2oRU-KZP0y/s400/IMG_4662.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>I had noticed that she was going to be in 2nd place but then saw the 1st place girl stopping and holding her side....I felt bad for her but was also happy that Sophia now had a shot at 1st. Felt bad about that! Numerous times Sophia wanted to stop and walk or slow down but I kept pushing her and nudging her along....<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1mBDilpYI4z3ui-W1fYozVpCZhDsHV3hULT-BeG2xI_gyaFOgUHPk5pudsWLJKbuFjfdfFwoUT55K_dBxrVgjYKYER-N6XdTl9zUSulhg53j7Y52171ezM9W994ExZz15yEFKFl4aarR/s1600/IMG_4664.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1mBDilpYI4z3ui-W1fYozVpCZhDsHV3hULT-BeG2xI_gyaFOgUHPk5pudsWLJKbuFjfdfFwoUT55K_dBxrVgjYKYER-N6XdTl9zUSulhg53j7Y52171ezM9W994ExZz15yEFKFl4aarR/s400/IMG_4664.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>And she did it! 8:53 was her time! Her last mile race time was over 10 minutes!!! Way to go Sophia!<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FcbAFP3q7khAa7qa4qaywmtMQJ9-qaePAB9dKurDnLgMMcIHNOQcPygXnIbBSgqYoODu77eCZ3eQayRtqqpuy6RV06DcqbrM6oyaDkzztlhwovz5mVSgsXsWJ7JWWv3Tjn6CqJdIakZF/s1600/IMG_4677.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FcbAFP3q7khAa7qa4qaywmtMQJ9-qaePAB9dKurDnLgMMcIHNOQcPygXnIbBSgqYoODu77eCZ3eQayRtqqpuy6RV06DcqbrM6oyaDkzztlhwovz5mVSgsXsWJ7JWWv3Tjn6CqJdIakZF/s400/IMG_4677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>And she got the biggest trophy! She was so proud...and I was too! Next year Nate and Dad said they would participate with us as well!<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-47365094901345896742010-11-19T19:48:00.004-05:002010-11-19T19:57:33.877-05:00thankful #19<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/ARP/ARP123/pizza4_c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 94px;" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/ARP/ARP123/pizza4_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>Fridays I wake up so thankful that i do not have to fix lunches for my children! It is the one day they can eat at school...why Friday? It is Pizza Pizza day!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-57289292854204607852010-11-18T23:16:00.002-05:002010-11-18T23:18:25.185-05:00thankful #18<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">today i am thankful that Fia doesn't mind having a recycled birthday party! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR_7kwxxT_1V5LgXNY1Mw8kV8fjt2frik1nYqLYP7DZhaMaHoBdcWSP4RDHxfPDiVpG75NMo5KKPr05eEXh5XWULL5PAm6Sl3KZQXZtt3lrvq2h21QNAXEnyUNtEEavMZr8_uDh37hpoc/s1600/VID00086.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR_7kwxxT_1V5LgXNY1Mw8kV8fjt2frik1nYqLYP7DZhaMaHoBdcWSP4RDHxfPDiVpG75NMo5KKPr05eEXh5XWULL5PAm6Sl3KZQXZtt3lrvq2h21QNAXEnyUNtEEavMZr8_uDh37hpoc/s400/VID00086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER">i thought this would have been a video...but it showed up as a picture instead! </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><br /></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-47093343080909202492010-11-17T20:28:00.000-05:002010-11-17T21:37:42.433-05:00thankful #17<div>i am always grateful for spell check! </div><div><br /></div><div>These 3 words I am getting wrong lately....and these are the only ones I remember:</div><div><br /></div><div>practice (i would always leave off the first 'c' - pratice )</div><div>transition (i want to spell it transistion )</div><div>opportunity ( i spell it opprotunity )</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rochesterturning.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/spellcheck1.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 463px; height: 327px;" src="http://rochesterturning.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/spellcheck1.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-39115142380887822802010-11-16T22:30:00.001-05:002010-11-16T22:32:26.799-05:00thankful #16<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><br /></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">today i am thankful for this little girl. she turns 11 tomorrow and </div><div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; ">just brings joy to everyone she meets. </div></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijldHl3ej9mONEEfSkzvbRyAHdbwOhyphenhyphenNj_Nde4ONzk8sYpAz4ziOt8wu1XyvuiD5HeJZF0AmMiPrGVrYO0noDyu0JokoWGhlBF6iPgnire9afZtq8TnAOszOeckZZZJsSA1tqbSzRiHQ1c/s1600/IMG00029-20101116-2120.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijldHl3ej9mONEEfSkzvbRyAHdbwOhyphenhyphenNj_Nde4ONzk8sYpAz4ziOt8wu1XyvuiD5HeJZF0AmMiPrGVrYO0noDyu0JokoWGhlBF6iPgnire9afZtq8TnAOszOeckZZZJsSA1tqbSzRiHQ1c/s400/IMG00029-20101116-2120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">Richard took this picture tonight on the last night she will be 10. i asked her how she felt about never being 10 again. she didn't like growing up and wish she could stay a kid. i totally agreed with her.</div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijldHl3ej9mONEEfSkzvbRyAHdbwOhyphenhyphenNj_Nde4ONzk8sYpAz4ziOt8wu1XyvuiD5HeJZF0AmMiPrGVrYO0noDyu0JokoWGhlBF6iPgnire9afZtq8TnAOszOeckZZZJsSA1tqbSzRiHQ1c/s1600/IMG00029-20101116-2120.jpg"></a> </div><br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweEiU_kA1U3UXLZlRV_rpzSWTNoHNgtyV1Uq7G3K9EgNRqKm__yzd2AVi8fWHBJ4yclqnL-WOE69TmdVt3QzIJ2kRl6bHs15PFX4yjH5caI8GjtW64GX5c1Sh4njzKODfr0dbH-c8L60B/s1600/IMG00002-20101030-1449.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweEiU_kA1U3UXLZlRV_rpzSWTNoHNgtyV1Uq7G3K9EgNRqKm__yzd2AVi8fWHBJ4yclqnL-WOE69TmdVt3QzIJ2kRl6bHs15PFX4yjH5caI8GjtW64GX5c1Sh4njzKODfr0dbH-c8L60B/s400/IMG00002-20101030-1449.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">she is a great friend and loves to be happy.</div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe6DB1L3ADsHk7E2L6DkK4mtlJ35lSwRRsmE5mbyoHW6VGp2ZJxLVzWMHZMoj2ZUb74-w2WEJsbbt7H7QlYjP0fiSdEGAHa0vdTYlijpU528GoouF6WKfm4StrxNjsqVIkVPQGZHkrrmJ/s1600/IMG_2024.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe6DB1L3ADsHk7E2L6DkK4mtlJ35lSwRRsmE5mbyoHW6VGp2ZJxLVzWMHZMoj2ZUb74-w2WEJsbbt7H7QlYjP0fiSdEGAHa0vdTYlijpU528GoouF6WKfm4StrxNjsqVIkVPQGZHkrrmJ/s400/IMG_2024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">where has the time gone! </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5qukNc12mKI5-G4_ts4-8-zuqYp7hoJ-bMNAgTEAwL-I0chQfEoWiuJUym30oIKLV_HSJsV0w-qVSisB5Khk386s-c-Y6ph1xj7OhegcIH-z_fVsTs84Y3QimERstzLZ6WylftNDaUFM/s1600/IMG_4396.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5qukNc12mKI5-G4_ts4-8-zuqYp7hoJ-bMNAgTEAwL-I0chQfEoWiuJUym30oIKLV_HSJsV0w-qVSisB5Khk386s-c-Y6ph1xj7OhegcIH-z_fVsTs84Y3QimERstzLZ6WylftNDaUFM/s400/IMG_4396.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">hope you stay as happy and excited about your birthdays as you are today! we love our baby girl!</div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-68063193267175555742010-11-15T18:57:00.003-05:002010-11-15T19:57:46.786-05:00thankful#15<div>I am thankful that I love to exercise. I can't think of a time period when I didn't exercise...in my 20's i got caught in the diet/exercise nonsense most young adults fall into but luckily my 30's have been filled with a healthy relationship with exercise. we are best buddies. I don't see it as "i have to workout" but "i want to workout". I dropped the expectations. </div><div><br /></div><div>I also love being an instructor. This year I became a Silver Sneakers Instructor. I love being with the 65 + crowd. I teach the MSROM(muscle strength and range of motion) class which is for all levels and then the CardioFit one which is the "Advanced" class. I have so much fun with them!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jbu.edu/assets/health_complex/resource/image/silversneakers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.jbu.edu/assets/health_complex/resource/image/silversneakers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>Last summer I took the training to teach Body Pump. I have always loved how strong I felt after lifting weights -and especially after taking a Pump class....so it was a perfect fit! I love helping the members(especially women) see how beneficial weight lifting can be ! And no women can't "bulk" up...so don't be afraid to go heavy!! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spincycles.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/body-pump-poster-from-les-mills-website.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://spincycles.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/body-pump-poster-from-les-mills-website.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>My first group fitness experience was with RPM (Raw Power in Motion). This was my favorite class because it got my heart-rate up and produced that adrenalin high that we all love!(wait...you don't' love it??) Like a friend told me this week "RPM is very hard but when you finish you have this great sense of accomplishment!"...and that is true. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baybodyfit.co.nz/images/RPM.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.baybodyfit.co.nz/images/RPM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I lam thankful that i get paid to exercise!!! </div></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-9880027705696102412010-11-14T21:37:00.001-05:002010-11-14T21:38:04.873-05:00thankful #14<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><br /></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;">today i am thankful for a great church family. </div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1DzxZ8kY96cds4y44a5Tv9pGT2VPpUiuAQdp0FckFueps5MTSqcaUIGRGM6zoX1bGlUSlNu67RZFu2CDKKUJ4UqxipTm9z-stQfVC_x1gSaSzVryb4QLl9EwS2CT86ZVY0n9KRsYD_3C/s1600/Nov+6%252C+2010.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1DzxZ8kY96cds4y44a5Tv9pGT2VPpUiuAQdp0FckFueps5MTSqcaUIGRGM6zoX1bGlUSlNu67RZFu2CDKKUJ4UqxipTm9z-stQfVC_x1gSaSzVryb4QLl9EwS2CT86ZVY0n9KRsYD_3C/s400/Nov+6%252C+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div>i wish i had pictures of everyone but here are a few that we have taken from different activities this year. we truly are a family!<br /><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURyUVHYcNW3M0hFdHlQfvvYG8oLG3FVNSU5bvYfgtYSvpwHZMJwCD5p070jvSVyS1YV-R83yaeQl1hUzpdi5c_JeXS08CxRYJvo2iR_gWPqnKvj2wHW2ZAGED4udzNBCqwG2tBAlRC9Zn/s1600/Recently+Updated2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURyUVHYcNW3M0hFdHlQfvvYG8oLG3FVNSU5bvYfgtYSvpwHZMJwCD5p070jvSVyS1YV-R83yaeQl1hUzpdi5c_JeXS08CxRYJvo2iR_gWPqnKvj2wHW2ZAGED4udzNBCqwG2tBAlRC9Zn/s400/Recently+Updated2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-90814784718066494942010-11-13T20:31:00.001-05:002010-11-13T20:33:11.433-05:00Thankful # 13<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>today i am thankful for laughing. this has brought some laughter in our lives today! Nate sounds just like the old man!</div><div><br /></div><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DjGwusHrOtk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjGwusHrOtk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjGwusHrOtk?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2182761800218941717.post-47683841423955947382010-11-12T20:49:00.001-05:002010-11-12T20:51:01.327-05:00thankful #11<div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaTfNxgeapaRDkIBF1cmIB6pER57AORqmhA5Y-ySS0zKZnS0swlb_klCmpai-V0LyW7linZOrC1DzawmUCkPHzu2_oVAgRGWpsNW1wWNkEZHD6-UDNX5hypq0FJy6WqzTc0rXI6eMliBA/s1600/IMG_3888.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaTfNxgeapaRDkIBF1cmIB6pER57AORqmhA5Y-ySS0zKZnS0swlb_klCmpai-V0LyW7linZOrC1DzawmUCkPHzu2_oVAgRGWpsNW1wWNkEZHD6-UDNX5hypq0FJy6WqzTc0rXI6eMliBA/s400/IMG_3888.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this pic is just a random one...just because posts are more fun to read when there is a picture attached! Sophia is giving Nate a hug in this picture....he is not fighting back because he is asleep! don't tell him about this or he will be mad!</span></i></div><div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnaTfNxgeapaRDkIBF1cmIB6pER57AORqmhA5Y-ySS0zKZnS0swlb_klCmpai-V0LyW7linZOrC1DzawmUCkPHzu2_oVAgRGWpsNW1wWNkEZHD6-UDNX5hypq0FJy6WqzTc0rXI6eMliBA/s1600/IMG_3888.jpg"></a> </div>i am thankful for the weekend. where we don't have bedtimes and alarm clocks! and that Richard has a job that allows him to be home every weekend!<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>the Villamor'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11068460667027743299noreply@blogger.com2