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<br>Stephanie ClickStephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-2208071705673532382011-09-13T04:37:00.000-07:002011-09-13T05:41:16.693-07:00Hi! Friends asked me to invite you to our site!.. <a href="http://www.compratusaldo.com/com.page.php?syhot=53w2">http://www.compratusaldo.com/com.page.php?syhot=53w2</a>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-86745131500690254722010-07-23T09:51:00.001-07:002010-07-23T09:51:30.921-07:00<a href="http://lowigir.angelfire.com/">http://lowigir.angelfire.com/</a>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-4871857377184548232009-05-12T16:02:00.000-07:002009-05-12T16:06:42.588-07:00Barnyard PraiseCan you stand how cute these little praisers are?<br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3n5hyu0_kc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3n5hyu0_kc&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />My little horse is closest to the center and my cowboy is the closest to the center with the red bandanna.<br /><br />If the video doesn't load for you, go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3n5hyu0_kc">here</a> to see it directly!Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-90168405024802264902009-05-11T11:38:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:41:39.829-07:00Massage Envy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXizXzaKDFNp3fX9ZMEwr7sCiSYSvDieJ6HdgsOE39Q_iyTFb0mQj-4ZMiLrSeFQxgvw9yeT360k5sk07VM3aBNy7JALHERMbWjN5eJgB6n95OJJU5vfWpPt1yRmqE2ye_knyWLwubdiO5/s1600-h/geryandevan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXizXzaKDFNp3fX9ZMEwr7sCiSYSvDieJ6HdgsOE39Q_iyTFb0mQj-4ZMiLrSeFQxgvw9yeT360k5sk07VM3aBNy7JALHERMbWjN5eJgB6n95OJJU5vfWpPt1yRmqE2ye_knyWLwubdiO5/s200/geryandevan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334641457602588514" /></a>This is my sweet friend, Gery, and her adorable son, Evan. Aren't they beautiful?<br /><br />I met Gery almost two years ago. Our kids go to the same daycare.<br /><br />Actually, it goes a little deeper than that ...Our kids are in love.<br /><br />Oh yes, I'm speaking of Gery's son, Evan, and my daughter, Piper. And, yes again ... they are both 4. But, believe it or not, their love has lasted longer than some married couples I know. Nearly two years.<br /><br />Evan is about 6 weeks older than Piper, so if it came time to move Evan to a new class and not Piper - even the daycare workers knew that they would have to wait. They can not be separated! Both of them would cry so pitifully that it just wasn't worth it.<br /><br />Luckily, they are cute and charming and downright adorable. Otherwise, it would be disgusting.<br /><br />Thankfully, our families have gotten to know each other. We enjoyed a great New Year's Eve together and have had a ball reading each other's crazy Facebook status'. (My husband, Don, and Gery's husband, Bill, could get into a lot of trouble if left unattended for any amount of time!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFNkTTj-AiX3CKC1BOx01U9R_RzojrXQuuSukUm8DJi40Z454NCCTtHk_FslSI4WE8GcaTlb6JPjmGfIC1hvr_RwwytQAbtsXevblfsBclvw3uotq4aNEhi-gslSPfdcry20ldDlt4cWZ/s1600-h/massage-envy-BIG-logo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 91px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFNkTTj-AiX3CKC1BOx01U9R_RzojrXQuuSukUm8DJi40Z454NCCTtHk_FslSI4WE8GcaTlb6JPjmGfIC1hvr_RwwytQAbtsXevblfsBclvw3uotq4aNEhi-gslSPfdcry20ldDlt4cWZ/s200/massage-envy-BIG-logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334641546962837730" /></a>When I was told that I got to visit a local Massage Envy and that I could invite a friend, I immediately thought of Gery. As fellow working moms, I made our appointments made for the day before Mother's Day. I figured we could start celebrating/pampering ourselves a little early.<br /><br />Our appointments were at 1:00 PM, so we arrived 15 minutes early to fill out our paper work. One of the "check boxes" was to indicate whether you wanted "light," "firm," or "deep tissue." I wasn't totally sure of what that meant (I've since looked it up on the Massage Envy website), but I thought that "Deep Tissue" sounded good, so I went with that.<br /><br />From the lobby we went into the Tranquility Room and waited for our therapists to get us. Gery's arrived first, and mine (Julie) was just seconds after.<br /><br />The therapy room was dark and definitely relaxing. Julie asked me several questions so that she could tailor the experience to exactly what I was looking for. A huge plus for me was that the bed had a bed warmer. I am so cold natured ... this was heaven for me!<br /><br />The 50 minutes flew by. Deep Tissue was definitely the right choice for me. I didn't have any knots or soreness, so it felt heavenly to me. I can never seem to fall asleep during a massage, but I was certainly more relaxed than usual. It really was wonderful!<br /><br />Gery and I met up after we were done. We were noticeably more relaxed. We talked on the way home about how we should do this more often. I think most all moms are guilty of putting themselves last in the pampering category. So, this was a great Mother's Day treat for us, and a good reminder that we have to take better care of ourselves in order to be the best wife and mom that we can be.<br /><br />Something that I learned at Massage Envy was that they offer monthly plans! I had no idea. For a very discounted cost, you can get a one-hour massage each month. I'm definitely considering it. AND, the contract is good at any Massage Envy location!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrrhBoLUhxjYJNUSGXKh66YtBmrNW9LWWJlj3bu1qE9HIu6SlqEp4WPyBR4QVSewGWXRQ7CXmn-6_OwpoZl6xjjINaf7gLQDKYXpfsltu8rOaRMc3xx1az-G9jDCqb5J76DKH3SpOKcIvo/s1600-h/piperandevan.jpg"><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/AVvXsEjrrhBoLUhxjYJNUSGXKh66YtBmrNW9LWWJlj3bu1qE9HIu6SlqEp4WPyBR4QVSewGWXRQ7CXmn-6_OwpoZl6xjjINaf7gLQDKYXpfsltu8rOaRMc3xx1az-G9jDCqb5J76DKH3SpOKcIvo/s200/piperandevan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334641647608888082" /></a>It was a great day. Thanks to the manager, Stephanie, and to all the great therapists out there that have loved on all the Mommy Bloggers in the past week.<br /><br />Thanks to my friend, Gery, for being a great sport and coming with me.<br /><br />And, special thanks to these little cuties for introducing us :)Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-19995386743305421132009-05-08T14:14:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:41:25.284-07:00Ok, let's talk Jon and Kate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfce8fLWgbigOqHkd9zkWmPIibjrAhsKoLhREUg8igYfwNiWqYxHv6lU_c8620IqcK4JxMVAnNtdhMoxs9v2hIuSwEGUwAiwDbc6b6a4wRQcWndLuVFqWkYmmLO3R08bgIjfx2xuiYNjWj/s1600-h/jon-kate-8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfce8fLWgbigOqHkd9zkWmPIibjrAhsKoLhREUg8igYfwNiWqYxHv6lU_c8620IqcK4JxMVAnNtdhMoxs9v2hIuSwEGUwAiwDbc6b6a4wRQcWndLuVFqWkYmmLO3R08bgIjfx2xuiYNjWj/s400/jon-kate-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333567152857350898" border="0" /></a><br />I know it's on your mind ... let's just fess up. Are you following/wondering about Jon and Kate Gosselin? What's the truth? What's not?<br /><br />Here's what I think ...<br /><br />I think it stinks.<br />I think that no matter what the truth is, people are hurting.<br />I think that their marriage will suffer - regardless.<br />I think that children are sensing tension which is not healthy for them.<br /><br />I hate that this is happening. I have opinions on what I think of Kate and what I think of Jon, but those have to be thrown aside. They are a married couple. And, in my opinion, once you make your vows "before God and these witnesses" - you are married regardless of personality conflicts, how you grow apart, or whatever else life throws your way.<br /><br />I would hate to think:<br />(1) that Jon would even fathom being with another woman OTHER THAN the mother of his 8 children,<br />(2) that this is truly a misunderstanding and this family has gone through this pain for nothing.<br /><br />We all have to agree that the Gosselin kids are the cutest children ever. I could just scoop them all up and kiss their little cheeks!<br /><br />We need to pray for this family. How they handle this crisis could be an example for many people in a similar position. I hope they handle it honestly (with themselves, not "the general public") and I hope that they can keep their family intact.<br /><br />I think they're going to have a rough road either way.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-29552844980846589112009-05-07T07:59:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:41:08.342-07:00Mommy Makeover DayIt was Mommy Makeover Day at Avery's school. I went into this not having the first idea what this would bring, but SURE that Avery wanted me there. I made arrangements to be gone from work and headed out. The event was from 1:30-2:00 which is funny to me because it takes me 50 minutes to drive there - 30 minutes for the makeover - and 50 minutes back to work. Nevertheless, I laughed and went. Avery was so excited that I was going to get to come.<br /><br />As I pulled into Avery's school, I was amazed at the number of cars. I love that his school has a high percentage of parent participation. They are able to do some cool things with the kids because of this. As a working mom (and dad, for that matter), we don't get to do EVERYTHING we'd like to do at the school. We have to pick and choose the events that we attend. For example, today is Field Day. We can't do it ... Friday, is "Ranger Science" - we can't do that either. Not this time. But a week from Friday is Popsicles with Pop. Don will be there. Events with a specific parent focus, we never miss.<br /><br />I got my visitor sticker and headed to Avery's classroom. He was SO happy to see me. He is so proud of his classroom and his area. He's always eager to show me all of the things he's done. On each table, there was a platter filled with lotions, barettes, hair-ties, mirrors ... all the things you need to be beautiful. We were told to bring our own make-up, so I had my full bag with me!<br /><br />Avery started by brushing my hair. He was so gentle. He talked about how his combing made my hair look very pretty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wWdtEiJwscE27RxYxI_bUwXkNQsY1ZtfVldFZ8rs4_sKL39YnkSEGSeGgAPHOQrTHE4ndFtGj8v9BZ3Y3_yCvMn2WIvqBrKowloDq1BcgKauirfxbOxG7r_39Ux8cSjZ_2lxEMpyxrmz/s1600-h/IMG_0614.jpg"><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/AVvXsEg5wWdtEiJwscE27RxYxI_bUwXkNQsY1ZtfVldFZ8rs4_sKL39YnkSEGSeGgAPHOQrTHE4ndFtGj8v9BZ3Y3_yCvMn2WIvqBrKowloDq1BcgKauirfxbOxG7r_39Ux8cSjZ_2lxEMpyxrmz/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333100100971262882" /></a><br /><br />Next, he rubbed lotion on my arms. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7nDJPm8J4fbK4hM0cuG3P9ERTFctELY9xiMms_7b3mjLyO11izy-6I6aTXAlVXwDA6Gco49r1ALA0jjN-Ik-olgl76feK7BCDKwzdCPzME-idXEV9Hpvt-avD8CbY2pol8Rm6du5Vrsq/s1600-h/IMG_0616.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7nDJPm8J4fbK4hM0cuG3P9ERTFctELY9xiMms_7b3mjLyO11izy-6I6aTXAlVXwDA6Gco49r1ALA0jjN-Ik-olgl76feK7BCDKwzdCPzME-idXEV9Hpvt-avD8CbY2pol8Rm6du5Vrsq/s320/IMG_0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333099961080283938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After that, he put make-up on me. He did amazingly well. I, being the adventurous mom that I am, even let Avery attempt to put mascara on me. He got all but one big glob on my eyelashes. No one could believe that I was brave enough to let him even try to put a stick near my eye!<br /><br />After the make-up it was time for hair accessories, Avery loved putting the accessories in. I left with a scrunchie in the back of my hair, a head band, and 4 barrettes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oKfhh_TRm0VjGts8riW7p4n2nY3WLuSxKKcJSeTPluY34jHIeIBkKFoPNs3PrWYLpZwmZahmmejcRyZnE0PC15Ayjo1cI04-3YsRlKLhrku0d6vhyphenhyphenZQukpu0ZHeNG9ne3E26tW89Jeg-/s1600-h/IMG_0625.jpg"><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/AVvXsEh6oKfhh_TRm0VjGts8riW7p4n2nY3WLuSxKKcJSeTPluY34jHIeIBkKFoPNs3PrWYLpZwmZahmmejcRyZnE0PC15Ayjo1cI04-3YsRlKLhrku0d6vhyphenhyphenZQukpu0ZHeNG9ne3E26tW89Jeg-/s320/IMG_0625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333118872439245714" /></a><br /><br />As the picture above was taken, he was giving me a shoulder massage. Avery is my compassionate child, he loves doing things for other people. Look at how proud he is rubbing my shoulders. Can't you just see it on his face? Ohhhhhh ... he's such a sweetheart.<br /><br />The day ended with a song about Mother's from the whole class.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_NXvRafFU1ymiq1dnMCaC4c3mV6URZ6_iAZlaNja4t7JreWN4wbhcjNGKs1SO4czAL22L75l3CX6bCKo3SJpd_9Sk7BDTUMxQNaRWU_giGyuV0otRR_UhEJcFrLsbamfFe3o1XRze5qJj/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"><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/AVvXsEj_NXvRafFU1ymiq1dnMCaC4c3mV6URZ6_iAZlaNja4t7JreWN4wbhcjNGKs1SO4czAL22L75l3CX6bCKo3SJpd_9Sk7BDTUMxQNaRWU_giGyuV0otRR_UhEJcFrLsbamfFe3o1XRze5qJj/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333121485122323666" /></a><br /><br />We love mothers, we love mothers,<br />Yes, we do! Yes, we do!<br />Mother's are for hugging,<br />and they are for kissing.<br />We love moms!<br />We love moms!<br /><br />There was one child who didn't have a mom come to Mommy Makeover. My heart broke for him. He was so incredibly sad. A teacher from another class came in and asked him to make her over, but you could tell he really didn't want too. I felt so bad for him.<br /><br />We have really tried to let Avery know "why" we can't come to everything, but if it is a special event just for Mom's and Dad's - you better believe we'll be there.<br /><br />I had such a good time with "just" Avery. Rarely do we get time to ourselves. He was so proud of how he had done me up. I was amazed at the mom's who ran to the bathroom to wash everything off, or quickly took out their clips as they ran out the door.<br /><br />Not me. I came back to work just like I was. Didn't change a thing. Not even the glob of mascara on my face. Because in the life of one 5 year old boy today, I was the most beautiful mom in the world. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ho-36BKdAlOfAWSqmHJy-QxQTsNhn3-RA7ereiJbE43xMSsO4xiuOS5s6jBox1PchhQzkJn0XyTHZrgO2qf67xSMs4owGNpP5kXk4jVO5im4Lhtp7iqzRIYuZdikvaGhkQBkDVLSV8bh/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"><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/AVvXsEh_Ho-36BKdAlOfAWSqmHJy-QxQTsNhn3-RA7ereiJbE43xMSsO4xiuOS5s6jBox1PchhQzkJn0XyTHZrgO2qf67xSMs4owGNpP5kXk4jVO5im4Lhtp7iqzRIYuZdikvaGhkQBkDVLSV8bh/s320/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333128065544431186" /></a>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-63246372986312562592009-05-06T09:00:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:40:47.374-07:00A Day In Our LifeI did a video for the Mommy Madness site about everywhere our car goes in a typical day.<br /><br />I'm worn out just thinking about it!<br /><br /><object height="300" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4498376&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4498376&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/4498376">A Day In Our Life</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1623260">Stephanie Click</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>(If you can't see the video, click <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/4498376">here</a> for the parent site.)Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-10037679483891338302009-05-04T15:00:00.001-07:002009-05-11T14:40:26.781-07:00Chevy Traverse FAQ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_syqKZ6RzgbuuIu9gaPbISljhyphenhyphendPxcXeLrJx4d5zll-VhURI9XOhL4cyyP5OQIICEemGQp_EKg-5lp_lzQdQMhJTHXkLgoo9YOLgg9K58UiNXwhCYi8B1n8-QlHiZ7JK5DFvUMhAFPRo/s1600-h/2009_chevy_traverse_16.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_syqKZ6RzgbuuIu9gaPbISljhyphenhyphendPxcXeLrJx4d5zll-VhURI9XOhL4cyyP5OQIICEemGQp_EKg-5lp_lzQdQMhJTHXkLgoo9YOLgg9K58UiNXwhCYi8B1n8-QlHiZ7JK5DFvUMhAFPRo/s320/2009_chevy_traverse_16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332092075961084530" /></a><br />It seems like everyone I meet is asking questions about the Traverse. I LOVE answering them - it’s been so fun to drive this car and find something new every day.<br /><br />Many of the moms have answered this one already, but I’ll add my two cents for what it’s worth -<br />Question 1: “Does the Traverse fit in your garage?”<br />Answer: Truthfully, our garage is so packed with stuff, a snake would be hard pressed to slither inside. We’ve moved two times in three years - we’ve got boxes and furniture galore in there. However, if all of that was cleared away, then yes - it would fit. However, two of them would not.<br /><br />Question 2: “What’s your favorite feature on the Traverse?<br />Answer: Hands down the reverse camera. It beeps when you get too close to something, AND it has lights that let you know exactly how close you really are! A yellow light, then a red light, then a double red light when you’ve really gone far enough!!!<br /><br />Question 3: “How does it drive?”<br />Answer: I’ve had a minivan before and to me it handles like a mini-van, but drives like a car. Does that make sense? I feel in control all the time, yet I love the feeling of being above the road.<br /><br />Question 4: “How’s it been doing in the rain?<br />Answer: It’s been a dream! The windshield is not huge, so the wipers get off a good deal of the rain. On my model, there is a wiper on the back windshield as well. That really helps since the Traverse if longer than what I’m used too.<br /><br />Question 5: “Is it too big for a family of 4?”<br />Answer: I don’t think so. We have really enjoyed having the extra space. All of our family lives out of town, so whenever anyone visits - we always have to go places in two cars. (Pain.) It’s been nice to be able to fit people other than ourselves in the vehicle, AS WELL AS the stuff that we always have to take with us.<br /><br />Question 6: “Would you suggest the captains seats or the bench seat for the second row?<br />Answer: It’s just a matter of opinion really, but if I were purchasing this car for me and my family situation - I would go with captain seats. I think the kids, as they get older, would enjoy that freedom a little more.<br /><br />Question 7: “Do you think the Traverse is worth the price?”<br />Answer: Absolutely. It’s been an excellent car, and with even the standard features, I think it’s a great vehicle. I wouldn’t baulk at anyone shelling out the money for it.<br /><br />Question 8: “Are you buying the car when the promotion’s over?”<br />Answer: TBD :)Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-8273923303098414922009-05-04T10:22:00.000-07:002009-05-11T12:56:12.821-07:00Grocery GameLots of people are asking me about The Grocery Game. Here's a link directly to a post I wrote about it!<br /><br />Good luck - and please use me as a referral :) stephanie@sassysaving.com<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sassysaving.com/2009/02/grocery-game.html">Grocery Game Link</a>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-54516370943955990192009-05-01T07:51:00.001-07:002009-05-01T08:41:59.399-07:00First Trip To the DentistI put off taking the kids to the dentist for too long. I'm not really sure why. I carry dental insurance for each child ... I guess it's really just been "out of sight, out of mind".<br /><br />Yesterday, the kids had their first visit to the Pediatric Dentist. They were a little apprehensive, but came away THRILLED and excited about all the cool things that they got to do while they were there.<br /><br />I was amazed at the terminology that they used with the kids to get them to do what they needed. For example, when they want to suck the water out of your mouth with the hose, they told the kids to kiss the hose. Genius. It allowed them to get all the water out while getting the kids mouths positioned exactly where they needed it!<br /><br />By the way, I'm starting an orthodontic fund for Piper today. $10 a paycheck from here on out. Piper's head is too small to accommodate her permanent teeth, so unless she has a tremendous growth spurt - she's going to need braces by the 3rd grade. I had M-A-J-O-R teeth problems ... I wore braces into college and had 6 <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">extra</span> teeth extracted by an oral surgeon when I was still in elementary school - not counting having my wisdom teeth out! I'm hoping she doesn't have near the troubles that I had. I'm REALLY praying that one set of sassy pink braces will fix her right up!<br /><br />Avery, on the other hand, has dental textbook teeth. Permanent teeth coming in exactly where they should. Why is it always the boys that get the beautiful teeth and long eyelashes?<br /><br />Here's a little slide show from yesterday to enjoy.<br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fstephanieclick%2Falbumid%2F5330594722556589841%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-76651772450471833792009-04-29T14:20:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:40:08.164-07:00Barnyard Praise TONIGHT!Tonight is the closing program for the WAM Jr. program at <a href="http://www.second.org">Second Baptist Church</a>. This is Avery's second year to be involved. Since February, Piper has been involved and I joined as a "helper".<br /><br />Avery has the opening line of the program ... too cute. I'm hoping he doesn't clam up, although he's becoming less shy. I'm sure he'll be fine. The Kindergarten kids are dressing as farmers.<br /><br />Piper will be on the front row. (A definite advantage to being short!) Her class will be costumed as horses. I may just die at the "preciousness". She'll think she's the coolest horse that's ever lived.<br /><br />Videos and pictures will be posted! Wish us luck :)Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-20444653064957317792009-04-28T12:18:00.001-07:002009-05-11T14:39:55.162-07:00Spring 2009 Garage SaleLast Saturday, April 25, was the designated Garage Sale day for our neighborhood. If you live in a Master Planned Community, then you are probably familiar with the fact that everyone has to have their sale on the same day regardless of whether or not you’re finished going through all of your closets! <p>With that said, it’s probably better for me that they just tell us what day to drag things out and sell them to the lowest bidder (what it seems like anyway!)</p> <p>This year, I warned my husband that this was an “everything must go sale”. I warned the kids that if they got too far out on the driveway and someone offered a price - they might go too! I was serious about this garage sale.</p> <p>This comes from the fact that twice a year since we moved to Houston in May of 2006, I have dragged - what seems like - the same stuff out everytime. And, my husband has put back most of this same stuff … every.single.time.</p> <p>I was done with the dragging back in part. I was done with hearing the gasps of disbelief when the neighbors see our garage door open. I wondered if we would EVER know how it feels to park a small car in the garage - much less the Traverse.</p> <p>At 6:00 AM, we opened the “Click Family Garage Sale”. It was a slow start, but it picked up around 9:00 AM. I sold things marked at $60 for $20 just to get rid of it. I sold bags of childrens clothes marked at $2 for 50-cents. I put FREE on an old couch that was still there when we were ready to be done.</p> <p>We finished the day well, but we still had a lot of stuff left.</p> <p>Around 11:30, Don and I looked at what was left and decided that there was nothing left on our driveway that we were emotionally attached too. With that, we put down the second and third rows on the Traverse and started loading EVERYTHING into the vehicle.</p> <p>We had that thing full to the brim. What would have taken us at least three or four trips in our regular cars was an absolute breeze in the Traverse. One trip.</p> <p>We took our things to <a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/www.ktcm.org');" title="Katy Christian Ministries" href="http://www.ktcm.org/" target="_blank">Katy Christian Ministries </a>in Katy. (If you are in Sugar Land, let me recommend <a onclick="javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/secondmile.org');" title="Second Mile Ministries" href="http://secondmile.org/" target="_blank">Second Mile Ministries</a>.) My husband said that the man unloading our things took several of our boxes right to the sale table, and before Don left - a box full of pots and pans was already sold.</p> <p>I’m glad that someone else can get use out of our things. I hope that our things all find happy homes and make life easier for another family.</p>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-81789351995209880762009-04-27T19:05:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:39:33.698-07:00Rain Rain Go Away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kJl7FpYEwOhP34hjRmtBftYnjxAkkWPE67T0NGR_8c5tQhS9giIYI34_L6glAupdRmhyphenhyphenBI51HJSf-riGbD0VgDolY3iNS3QbrJ0Vbc3SosHHJvnqgMYeJkiIjM0FxRircSqbYxWwpaz5/s1600-h/rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329559136213918562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kJl7FpYEwOhP34hjRmtBftYnjxAkkWPE67T0NGR_8c5tQhS9giIYI34_L6glAupdRmhyphenhyphenBI51HJSf-riGbD0VgDolY3iNS3QbrJ0Vbc3SosHHJvnqgMYeJkiIjM0FxRircSqbYxWwpaz5/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It has rained ... and rained .... and rained some more. We have begun work on the arc but we aren't quite done yet.</div><div></div><br /><div>Seriously ... I'm thinking that I'll need to take back the Traverse and ask for a speedboat.</div><div></div><br /><div>With the reverse camera, please.</div><div></div><br /><p>My friend, Katy, and I got caught in the rain on Friday night. We had big plans for a girls night on the town. No husbands and no kids. We should have known that it wasn't meant to be.</p><p>We started off at the Olive Garden. As we were leaving, the heavens opened up and it rained like I've never seen it rain - until again today!</p><p>Katy and I ran to the car, even though a passerby who was noticibly more dry than us told us that you get less-wet if you walk. We ran as fast as we could. After we got in the car, we noticed that no one else was as wet as us. We didn't have a dry thread on us. The more we looked at each other, the harder we laughed. We were a mess.</p><p>However, instead of spending 1:40 looking at Zac Efron, we spent 1:40 shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond and Kirklands. It was a fair trade.</p><p>And, we didn't see anyone we knew. Thank goodness.</p>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-84950232035926960742009-04-24T14:51:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:39:16.044-07:00Prayers for CompassionFour bloggers that I follow faithfully online are headed to India at this moment. I began reading their blogs all at different times, so I thought it was very cool that they were chosen to travel on this trip together.<br /><br />Angie Smith, Pete Wilson, Anne Jackson, and Melissa Fitzpatrick are the four that I feel like I know ... They are traveling on behalf of Compassion International. <br /><br />Please pray for their safety and that they are able to tell the amazing story of Christ to the people in the areas where they will be serving.<br /><br />Visit <a href="http://compassionbloggers.com/trips/2009-india">this page</a> to read more about their trip and find links to their individual blogs.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-17598372128145061432009-04-22T15:15:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:38:57.084-07:00Driving Downtown Houston<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4284519&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4284519&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/4284519">Driving to Downtown Houston - Stephanie Click - MommyMadnessHouston.com</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1623260">Stephanie Click</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-55908109162955728972009-04-20T20:04:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:38:29.637-07:00My New Ride ... for now.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Yc_nBLnKxNudFmROCRxC2wLOlq8vCnn6Eye1l1GkzJqiiqkvNOPAYBVEDViJt_jrIdwVXqmjySszQiRNPbFDby1k6VbtDyhGU2SPBa7tci4vGB3x7Q9GI30yQCVHd7Y4aWt0dMeONA16/s1600-h/car.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Yc_nBLnKxNudFmROCRxC2wLOlq8vCnn6Eye1l1GkzJqiiqkvNOPAYBVEDViJt_jrIdwVXqmjySszQiRNPbFDby1k6VbtDyhGU2SPBa7tci4vGB3x7Q9GI30yQCVHd7Y4aWt0dMeONA16/s400/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326984715298575682" /></a><br />Several weeks ago, I received an email from a lady saying that she had come across my blog and was interested in me doing a promotion for her. Assuming it was spam, I nearly deleted it. I decided to respond with my phone number and asked her to please call me if this was a legitimate offer. Within minutes, I received another response asking for my number.<br /><br />And, I guess you could say, the rest is history.<br /><br />Today, I picked up a 2009 Chevy Traverse. I am part of a promotion between Chevy and CBS Radio. They picked three markets - Houston, Dallas, and Kansas City, and chose 5 Mom-Bloggers in each city. (In the Houston market, they reviewed over 200 blogs! I'm completely honored to have been chosen.) For the next 8 weeks, we each will drive a brand new Traverse with only the obligation being that we blog about our experiences with the vehicle - good and bad.<br /><br />We have a website that will serve as our "home base" - <a href="http://mommymadnesshouston.com">Mommy Madness</a>. You can read my bio and find out about the other gals chosen <a href="http://www.mommymadnesshouston.com/?page_id=2">here</a>.<br /><br />Bookmark this page as we'll each be adding cool things every day. <br /><br />You'll also get to vote for your favorite mom! You can vote as many times as you want! Each vote will enter you into a drawing for a girl’s getaway weekend (the winner - or the female of their choice -and three friends) to the Barton Creek Resort in Austin, TX. <br /><br />If you are in the Houston, you can get a free massage from Massage Envy by test driving the Traverse! All you do is go to your Houston Chevy dealer and ask to test drive the car. Once you're done, you get a gift certificate. It's a no-pressure deal. Promise.<br /><br />So, that's the situation with the car. It should be an interesting ride - no pun intended! The car had 44 miles on it when I picked it up today. It's heavenly.<br /><br />Watch for videos and cool feature segments about the Traverse. It's really a cool vehicle and I can't wait to tell you more about it.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-77983862367400765522009-04-15T08:56:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:38:01.235-07:00Music City Mystique? WGI?This afternoon, I'm leaving to spend the next four days with some of the best kids on the planet. These kids (kids to me anyway) are the members of Music City Mystique, a non-profit music organization that my husband and his friend, Chris Finen, began in 1994.<br /><br />To put it very simply, the approximately 40 members - girls and boys with an average age of 20 - put together an 8 minute percussion theatrical performance set in a gymnasium. This weekend is the World Championship competition where they will compete with teams from all over the US and the world. <br /><br />This little Tennessee group is no stranger to this contest. They've won the World Championship more than any other team - 1996, 1997, 1998, 2001, 2004 and again in 2006. They know what they're doing. I was honored to be part of the staff from 2002-2006. <br /><br />I've was married while teaching this group, I had two babies while teaching this group, I had to tell these kids that I loved as my own that my family was moving 15 hours away. Needless to say - we've experienced a lot of life together and I can't wait to see them this weekend.<br /><br />If you have a Twitter account, please consider following them @MusCtyMystique. I'll be doing updates many times throughout the day.<br /><br />Here is a video clip from a 2007 rehearsal ... it will give you a sneak peak at this activity if you've never seen it before!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psEbRmYtVQ0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psEbRmYtVQ0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-6592543357280329582009-04-07T12:22:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:37:46.474-07:00Crazy Pants DayI got Avery all the way to the bus this morning and was giving him a hug before I realized that his pants were on backwards.<br /><br />Seriously. Backwards. <br /><br />Buttoned. Zipped. The whole nine yards.<br /><br />I'm still not sure how he did it. He had to have just pulled them all the way up without taking the time to mess with noticing that there SHOULD BE a button and zipper to do.<br /><br />The worst part is that not only did he wear them backwards from home to daycare, but he went to the potty when he got to daycare. (His second chance to notice something was wrong!) It was when he came out of the bathroom and I was hugging him good-bye that I noticed that I was patting on a button and not his little bottom!<br /><br />Luckily, the assistant daycare director was there and she held the bus until I could take him back to the restroom and get him straightened out. All the way back to the restroom, he kept saying "What's wrong, Mom? What's wrong?" He had no clue.<br /><br />Bless his heart. <br /><br />Such a typical male.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-28617537823090910032009-04-05T14:04:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:37:30.375-07:00Dancing in Wal-MartSometimes we have a little bit too much fun with the music sampling station :) <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/stfCPwxaFrw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/stfCPwxaFrw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-40205985622087764472009-04-03T11:28:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:37:03.232-07:00My Big (Little) Girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9GbSqYJkvnsG0QAKKNgVjf0sjAKKlYz0-xrH53UtURAoWk7YRt6LyVPlHSjasSl_ohAlrPaiwEFvUMKLMiZ3Gsst1qlNNccN2jR2ap2nIt3KYW53-QCV7oujPXFXfErrkvWfVcvr55U1/s1600-h/piper+-+honor+roll.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9GbSqYJkvnsG0QAKKNgVjf0sjAKKlYz0-xrH53UtURAoWk7YRt6LyVPlHSjasSl_ohAlrPaiwEFvUMKLMiZ3Gsst1qlNNccN2jR2ap2nIt3KYW53-QCV7oujPXFXfErrkvWfVcvr55U1/s400/piper+-+honor+roll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320534382149743842" /></a>We're so proud of little Piper - this is her first time on the Honor Roll. (It's her first opportunity to be on the Honor Roll. Hate to make it sound like she's been 'underachieving'.)<br /><br />Yesterday was a little bit bittersweet. We were so excited about her Honor Roll certificate, but also found out that she'll be promoting to a new class on Monday. Her new teachers will be the same ones that Avery had this time last year. They are great teachers, and more than prepared him for Kindergarten. <br /><br />But, I LOVE LOVE LOVE her current teachers. They have been so good to Piper. They have loved and nurtured her, and have had patience ten-fold with my little girl. More importantly, she loves them. There have been many days that she's called me by one of their names. Normally, that would send me into some kind of guilty tailspin, but instead - I know - that it's a good thing. I'm glad that I can walk out the door of her classroom and know that she will be loved on all day long.<br /><br /><br />... Did I mention that Piper's boyfriend is already in the new class? Oh the drama. They're like an old married couple. Fight. Make-up. Hug. Fight. Make-up. Hug. Stay tuned for more on this one.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-71049998956001282832009-04-01T06:33:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:36:35.489-07:00Britney Concert Review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWGdLST8DurwNtI42AjdxB_vZLrWaWc46p-1asNLG9xox2HPkiSHU0Nultt6tTSxH7s9JI4MsRDNTKgW7TRdNvLW_aKNLZobawqwao_vBKQ3I8VnZMpu6ZgOQFQhjk8rP4eBGSWBKLpPs/s1600-h/britney-spears-circus-tour.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWGdLST8DurwNtI42AjdxB_vZLrWaWc46p-1asNLG9xox2HPkiSHU0Nultt6tTSxH7s9JI4MsRDNTKgW7TRdNvLW_aKNLZobawqwao_vBKQ3I8VnZMpu6ZgOQFQhjk8rP4eBGSWBKLpPs/s400/britney-spears-circus-tour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319722450308855458" /></a>I'm still excited about this concert. I'd see it again and again and again ... It was amazing. <br /><br />Here are a couple of basic observations:<br /><br />(1) The Pussycat Dolls were great live. They was no lip-syncing at all and those girls can move! I knew a lot more of their songs than I thought I did. They are not your typical opening act.<br /><br />(2) I had on more clothes than anyone else in the entire Toyota Center. I live by the philosophy that "If you ain't 'got it,' don't flaunt it!" Several others should have followed my lead.<br /><br />(3) Britney is still the Princess of Pop.<br /><br />Lots of people are all up in arms about her lip-syncing all or part of the concert. I couldn't tell whether she was or not, and really - it didn't matter. The tour is a SHOW ... The girl moved and danced the entire two hours she was on stage. If she isn't singing every song live - I can completely understand why. More importantly, it <span style="font-weight:bold;">wasn't</span> obvious when she came in and out of live singing, so my experience wasn't affected.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRvAYD6HXMlBHF4FkjLzeiqyJ2g-FXo4YkR89aNK_13fOJOfdDHSjUJR_jx9Dv1JD6UJfPzzrkJWsSETbzg3mZCqwjwML9fG5ugU86OnvLTgcXhyI9wwIpEV69omS2vYZZzT0KlCqh9IR/s1600-h/P3280034.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRvAYD6HXMlBHF4FkjLzeiqyJ2g-FXo4YkR89aNK_13fOJOfdDHSjUJR_jx9Dv1JD6UJfPzzrkJWsSETbzg3mZCqwjwML9fG5ugU86OnvLTgcXhyI9wwIpEV69omS2vYZZzT0KlCqh9IR/s400/P3280034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319722191068557746" /></a>One of the most incredible parts of the concert was the opening act with Perez Hilton. I found a couple of videos on YouTube, but none could capture the "coolness" and quality of the video. It was incredible.<br /><br />The set list was really good. Lots of my favorites from the Circus album, a couple from Blackout, several from In the Zone. A good selection and good mixes of all the songs.<br /><br />Finally, the choreography was OUT OF CONTROL. Britney always has great dancers, but this time it was off the chain. Lots of style changes and even a chance for each dancer to showcase their own talent in a special "feature" segment. Pussycat Dolls had some great choreography too. I was amazed at how much they were able to do in those TALL-heeled boots!<br /><br />Overall, we got our money's worth from this concert and more! I'd see it again in a heartbeat. Even if you aren't a fan of Britney's music, the show itself was well worth the price of the ticket. If you are a Britney fan, and you haven't see the show yet, buy your ticket TODAY.<br /><br />Special shout-out to my sweet husband. What a trooper going with me, although he had an equally good time. It was fun to be together for a night out!Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-73831319384254839042009-03-26T15:20:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:36:15.493-07:004 more days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNzBX48K1OhoZi9tEWiMXTEP4XRxh6Ob5pTNoxIVw0-B6k-qeNUWjL_52bhbDuUZcUbGFNLNzxwR4U8gTlaeMqdH0zIfskqjsD_Icp_YM62TvijWJANe6LsozBaiq9lFDvtLDmOr-aez4/s1600-h/brit.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNzBX48K1OhoZi9tEWiMXTEP4XRxh6Ob5pTNoxIVw0-B6k-qeNUWjL_52bhbDuUZcUbGFNLNzxwR4U8gTlaeMqdH0zIfskqjsD_Icp_YM62TvijWJANe6LsozBaiq9lFDvtLDmOr-aez4/s400/brit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317625376781108162" /></a>Four more days until the Britney Spears concert. I'm so so so excited.<br /><br />We bought the tickets so long ago that it's kind-of slipped my mind and just yesterday I realized it was actually time to get excited.<br /><br />We never ever get a babysitter. It seems like everywhere we go, we just take the kids with us. It's always been that way, but this night - we're going all out - babysitter and all. <br /><br />I've been listening to all her music making sure I know all the words so that I can sing at the top of my lungs :)<br /><br />Sweet Don is going with me. What a trooper. Of course, Britney will be nearly naked and she is back to her pre-baby(s) body, so it's not like he's enduring much. But, I still appreciate that he got the sweet hook-up for tickets and is coming with me since he knows I love Britney so much.<br /><br />If I make the news, or the fan page, you'll be the first to know.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015736013528336101.post-38342159359968301752009-03-20T12:51:00.000-07:002009-05-11T14:35:34.888-07:00Spring BreakWe've had a busy week. I took a little blogging Spring Break ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7LFjgUVwpTI9e-1fRs7oqTTsqHD-QxHuhL2R3WvhnsvR4ylf_3HVIRfMzIj-SY4K1kYIpUEdJ-cShHQcNxn_nAukBJ2kR9_fCMkgoeZcij-lqQJ14q_g2Fz8xVUaqN-StryutBJXTXnP/s1600-h/IMG_0257.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7LFjgUVwpTI9e-1fRs7oqTTsqHD-QxHuhL2R3WvhnsvR4ylf_3HVIRfMzIj-SY4K1kYIpUEdJ-cShHQcNxn_nAukBJ2kR9_fCMkgoeZcij-lqQJ14q_g2Fz8xVUaqN-StryutBJXTXnP/s400/IMG_0257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315361490006204466" /></a>(1) My Aunt Tempa came to visit from Lexington. Everyone says I am more like Tempa than anyone else in the family. I hope that's true :) Well, we had a great time with her. The kids took to her immediately. Piper was INSEPARABLE from her. <br /><br />We did several fun things. Saturday we went to the Museum of Natural Science. Dinosaurs, precious gyms, 3D IMAX movies, McDonalds, and a lot of exotic animals filled the day. We all really enjoyed it. Tempa's birthday was on Monday. What better way to spend the day in Texas than at the Rodeo. (I've still never seen an actual "Rodeo" and this was my third trip!) The kids had a ball looking at all the farm animals and riding rides. They LOVE the rodeo and we escaped without buying any western wear, so it was a full-on success.<br /><br />Monday night, we treated Tempa to dinner at our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant "Ruthies". The picture here is just before they put whipped cream on her face. I totally would have opted to take her to someplace a little more civilized with the "celebration", but my mom (Tempa's older sister) insisted that she go there. <br /><br />Tempa flew home on Tuesday. We were all sad to see her go and hope that she comes back to visit us soon. It was nice to visit with her and see my children loving her as much as I do.<br /><br />(2) My mom has been here all week as well. She and Tempa flew in together last Friday. Mom has been keeping kids on opposite days this week. It works well for them. Each gets to have special time with her, but still go to school on the days that they do special projects. Avery's class went bowling one day this week and to a huge park on another day. Today Piper's class is doing Pajama Day - her favorite day of all time! The days that they've stayed with mom have been so pretty. They've walked up to the park and played outside a lot. <br /><br />(3) Don has been home every night this week. With all the schools being on Spring Break, he's not been teaching. The kids have loved having him home as well. He's picked up whichever child from daycare and gotten a little alone time with them. For some reason, they love riding in his car. It's like an amusement park ride to them!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZUAGF-cfWqlIcF0N1FdV5ng4xaNU6rQ1LhSOfjDVGXkkU_5mQlB5d4hxJzfA-XErqV0Fl-RrwrdfFGaYvHkD1PMIEw_5mWIMWWjYVwwDlGVK7dtuuZS5kSWDa63OH5Q77VcNeprixzO2/s1600-h/azalea1web1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZUAGF-cfWqlIcF0N1FdV5ng4xaNU6rQ1LhSOfjDVGXkkU_5mQlB5d4hxJzfA-XErqV0Fl-RrwrdfFGaYvHkD1PMIEw_5mWIMWWjYVwwDlGVK7dtuuZS5kSWDa63OH5Q77VcNeprixzO2/s320/azalea1web1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315366160480992226" /></a>(4) The weather has been GORGEOUS. Since Monday, we've had temperatures in the mid-to-upper 70s every day. I'm glad that mom has had such good weather for her visit (last weekend was the pits), but boy has it given me Spring Fever! I'm ready to throw open the windows, do some spring cleaning, and start throwing stuff away! <br /><br />For some reason, I get in a "throw stuff away" mood when the seasons change. It's a good thing :) I'm always amazed at how much C-R-A-P we have. Stuff we never use and just keep moving from house to house. It's insane.<br /><br />I hope everyone has a great weekend. Enjoy your family and friends.Stephanie Clickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03934344653595919641noreply@blogger.com0