tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72129665980749100212011-04-21T14:11:34.011-07:00Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-70769460564710842142009-01-25T15:48:00.000-08:002009-01-25T15:50:40.824-08:00Monday - Taco Soup<br />Tuesday - Meatloaf<br />Wednesday - Spaghetti<br />Thursday - Chicken Pot Pie<br />Friday - Chicken Nuggets/Mac n Cheese<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-7076946056471084214?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-51942958576226368102009-01-18T13:27:00.000-08:002009-01-18T16:45:11.079-08:00Meet at Logan's and then........... <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOgeOHYyiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kPV4kZtfzGI/s1600-h/melnikiduane.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750428136065570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOgeOHYyiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kPV4kZtfzGI/s400/melnikiduane.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>8:00pm </strong></div><div align="left"><strong>Logan's</strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Of course I get there at 7:45...ready for a good time! Who needs to make reservations? Just squeeze your way into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">restaurant</span> full of people who have their name on the waiting list. By pass the hostess, sit down at a table like you own the place. 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(Just joking on the pole dancing!) Begin "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Boppin</span> the night away" with my good friend Jena and Missy. Grab a table, order a few drinks, take some pictures, and visit with Mrs. Kimble, Melissa, Duane, and some of their friends from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Brookshire</span> Brothers. 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With a responsible driver of course. Thanks Scott. Other then a little "trip and fall" in the middle of the road, we all had a fabulous time! All that dancing really built up an appetite.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><strong>2:00 </strong></div><div><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Whataburger</span></strong><br />Or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">atleast</span> that is what they told me. They ate....and I begin to ask myself, " What was I thinking?" </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmoON47I/AAAAAAAAAHs/59ypYIDd26w/s1600-h/fourgirls.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAurkOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BcsRcgw6n6o/s1600-h/fourgirls.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292749462470103266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAurkOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BcsRcgw6n6o/s400/fourgirls.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a></strong></div><div><strong>3:30am </strong></div><div><strong>Home again, home again..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">jiggety</span> jig!</strong></div><div></div><div>I was home, but my car wasn't. </div><div>Couldn't go to sleep without first checking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">facebook</span>. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAurkOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BcsRcgw6n6o/s1600-h/fourgirls.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>6:00 am </strong></div><div><strong>Wake up call</strong> </div><div></div><div>"Get up and go to work!" The responsible driver, and the only one who had to be at work the next morning. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>9:00 am </strong></div><div><strong>Pick up car</strong></div><div>Eric took me to get my car. Spent the day <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">texting</span> and chatting with friends about the wonderful memories made. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAVogXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3h2kXHgDH1k/s1600-h/dd.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292749462365045106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAVogXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3h2kXHgDH1k/s400/dd.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a></div></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>7:00 pm</strong></div><div><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Applebees</span> <div></strong>Thank goodness I took my husband Saturday Night. We ate dinner and came home! </div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAVogXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3h2kXHgDH1k/s1600-h/dd.jpg"><strong></strong></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAVogXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3h2kXHgDH1k/s1600-h/dd.jpg"></a></p><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SXOfmAVogXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3h2kXHgDH1k/s1600-h/dd.jpg"><strong></strong></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-5194295857622636810?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-31074554160406967142009-01-05T16:38:00.000-08:002009-01-05T17:55:32.451-08:00I stole this from Jenn who stole it from someone else!<br /><p><br />Was 2008 good for you? Yes!<br />What was your favorite moment of the year? Graduating from SFA with my Masters and watching Eric and the boys have a blast at Shiloh Ridge<br />What was your worst moment of the year? Spending part of my summer away from my family all day in class from 8 - 5 and some Saturdays!<br />Where were you when 2008 began? Either at Jennifer's house or in the bed. I'm not sure we made it up til 12.<br />Who were you with? Friends and family<br />Where will you be when 2008 ends? Either at Jennifer's house or in the bed.<br />Did you keep your new years resolution of 2008? No! Usually my resolution is to loose weight!<br />Do you have a new years resolution for 2009? Yes, the main one is to not eat out so much.<br />Did you fall in love in 2008? No<br />If yes, with who?<br />Are you still in love? Yes.<br />Did you breakup with anyone in 2008? No.<br />Did you make any new friends in 2008? Became better friends with someone that I met a few years back<br />Who are your favorite new friends? Jennifer Scott<br />What was your favorite month of 2008? June<br />Why this month? I loved the experience of working half day at Summer School and then being off the rest of the day. It got me up, out of bed, and ready to be semi-productive.<br />Did you travel outside of the US (or your home country) in 2008? No.<br />Did you miss anybody in the past year? Y es.<br />What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2008? humm....Did I go to the movies?<br />What was your favorite song from 2008? Irreplaceable ...I think that was 2008?<br />How many concerts or plays did you see in 2008? 1 concert 50 artists<br />Did you have a favorite concert in 2008? Tim McGraw<br />What was your favorite book in 2008? I can't remember the name of it...but it changed my outlook on life in general. Gaah..when I remember the name I will add it!<br />How many people did you sleep with in 2008? 1 barely..lol<br />Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year? Probably<br />What was the biggest lie you told in 2008? Telling my kids I was doing homework, when I was probably looking around on the computer.<br />Did you treat somebody badly in 2008? Yes<br />Did somebody treat you badly in 2008? Yes, but we are over it!<br />What was your proudest moment of 2008? I love seeing the boys really excited. When Carter got his four wheeler from Santa I was proud for him. Realizing that one of my boys can and will mind at school. Lane not crying everyday at Mother's Day Out.<br />What was your most embarrassing moment of 2008? Meeting up with old friends from highschool and feeling like the fatest!<br />If you could go back to any moment of 2008 and change something, what would it be? I would change the fact that I let myslef get so upset and disappointed when I didn't get jobs I wanted.<br />Where did you work in 2008? Elementary School<br />Favorite TV shows(s) of 2008? Grey's Anatomy, Brothers and Sisters<br />Favorite Band(s) of 2008? Rascal Flatts<br />Favorite Food in 2008? You name it...I probably ate it till I was full and then ate some more!!! Burger King...whopper with cheese<br />Favorite Drink in 2008? Mudslide<br />Favorite Place in 2008? Spa<br />Favorite person(s) to be with in 2008? My family and friends<br />Favorite person(s) to talk to in 2008? Jennifer<br />Favorite trip in 2008? SeaWorld<br />Favorite stores in 2008? Ross, Belk<br />Hardest thing you had to go through in 2008? Watching Carter have migraines. Dealing with Asthma and going to specialist.<br />Most exciting moment(s) in 2008? Carter's belt graduation..finally finding something he enjoys besides ridin!! Potty training Lane...if that happened in 2008!<br />Funniest moment(s) in 2008? Crazy stuff that the boys would say....I wish I would have written it all down! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-3107455416040696714?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-76930495993667021212009-01-05T16:26:00.001-08:002009-01-05T16:33:13.181-08:00Ok..one of my many New Year's Resolutions for 2009 is to not eat out so much. By so much I mean every meal. Today is the first day of the school year that my son and I did not have Chick-fil-a for breakfast. So, I'm not real sure how to do all this menu business, but once I post these fabulous meals I'm sure my blog will be the new hot spot!! These tasty dishes are super tricky! LOL<br /><br />Monday - Chicken Nuggets/Sandwiches<br />Tuesday - Taco Soup<br />Wednesday - BBQ Sausage/Mac and Cheese<br />Thursday - Chicken Pot Pie<br />Friday - Tacos/Cheese Dip<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-7693049599366702121?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-76512145454798836382009-01-04T13:31:00.000-08:002009-01-04T13:37:26.302-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWErlySV48I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ikFzIUG09bw/s1600-h/dirtbikes+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287555365663531970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWErlySV48I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ikFzIUG09bw/s400/dirtbikes+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWErlSpPpNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QjDh_IBjRhw/s1600-h/dirtbikes+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287555357169657042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWErlSpPpNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QjDh_IBjRhw/s400/dirtbikes+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWErko4i3HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aF6Pjj3H2W0/s1600-h/dirtbikes+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287555345959541874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWErko4i3HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aF6Pjj3H2W0/s400/dirtbikes+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>On Christmas morning when the boys checked their stockings they both found dirtbike keys. I think Santa got confused or had a weak moment because I told him they deserved coal and switches this year! </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-7651214545479883638?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-41367150251592514382009-01-04T12:25:00.000-08:002009-01-04T12:44:17.973-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEdZjqs7QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eK9wXJiKn5g/s1600-h/boys+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287539762417954050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEdZjqs7QI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eK9wXJiKn5g/s400/boys+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is a typical day at the Lair house. Momma and daddy want to be lazy, but the boys have a different plan in mind. Right now they are trying to convince Eric that they need to build a wooden track to race their Derby cars on!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEc1LuJziI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VAcnlycD-34/s1600-h/102_0414.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287539137514688034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEc1LuJziI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VAcnlycD-34/s400/102_0414.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the only family picture we have. It was taken three years ago. I think it is about time for a new one! </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>One of my favorite gifts of all times from my friend Jennifer are these two picture collages of the boys. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEegAE-iBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VmlNuFgsZzk/s1600-h/102_0411.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287540972635195410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEegAE-iBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VmlNuFgsZzk/s400/102_0411.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-4136715025159251438?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-27450673728524847782009-01-04T10:58:00.001-08:002009-01-04T11:37:47.487-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEP9nJVFvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5SsCctdiCZM/s1600-h/golfcart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524988664223474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEP9nJVFvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5SsCctdiCZM/s400/golfcart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEP9OY3E0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/7AE4r6Ma4v0/s1600-h/jennandnik.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287524982018478914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEP9OY3E0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/7AE4r6Ma4v0/s400/jennandnik.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHjseQfPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2nXMGLtUAlI/s1600-h/shilohboys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515747324558578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHjseQfPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2nXMGLtUAlI/s400/shilohboys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHjqCfdwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bH1qy7Xkz2c/s1600-h/katandniki.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515746671228674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHjqCfdwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bH1qy7Xkz2c/s400/katandniki.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHjH51M8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/auUX13yDszg/s1600-h/shilohgirls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515737508099010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHjH51M8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/auUX13yDszg/s400/shilohgirls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHi5427VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eNDUL5PBMkU/s1600-h/ryanstruck.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287515733745921362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SWEHi5427VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eNDUL5PBMkU/s400/ryanstruck.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Never too old to play in the mud! Last night we had a blast hanging out with some friends at Shiloh Ridge. </div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-2745067372852484778?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-86331299512573943012008-12-30T17:27:00.000-08:002008-12-30T22:03:12.901-08:00Christmas doesn't just bring a special kind of excitement into our house, it also means <strong>tubs</strong> and <strong>tubs</strong> of decorations. This is some of our Christmas 2008 decorations.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsKnskIPBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UaLQTofa56c/s1600-h/343.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830264743279634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsKnskIPBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UaLQTofa56c/s400/343.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsJx4iM0iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ggHjPOKZluQ/s1600-h/336.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsElVys7uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EErD-g2kwII/s1600-h/056.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285769707238608770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrTiyR6T4I/AAAAAAAAADM/fG6-OaJ9jDs/s400/102_0405.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsElBOohLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5ZEpOP4V5fI/s1600-h/059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823621680891058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsElBOohLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5ZEpOP4V5fI/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsBhbVcSqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RguWGre2xKk/s1600-h/102_0395.JPG"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsElqyaVRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z2aKAp9LQAw/s1600-h/333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823632836810002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsElqyaVRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z2aKAp9LQAw/s400/333.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsBhK-JgWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sX-LpH4k5LA/s1600-h/102_0396.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsBg6Jn3mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bUfwq-7nCa0/s1600-h/102_0397.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVsBgWRfuWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L8LKjgg70ZQ/s1600-h/102_0395.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVruyjVMSQI/AAAAAAAAADs/nOYdS8TJzDU/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285799664917694722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVruyjVMSQI/AAAAAAAAADs/nOYdS8TJzDU/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrU3pxYowI/AAAAAAAAADU/eGiSe8EVDbc/s1600-h/102_0399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285771165243581186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrU3pxYowI/AAAAAAAAADU/eGiSe8EVDbc/s400/102_0399.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-8633129951257394301?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-6134527623652172742008-12-30T16:42:00.001-08:002008-12-30T18:03:38.210-08:00<p align="center"><strong>"Make new friends, but keep the old. One is like silver, the other like gold."</strong> </p><p align="center">During the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays when everyone was in town visiting their families some of us reconnected. We had a BLAST reliving our partying days of the PAST!!!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCiyb4peI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y25fywzlXsY/s1600-h/me+and+dee+dee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285751015582770658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCiyb4peI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y25fywzlXsY/s400/me+and+dee+dee.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center">Girls just wanna have fun! </p><p align="left">Dee Dee came in from Conroe to spend the night catching up on the last 15 years. She left Lufkin the day after graduation, and we all miss her so much!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCHRWBBeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eBdjXG-95jk/s1600-h/kelly+niki+and+jennifer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285750542843315682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCHRWBBeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eBdjXG-95jk/s400/kelly+niki+and+jennifer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kelly drove 5 hours and was determined to have a good time. She was with the right girls..me and my friend Jennifer.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCHLmvGVI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWZNXiCWqY0/s1600-h/girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285750541302831442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCHLmvGVI/AAAAAAAAACk/NWZNXiCWqY0/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The fabulous five! Leigh Ann, Jena, Sue Ann, Mandy and Me!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCHOIeirI/AAAAAAAAACc/T-cAgXe34PI/s1600-h/court+and+girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285750541981223602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCHOIeirI/AAAAAAAAACc/T-cAgXe34PI/s400/court+and+girls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Who are those two lucky guys surrounded by all those beautiful women?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCGz9msYI/AAAAAAAAACU/tl2Ms5uxQzg/s1600-h/wildhorse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285750534956298626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVrCGz9msYI/AAAAAAAAACU/tl2Ms5uxQzg/s400/wildhorse.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p>Tamara, Me, Jena, and Emily. These four momma's don't get out much, so we decided to make the most of our night on the town. Four wild girls at the Wild Horse Saloon. So sad it took all of us a couple of days to recover from our 1 night out in 15 years!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-613452762365217274?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-59557931974544737662008-12-30T15:13:00.000-08:002008-12-30T15:50:04.988-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVqyTyutJgI/AAAAAAAAACM/pMoR68IbYfY/s1600-h/102_0392.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVqyTyutJgI/AAAAAAAAACM/pMoR68IbYfY/s400/102_0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285733165777626626" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVqszuD0SAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWTPKRwYZWg/s1600-h/102_0390.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVqszuD0SAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWTPKRwYZWg/s320/102_0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285727117210044418" /></a><br />Finally after three years of trying my friend Jennifer and I were able to make arrangements for all four boys to go to their grandparent's house on the same day. We decided to be crafty. With " NO BOYS ALLOWED" we turned these dollar tree finds into super cute Valentine gifts.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-5955793197454473766?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-14582532553810184102008-12-30T14:50:00.001-08:002008-12-30T15:52:43.663-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVqmGv_5xeI/AAAAAAAAABM/BE7LfVSwcdA/s1600-h/LairFamilyCard3print.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4oP-zSyYoo/SVqmGv_5xeI/AAAAAAAAABM/BE7LfVSwcdA/s320/LairFamilyCard3print.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285719747566618082" /></a><br /><br />In the past, sending out the perfect Christmas Card has always been a huge ordeal. Thanks to my mother-in-law I had three cute pictures for our Christmas Card this year. I uploaded the pictures to the website www.ETSY.com and had this card custom made for $5.00. The proof was sent to CVS, and I got 50 pictures for around 6.00. So not only was the process painless, but also a bargain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-1458253255381018410?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212966598074910021.post-88322756324111588742008-12-30T14:03:00.001-08:002008-12-30T18:23:50.055-08:00It seems I'm off to a bumpy start trying to figure out how to blog. Thanks to my good friend Jennifer and Autumn I now have a place to blog and a super cute dashboard. I'm horrible about taking pictures, so I'm hoping this site will encourage me to capture and share precious moments before they are soon forgotten. We shall see!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7212966598074910021-8832275632411158874?l=nikilair.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Niki Lairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250892031277503183noreply@blogger.com0