<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:53:34.595-07:00</updated><category term='Emily Birthday'/><category term='First day at daycare.'/><category term='My Maiden Voyage'/><category term='Best day ever'/><category term='Is anyone else OCD over Greys Anatomy?'/><title type='text'>Let Me Tell Ya Something</title><subtitle type='html'>glimpses of me and my shadows</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2192785851185852179</id><published>2010-02-18T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:10:12.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my kids</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I picked Emily up at daycare. When I met her in the hall she pulled on my hand and told me she had something to tell me, but she didn't want anyone else to hear. We got into the car and she told me one of the little boys in her class kissed her for Valentines Day. Yep, you read right, Emily got her first kiss. I promptly asked where he kissed her and who it was. She told me the little boys name and he had kissed her on the cheek. A few days later I went to register her for kindergarten. It's all going too fast. Before I know it she is going to be shaving her legs and wearing makeup. I want her to stay little. I love this age; she still hugs and kisses me, tells me everything, and is so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, at this time Hayden is in a stage only a mother could love. But, when he has done something horrible he always follows it up with, "Mama, your my best friend...aren't you so proud?" How could I not be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2192785851185852179?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2192785851185852179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2192785851185852179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2192785851185852179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2192785851185852179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-kids.html' title='my kids'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4840858244542870981</id><published>2010-01-26T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:21:21.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's conversation topics</title><content type='html'>Emily has been sick since last Friday.  Apparently she started with a virus, then progressed to full blown bronchitis and an ear infection.  Emily and I have spent a lot of time together, just her and I over the last 5 days.  Here are a few of her conversation starters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, can you have a skin ache?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I feel like I have bugs buzzing around in my head, do you think bugs are in my brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, what is your favorite animal?"  I don't know Emily, whats yours?  "Well, a pig of course, and a dog, and a turtle, and a horse, and a ladybug, and a worm, and a cricket, and a snail.  Oh yeah, I like Zebras too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I know what Meme (&lt;em&gt;my grandma&lt;/em&gt;) needs"  What Sis?  "She needs one of those Hoverround chairs, and they only cost a penny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I think from now on I am going to only eat things I don't have to chew, like pudding and jello and ice-cream."  What about soup? "No, because you have to chew the meat in soup, and you know I don't like meat...or potatoes.  Except for sweet potatoes, you can fix them for me and I won't have to chew them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, it's not fun to be sick, but I really like staying home with you" Me too Sis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4840858244542870981?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4840858244542870981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4840858244542870981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4840858244542870981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4840858244542870981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2010/01/emilys-conversation-topics.html' title='Emily&apos;s conversation topics'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6728261581644512119</id><published>2010-01-04T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:32:51.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr...</title><content type='html'>I want a new kitchen, desperately.  Seven years ago when we bought this house we did nothing to the kitchen with the hopes of one day knocking out walls and adding more cabinets.  Fast forward 7 years and the kitchen is still stuck in bad 1970's mode.  A few of the highlights include lamo floor, lamo counter top, bad bad high gloss cabinets (and not many of them), marigold yellow "plastic" tile back splash, and scalloped wood trim to accent the kitchen window that doesn't open.  To top it all off, it's completely walled off from the rest of the house.  So, when I am cooking I can't see the kidos trashing the living area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago we enclosed our back patio area to hopefully one day make it part of the kitchen/dining room.  That's pretty much where I am now, hating my kitchen and dining area because it's so cramped and outdated.  It's the eyesore of our house.  I would love to have company for dinner, but I feel inadequate because of this area.  Christmas really stressed it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After complaining to Hank, he proposed a solution...I have to save the money to renovate the kitchen.  Da Da Daaaa...I hate to save money.  I am not good at it, I am a really bad spontaneous shopper.  But, I hate the kitchen more than I love to shop.  So, I am trying to curb my hunger for retail so I can get my kitchen this spring.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6728261581644512119?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6728261581644512119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6728261581644512119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6728261581644512119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6728261581644512119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrr.html' title='Grrr...'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5529241546301889646</id><published>2010-01-03T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:38:21.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...Time to Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2010...goodbye 2009.  I haven't blogged for months; too busy, too caught up in facebook land, too whatever.  I don't have a good excuse, I just fell out of love with blogging.  But, after catching back up with my favorite pages (Sarah Sez), I decided to update my blog.  It's mostly for my family who don't facebook.  Anyway...a quick catch up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kidos are great, except for the flu and bronchitis.  Damn daycare ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank works all the time.  He has been back on regular hours at Coffeen for the past month, but is starting a new outage tomorrow.  Sucko!  I have a few choice words about the situation that I should keep to myself for fear of sounding petty.  He has a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my 4th semester at USI, only 3 semesters left of grad school.  I am excited to be half way to the end of my "neverending" education, but fear I don't know what the heck I am going to do with it.  I thought I had it figured out, only to be blindsided and now completely confused.  All I can do is pray God will point me down a path.  My biggest fear is I will become what I am working towards, only to realize I just want to be a dialysis nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our holiday was full of family time and good food.  As always, I resolve to shed the 10 pounds I have packed onto my hips.  I resolve to have more patience with my kids and Hank.  I resolve to save more money and spend less time worrying about things I can't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope 2010 is as low key as 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5529241546301889646?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5529241546301889646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5529241546301889646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5529241546301889646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5529241546301889646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-yeartime-to-catch-up.html' title='New Year...Time to Catch Up'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8069304038340820804</id><published>2009-08-27T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:30:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Spd2cxizGaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZzHPGY1F_kg/s1600-h/P8260171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374894916997683618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Spd2cxizGaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZzHPGY1F_kg/s400/P8260171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For everyone who has read my blog over the past couple years, you know I have mentioned from time to time that Hayden doesn't sleep well.  What I haven't mentioned is he snores really loud too.  It has gotten to the point were he is waking up Emily and I.  Because of all this, I decided I needed to take him to see Dr. Smith (ENT) in Effingham.  That was last Thursday, and after listening to his symptoms and taking one look in his nose and throat, he scheduled him for surgery.  Apparently the sleepless nights, snoring, and even nightmares have been caused by Obstructive Sleep Apnea.  So, he hasn't been a difficult child, he just doesn't breath well when he lays down.  Talk about feeling like a great mom and nurse!!  Anyway, Hayden is scheduled for surgery first thing Monday morning.  Tonsils and adenoids out, a good look around while they are in there, and an overnight stay will hopefully get him on the road to recovery and better sleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Even though I know this is the BEST thing for him, I am scared out of my mind.  So, just asking for a few thoughts and prayers for my very best little man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8069304038340820804?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8069304038340820804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8069304038340820804' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8069304038340820804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8069304038340820804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Spd2cxizGaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ZzHPGY1F_kg/s72-c/P8260171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3267558224367371479</id><published>2009-08-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:02:06.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; A couple weekends ago we were invited by the Farley bunch to go to the river.  My kids love the river, it's like Holiday World for them.  So, away in the jeep we went.  Sarah was kind enough to take a few picture for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXmdmFXwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nG8dEA-8b64/s1600-h/100_3650%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371131455139569410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXmdmFXwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nG8dEA-8b64/s400/100_3650%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden sparing with Hank after he had his head dunked in the river.  I think he may have a future as as a gladiator.  I LOVE this picture.  Thanks Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXnGYiUqI/AAAAAAAAAzs/uQJS8b52E_8/s1600-h/100_3664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371131466088600226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXnGYiUqI/AAAAAAAAAzs/uQJS8b52E_8/s400/100_3664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily balancing on a dead tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXnUw2IQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/4hgPsdvhYP0/s1600-h/100_3651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371131469948657922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXnUw2IQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/4hgPsdvhYP0/s400/100_3651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful, sexy husband.  I really love that hat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3267558224367371479?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3267558224367371479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3267558224367371479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3267558224367371479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3267558224367371479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-little-fighter.html' title='My little fighter'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SooXmdmFXwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/nG8dEA-8b64/s72-c/100_3650%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6598868260291437671</id><published>2009-08-13T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:40:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SoRf_C6e0eI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JnASs0c91VQ/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369522192451031522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SoRf_C6e0eI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JnASs0c91VQ/s400/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have had many calls concerning my baskets. Here is the update...I started with my small baskets, (mothers day, tree trimming, ect.) and thought I would get rid of all of them. I mean, they were in the basement, hanging on a iron wrack by my hot water heater. Then I started looking in closets and on top of appliances. I found more and more baskets I forgot I had. So, I am looking to sell around 40 baskets! Holy crap, that's a lot of baskets I didn't even realize I had. Also, I have some various holiday items, mostly fall; a few pieces of pottery (Heritage Red); housewares items (country in style) various items of Hayden and Emily's clothes (coats, onsies, summer clothes, infant pieces), a Boppy, wiper warmer, toys, 3 tennis rackets (funny, we don't play), and lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; magazines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sale is Friday starting at 5 and Saturday morning. Good luck to all who will be out and about, hope you find some good bargains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6598868260291437671?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6598868260291437671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6598868260291437671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6598868260291437671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6598868260291437671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-sale-update.html' title='For Sale Update'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SoRf_C6e0eI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JnASs0c91VQ/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-556985073960587843</id><published>2009-08-12T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:39:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SoK_csHj3fI/AAAAAAAAAy8/y4THX5v-W4k/s1600-h/traditional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369064205379165682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SoK_csHj3fI/AAAAAAAAAy8/y4THX5v-W4k/s400/traditional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have collected Longaberger baskets since I was in high school, starting my collection with a few of my moms. But, my style has changed in 15 years...so I am selling my collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dates range from late 80's to 2007. There are a l0t of small speciality baskets; cancer baskets, holiday baskets, ect. I have collections including the canister baskets and market baskets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not aiming to make a fortune on them, I don't have time to look up prices and such. Most will be priced between $5-$10 dollars. Most have liners and protectors with them. If your interested, there is a HUGE garage sale at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarah Kinkade's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;509 Charles St, Saturday August 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-556985073960587843?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/556985073960587843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=556985073960587843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/556985073960587843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/556985073960587843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SoK_csHj3fI/AAAAAAAAAy8/y4THX5v-W4k/s72-c/traditional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7726238501704187400</id><published>2009-07-28T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:33:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr and Mrs Dylan Hartigan</title><content type='html'>Ms. Angie and I had the honor and huge responsibility of coordinating Dylan and Heather's wedding last weekend. The entire day was awesome. Heather was beautiful, Dylan was so very happy, and the guests were fortunate enough to see two loving families become one. It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363701229506595426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sm-x2aIRCmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/o1_-7WpmtGU/s400/P7250382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather before the wedding started. She was so calm...and so very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363701238252929410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sm-x26tjgYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/l5SNxokLILI/s400/P7250385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at the alter. Mason was super cute in his little man tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363701244296857634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sm-x3ROiiCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Wrqr7woTDqY/s400/P7250407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sm-x3tHPzVI/AAAAAAAAAys/uE4weD0lQf8/s1600-h/P7250408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363701251782462802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sm-x3tHPzVI/AAAAAAAAAys/uE4weD0lQf8/s400/P7250408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see how happy Dylan and Heather are to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day. I can't say much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7726238501704187400?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7726238501704187400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7726238501704187400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7726238501704187400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7726238501704187400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/07/ms.html' title='Mr and Mrs Dylan Hartigan'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sm-x2aIRCmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/o1_-7WpmtGU/s72-c/P7250382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2144010206806466290</id><published>2009-07-22T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:30:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Life was going pretty smooth, or smooth for my standards.  A normal routine life.  And of course, when life is smooth and routine I have to go and find some chaos to create.  I know my mother-in-law wonders why I continue to turn Hank and the kids life's up side down with my dreams and personal goals;  all I can say is I am obviously a restless soul, never happy being comfortable in one place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in light of my life revelation I have made yet another job change.  To everyone who will read this, may I set the record straight.  I love working in Jasper County.  I love taking care of residents of our community who have known me my entire life.  I have enjoyed the past year and grown as a nurse more than I can even explain.  Working with the community in which I live is what made my decision much harder to make.  I agonized over which road to travel down more than I can tell you.  But, in the end my family trumped everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pending my background check and drug test ( I don't think I should have a problem ), I will be taking a position at St. Anthony Hospital as an acute hemodialysis nurse.  For everyone who knows me well, knows my heart lies with the dialysis community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will not see any of my friends and family in my new line of work.  But please pray for me and wish me the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2144010206806466290?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2144010206806466290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2144010206806466290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2144010206806466290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2144010206806466290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7505578851730626855</id><published>2009-06-22T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:17:36.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="donttellme"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't Tell Me...&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that you understand, don't tell me that you know,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed,&lt;br /&gt;That I am chosen for this task, apart from all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me how to suffer, don't tell me how to cry.&lt;br /&gt;My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,&lt;br /&gt;But I need you, I need your love, unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say,&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, I really do care."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7505578851730626855?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7505578851730626855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7505578851730626855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7505578851730626855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7505578851730626855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-friend.html' title='To my friend...'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-947832893162944135</id><published>2009-06-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:14:09.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fishies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjsO4_ZvDbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6I1V5J2vH0A/s1600-h/P6170360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885354687434162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjsO4_ZvDbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6I1V5J2vH0A/s400/P6170360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden and Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjsOYRCvUbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/tETIlgzESSE/s1600-h/P6170354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348884792487137714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjsOYRCvUbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/tETIlgzESSE/s400/P6170354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily on her 19th trip down the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885924097174114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjsPaInmKmI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wmexGCIfXtM/s400/P6170365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready to head to McDonalds for Happy Meals.  Lots of fun was had by everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday Mom, the kids, and I went to Olney's water park. Don't know how many of you have been there, but it's very nice. My only complaint, no concession stand. The kids loved the water slide...Emily mastered the diving board solo. 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I know she won't see this, she hasn't ever touched a computer, but if anyone sees her today, tell her to enjoy her 82nd birthday.  She is a great joy in my life and my kids lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjD7SXEzEBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Ib6MIYb3uPs/s1600-h/graduation+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346049050539134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjD7SXEzEBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Ib6MIYb3uPs/s400/graduation+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjD6JyhDaZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Rh644ljgDHM/s1600-h/P6060298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346047803774953874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjD6JyhDaZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Rh644ljgDHM/s400/P6060298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2211622457136636869?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2211622457136636869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2211622457136636869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2211622457136636869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2211622457136636869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-meme.html' title='Happy Birthday Meme'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SjD8HXLrwtI/AAAAAAAAAx0/YrNdcI-ykTs/s72-c/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4376438652085376238</id><published>2009-06-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:39:41.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it...I really did it</title><content type='html'>Today, after getting the news I have another nephew...Jackson Robert Baltzell, 4lbs 11oz and 2 months early, I took all ALL of Emily's clothes to Anita Thompsons re-sale shop on the square.  If you know me, you know I have had drama with what to do with her outfits.  First I thought about E-bay, but it took too much time.  Then I tried a garage sale, and even though I made some mad cash, I didn't sell nearly enough to make a dent in the amount.  Next, I hauled all the clothes to Once Upon a Child...not a good experience to say the least and I believe I blogged about it. &lt;br /&gt;After all this, the clothes have been sitting in my basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day, I was not turning back.  I went in with 5 totes, 2 garbage bags, and a laundry basket full of clothes.  I dropped them off and I didn't look back.  I hope they go to good homes and are taken care of.  I feel personel connections to her Sarah Louise hand smocked dresses and Indigo painted outfits.  All her Ralph Lauren, Tommy, Gap, Le Top, Mimi and Maggie...I will let go, just not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4376438652085376238?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4376438652085376238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4376438652085376238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4376438652085376238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4376438652085376238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-iti-really-did-it.html' title='I did it...I really did it'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2874270347972960787</id><published>2009-05-27T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:00:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>Emily's first year of school has came and went. I can't tell you how much she has learned in the last 9 months...just to name a few, she now can spell her name, identify all her letters and numbers and is beginning to spell other words and read, knows her phone number, and address. She is like a little sponge! Jamie Sandschafer is outstanding, I can't say enough about her. Now, how am I going to entertain her for the next 3 months? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340701446338664914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sh37q1BuWdI/AAAAAAAAAww/AwZCbC6FyAU/s400/P5270246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily's last day of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340701436783189586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sh37qRbhXlI/AAAAAAAAAwg/NDOtcTpbfeo/s400/Pre-K+orientation+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Emily before Pre-K orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2874270347972960787?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2874270347972960787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2874270347972960787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2874270347972960787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2874270347972960787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Sh37q1BuWdI/AAAAAAAAAww/AwZCbC6FyAU/s72-c/P5270246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4315939241974745384</id><published>2009-05-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:32:52.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy May Part 2.</title><content type='html'>Holly Farley reminded me I had gotten my hair cut this month.  With everything else going on, I had actually forgotten.   I thought I would include a picture, at her request...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339967142991038306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Shtf0v49B2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/dVDVDgJW_4w/s400/Mothers+Day+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily, Hayden, and me on Mother's Day.  I love this picture, it shows the difference in my kids personalities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its short, but I needed a change and a summer do.  I actually had it cut while Hank was in STL for a week.  He came home and didn't hardly recognize me.  He likes it...or he says he does.  It's so much easier, especially in the hospital and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day for me, I am getting these dreadful staples removed.  For all of you readers who hasn't had staples, they are not pleasant.  They get caught on undies and I am pretty sure my skin is starting to grow around them.  My only fear is that I will bust open and my precious remaining ovary will fall out ;&gt;  Hahaha...lol, can you imagine the luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4315939241974745384?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4315939241974745384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4315939241974745384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4315939241974745384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4315939241974745384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-may-part-2.html' title='Busy May Part 2.'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Shtf0v49B2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/dVDVDgJW_4w/s72-c/Mothers+Day+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4872066783112748181</id><published>2009-05-24T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:10:24.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the past few years May seems to bring big changes in our home. Two years ago Hayden was born, what a wonderful addition he was and continues to be. Last year I got the girls ()(), Hank would agree they are as much of a wonderful addition to the family as Hayden. Also, I graduated last year with my BSN. This year was not not to be left behind. It started out pretty normal, Angie, Heather, Darleen, and I went to a Cardinal Game early in the month. I hadn't been to the ballpark since I was a little girl, I had so much fun. The new stadium is really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339397070516157042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlZWKbgenI/AAAAAAAAAvI/mYwdkdU9QWc/s400/P1010198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angie, Heather, and I in front of Stadium...GO CARDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339397073049853810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlZWT3ln3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JnA-vbzAwHU/s400/P1010195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beautiful Darleen Calvert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339397074047976450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlZWXljxAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LK91uMZ52YA/s400/P1010200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The guy sitting next to me who caught a foul ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Week after the game I went for my annual "appointment" with NP Nicole. She is great by the way, super easy to talk to about anything. I had been having some issues for the past 11 years with endometriosis and she knew my history. Hayden's birth brought no relief, and the last year its gotten worse. After discussing many pros and cons with Nicole, I decided to have a hysterectomy. I know&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I am 30 and otherwise healthy, but I am also done with the chronic pain and bloatness. I assumed I would be scheduled for a month or 6 weeks later...oh no 10 days. Great, I had Hayden's birthday and my new semester to start within those 10 days, but I accepted the challenge. Obviously, if I am going to be off work for 6 weeks, this is the best time to be off. Plus, if I had too much time to think about my decision, I would have probably changed my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hayden's birthday was great. He has really gotten into Thomas the Train in the past few months so it was a train theme party. Thanks to my loving brother who doubted me, I even made his cake all by myself. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I think it was pretty good for my first cake. Hank and I gave him his own lawn mower, he loves to be just like Hank and mow the grass. He is growing up so fast...but he is still my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412639454185746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlngZPlyRI/AAAAAAAAAvg/y_u8vwe5qbo/s400/P1010219.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden's birthday cake, made my yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412643851778978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlngpoDu6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/6nf6IoZQUf4/s400/P1010221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hayden enjoying his first bite of cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412646733121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/Shlng0XBiQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/LVn7aIMglB8/s400/P1010222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wearing the birthday party hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412650361751890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlnhB4KCVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eKzLkvtcSeA/s400/P1010227.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hayden's new train conductor hat, scarf, and train whistle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339412654864124370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlnhSpmydI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kesJUNN33v0/s400/P1010229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;New lawn mower&lt;/p&gt;Three days after Hayden's birthday I had my surgery. That brings me to now, I am recuperating. I have seen the surgery...I understand the concept of it all...but I didn't realize how much energy it would take from me and how much pain I would be in. I am moving slow and taking lots of naps, but I am also enjoying my time catching up on things...like blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4872066783112748181?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4872066783112748181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4872066783112748181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4872066783112748181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4872066783112748181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-busy-may.html' title='Another busy May'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ShlZWKbgenI/AAAAAAAAAvI/mYwdkdU9QWc/s72-c/P1010198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2889513271930878126</id><published>2009-04-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:46:10.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My monthly post</title><content type='html'>The honeymoon period of FB is winding down, I am beginning to miss my blog.  I  decided I have time for both, even if it means posting once a month to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever get asked, "So, what has been going on...what is new in your life", then you realize nothing is.  Today is filled with the same routine events as yesterday.  The next time I am asked I have decided to spice up my life.  It will go like this, "Well So-And-So, as a matter of fact I have decided to leave Hank and the kids to persue my dream in the circus arts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2889513271930878126?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2889513271930878126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2889513271930878126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2889513271930878126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2889513271930878126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-monthly-post.html' title='My monthly post'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3902713286561156038</id><published>2009-03-20T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:33:45.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lorene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ScRsAKJaGAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/KLzIMHDQ1MY/s1600-h/1008-097-05-1042.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315492210183641090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ScRsAKJaGAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/KLzIMHDQ1MY/s400/1008-097-05-1042.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend the kids and I will be spending time with Hank's grandma Lorene. She is lovely and priceless; and she will be celebrating her 88th birthday. I think, how much has she seen in 88 years. How have things changed and what does she think about our society toaday.  I do know she use to put the table legs on Hank's mom and Aunt Shelvy's dresses so they couldn't get lost while she was doing chores.  And, she use to hang a chicken leg bone off the counter for her kids to "teeth" on.  How about that, why didn't I think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JB   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3902713286561156038?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3902713286561156038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3902713286561156038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3902713286561156038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3902713286561156038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-lorene.html' title='Happy Birthday Lorene'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ScRsAKJaGAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/KLzIMHDQ1MY/s72-c/1008-097-05-1042.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3727500038092504713</id><published>2009-03-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:08:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not dead, just addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am addicted to Facebook. My good friend and fellow blogger Sarah introduced me (its her fault) and now I am posting during work. The best part, getting in touch with friends I have lost contact with. I am going to try to keep up with it all, but have to admit I will give up the blog to fb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My update is pictures of Hank and I at Boilermaker Prom. It was great. We had the best time, if I would have had my kids I would of faught Hank to stay in STL. But, we came home and I am back to the same old same old; work, school, and mom duties. I can't post the majority of the pictures, Hank looks way too drunk ;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314760941199265026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ScHS6s5NjQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7OoKokP1Xzg/s320/P3140135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3727500038092504713?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3727500038092504713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3727500038092504713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3727500038092504713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3727500038092504713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-dead-just-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m not dead, just addicted'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/ScHS6s5NjQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7OoKokP1Xzg/s72-c/P3140135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1607076493235567996</id><published>2009-02-20T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:55:40.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZ967gVw63I/AAAAAAAAAuU/quFj0kaIUC0/s1600-h/flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305094048777825138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZ967gVw63I/AAAAAAAAAuU/quFj0kaIUC0/s320/flash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, another blog to check out. Heather Wakefield, my friend and co-worker has started a blog to help chronicle her up coming wedding. Go visit Heather, she is totally worth the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://heatherannwakefield.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heatherannwakefield.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1607076493235567996?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1607076493235567996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1607076493235567996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1607076493235567996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1607076493235567996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-another-blog-to-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZ967gVw63I/AAAAAAAAAuU/quFj0kaIUC0/s72-c/flash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5151273063923461744</id><published>2009-02-18T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:07:52.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie X2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's any sweeter than Hayden- Hayden and J.R.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfoNTY_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/KEraPABCfoM/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304368991690777586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfoNTY_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/KEraPABCfoM/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging with Uncle Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfdt97-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/YJie4BekrsE/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304368988874993634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfdt97-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/YJie4BekrsE/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden holding J.R.  As you can see, J.R. really liked Hayden; friends at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfflpghI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sZDKIdLYBzA/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304368989376971282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfflpghI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sZDKIdLYBzA/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby isn't a baby anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5151273063923461744?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5151273063923461744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5151273063923461744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5151273063923461744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5151273063923461744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/cutie-x2.html' title='Cutie X2'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZznfoNTY_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/KEraPABCfoM/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4943560694110563161</id><published>2009-02-15T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:09:26.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweeties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my sweeties yesterday. Hank had to work so Emily, Hayden, and I went to deliver valentines to family and close friends. We had a really good time spreading love to others and I was able to spend time with the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303164752030637282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZigPp4onOI/AAAAAAAAAts/nz2hmTE9yqA/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4943560694110563161?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4943560694110563161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4943560694110563161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4943560694110563161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4943560694110563161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sweeties.html' title='My Sweeties'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZigPp4onOI/AAAAAAAAAts/nz2hmTE9yqA/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day+2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-155366452476051166</id><published>2009-02-14T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:07:53.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZcWBBWOJcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DHibZSaiG-g/s1600-h/HappyValentinesDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302731293049365954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZcWBBWOJcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DHibZSaiG-g/s320/HappyValentinesDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing says love like a heart shaved in your sweeties back hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-155366452476051166?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/155366452476051166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=155366452476051166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/155366452476051166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/155366452476051166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZcWBBWOJcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DHibZSaiG-g/s72-c/HappyValentinesDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-677922493235280317</id><published>2009-02-13T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:15:14.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Last week I went on my first school field trip with Emily.  We went to the Vet clinic in Newton.  It was surprisingly enjoyable and I think Emily liked me going with her.  I was afraid she may "act up" a little since I was along, but she was perfect.  Here are a few pictures of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498526299523490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZCUNodiaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qElSfZWQTIM/s320/Vet+Clinic+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Emily looking super cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498166469473090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZB_RKSs0I/AAAAAAAAAtU/n2CBH-4z8cc/s320/Vet+Clinic+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Kayla Kocher, also looking super cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498160803626002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZB-8DcvBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Hj2yckCKQ4U/s320/Vet+Clinic+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My group of girls, they were the best behaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498156743025234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZB-s7U4lI/AAAAAAAAAtE/X0GD2Vt3O4o/s320/Vet+Clinic+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498153187531570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZB-froWzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/fE7dJI7UDrQ/s320/Vet+Clinic+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Vicki, she was our guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302498151546079586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZB-ZkRyWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/e50QJ6T6THE/s320/Vet+Clinic+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The X-ray room.  Miss Vicki showed the kids X-rays of animals with "problems".  One had a fish hook in this belly, the other had a broken leg, and one was pregers.  Miss Vicki showed the kids the puppies in the moms "belly" and one bright little boy spoke up and asked "How come that dog swallowed those puppies?"  It was priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting all the kids back to school and off the big bus (I forgot how a school bus smells:) I actually volunteered for another trip.  I had a great time being &lt;em&gt;Emily's mom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-677922493235280317?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/677922493235280317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=677922493235280317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/677922493235280317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/677922493235280317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-week-i-went-on-my-first-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZZCUNodiaI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qElSfZWQTIM/s72-c/Vet+Clinic+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3277994953203970226</id><published>2009-02-11T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:54:02.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkUjd4PTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tz6pMfSDjME/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761859370106162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkUjd4PTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tz6pMfSDjME/s320/Vet+Clinic+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkUN20iDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hwOx0Lm4_uQ/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761853569140786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkUN20iDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hwOx0Lm4_uQ/s320/Vet+Clinic+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkTbPNaRI/AAAAAAAAArs/lw05_Vsu4Og/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761839981226258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkTbPNaRI/AAAAAAAAArs/lw05_Vsu4Og/s320/Vet+Clinic+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjjGNCCfI/AAAAAAAAArk/UXPIsoXrprQ/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761009701226994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjjGNCCfI/AAAAAAAAArk/UXPIsoXrprQ/s320/Vet+Clinic+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOji2Uh1yI/AAAAAAAAArc/GzSOJJWfTAw/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761005437703970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOji2Uh1yI/AAAAAAAAArc/GzSOJJWfTAw/s320/Vet+Clinic+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjij9cJXI/AAAAAAAAArU/iuOeTg9_mrg/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761000509023602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjij9cJXI/AAAAAAAAArU/iuOeTg9_mrg/s320/Vet+Clinic+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjiX_697I/AAAAAAAAArM/LDZj3o1zwoc/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301760997298206642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjiX_697I/AAAAAAAAArM/LDZj3o1zwoc/s320/Vet+Clinic+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjiEBExqI/AAAAAAAAArE/55mISI-QE2k/s1600-h/Vet+Clinic+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301760991934334626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOjiEBExqI/AAAAAAAAArE/55mISI-QE2k/s320/Vet+Clinic+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3277994953203970226?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3277994953203970226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3277994953203970226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3277994953203970226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3277994953203970226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-shots.html' title='Random shots'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SZOkUjd4PTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tz6pMfSDjME/s72-c/Vet+Clinic+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3467006774271789583</id><published>2009-02-08T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:50:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Yeah, new style.  What do you think????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3467006774271789583?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3467006774271789583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3467006774271789583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3467006774271789583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3467006774271789583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5772611337338314241</id><published>2009-02-05T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:58:46.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged:)</title><content type='html'>I am tagged. I am so excited, I wanted to do this one. So, here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to where you store your digital photo folders &amp;amp; open the 4th folder.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the 4th picture and post it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain the picture.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag an additional 4 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299522147848172994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SYuvUL3ONcI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JSyAKmyLK2Q/s320/Christmas+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Emily making Christmas cookies last year. She is miss independent, wanting to do everything by herself. And now she likes cooking dinner with me and setting the table. My big girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think everyone has been tagged, but if I have missed anyone, post your pictures.  I love seeing your families.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5772611337338314241?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5772611337338314241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5772611337338314241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5772611337338314241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5772611337338314241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged:)'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SYuvUL3ONcI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JSyAKmyLK2Q/s72-c/Christmas+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6778689791114323039</id><published>2009-02-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:13:16.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear??</title><content type='html'>Did anyone else hear on the news tonight, a Clay County Indiana high school student made a threat towards President Obama during the Inauguration and the school called the secrete service!! Man, what the hell did he SAY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6778689791114323039?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6778689791114323039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6778689791114323039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6778689791114323039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6778689791114323039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-hear.html' title='Did you hear??'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1584167098826112178</id><published>2009-01-29T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:23:37.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bloggy friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SYJyeFjooVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LR3G-mzznxU/s1600-h/welcome.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921972954407250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SYJyeFjooVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LR3G-mzznxU/s320/welcome.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want everyone to welcome a new blogger, Sarah Jackson. Sarah is the mother of my beautiful nephew J.R. and my brothers girlfriend. Since I am a really bad aunt, you can visit her blog and see just how stinking cute he is. He looks a lot like me. Welcome Sarah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjackson83.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sjackson83.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1584167098826112178?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1584167098826112178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1584167098826112178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1584167098826112178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1584167098826112178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-bloggy-friend.html' title='New bloggy friend'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SYJyeFjooVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LR3G-mzznxU/s72-c/welcome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4783185487381890753</id><published>2009-01-27T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:30:53.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood, get out of my head</title><content type='html'>So, I have been in a really shitty mood lately.  It hasn't been a regular, hormonal bad mood.  It's been a true blue, feel sorry for myself, pessimistic mood.  I know it was caused by a combination of things, but I've had a "come to Jesus moment".  Hayden isn't going to want to be by my side forever and one day Emily isn't going to tell me I am the coolest.  My mom wants to talk to me everyday because she loves me and my family is her everything.  Talking on the phone is part of my job, and as the snow falls I am so glad I work 4 blocks away in an office where I learn new things every day.  Plus, I work with 3 of the best people I know.  I feel guilty I take out my foul mood on the people I love the most, so I am over it.  Lord, bring on the early morning wake up cries from Hayden, just hand me a cup of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4783185487381890753?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4783185487381890753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4783185487381890753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4783185487381890753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4783185487381890753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-mood-get-out-of-my-head.html' title='Bad mood, get out of my head'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1679408117363618217</id><published>2009-01-25T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:10:22.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak a Boo, Do you see me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXztJrne6PI/AAAAAAAAAqY/tHD7lVkcusc/s1600-h/December+and+January+Pictures+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295368012463794418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXztJrne6PI/AAAAAAAAAqY/tHD7lVkcusc/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden has started having a &lt;em&gt;small &lt;/em&gt;seperation issue.  I know it is only a phase, but it seems like he is much worse with it than Emily.  But, as I think about it, Emily has been extremely independent since birth.  Hayden isn't this way, he doesn't like to be alone.  Before Christmas Hayden learned how to crawl out of his bed, after the first of the year he decided he didn't want to sleep in it anymore.  Since then, I have not had a full night of rest.  It sucks bigger than I can tell you.  With infants it is expected not to sleep, but I had gotten past that time with the kids.  Last week I couldn't stand it anymore.  We decided to convert Hayden's bed into a toddler bed and put a TV in his room, hoping all of this would make a difference.  I talked up the "big boy bed" and new TV to him, but it didn't work.  He was still up several times that night and every night since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only will Hayden not sleep in his room by himself, he will not stay in the bathtub without someone sitting with him.  After several attempts to run naked into the living room, he finally got wise and decided to sit where he could hear us talking, but we couldn't see him.  The above picture is of this tactic, it obviously didn't work very well for him.  But, after I scolded him and put him back into the tub, Hank and I laughed our asses off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any advice for me, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1679408117363618217?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1679408117363618217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1679408117363618217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1679408117363618217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1679408117363618217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/peak-boo-do-you-see-me.html' title='Peak a Boo, Do you see me?'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXztJrne6PI/AAAAAAAAAqY/tHD7lVkcusc/s72-c/December+and+January+Pictures+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6433394891849101601</id><published>2009-01-23T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:45:24.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Um Good</title><content type='html'>This week I started my "cooking every night" goal. This weeks winner is the corn dog casserole, submitted for me by &lt;a href="http://amrbrowning.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amrbrowning.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Emily, Hank, and Hayden LOVED it, they ate the whole casserole in one setting. Here is the recipe, I highly recommend it if your kids love corndogs. Emily gave it 2 thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Dog Casserole&lt;br /&gt;1 c celery&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP margarine&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c green onion&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c milk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp sage&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg corn muffin mix&lt;br /&gt;1 c shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute celery and onion in margarine, set aside. cut hot dogs in halves then thirds; saute until light brown. Add hot dogs to veggies, Set aside 1 cup of mix. In large bowl, combine egg, milk, sage and pepper, add remaining veg mix. Stir in corn muffin mix. Add 3/4 c of the cheese. Spread into shallow 1 1/2 quart baking dish, top with reserved mix and remaining cheese. Bake, uncovered at 400 degrees for 30 minutes until golden brown. Makes 6 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished product, I decided to garnish it with some tater tots. Gotta have the garnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294700537059223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXqOFf98KHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/A8RvpmCB5yA/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6433394891849101601?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6433394891849101601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6433394891849101601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6433394891849101601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6433394891849101601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-um-good.html' title='Um Um Good'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXqOFf98KHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/A8RvpmCB5yA/s72-c/December+and+January+Pictures+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5880095044202499864</id><published>2009-01-20T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:46:27.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxgtgzKI/AAAAAAAAApk/BOyQE6GVOxA/s1600-h/December+and+January+Pictures+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599582521969826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxgtgzKI/AAAAAAAAApk/BOyQE6GVOxA/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxdYnc_I/AAAAAAAAApc/AeVWz7WgKlA/s1600-h/December+and+January+Pictures+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599581629019122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxdYnc_I/AAAAAAAAApc/AeVWz7WgKlA/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxJyU48I/AAAAAAAAApU/Wxfkn0oJv_w/s1600-h/December+and+January+Pictures+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599576368145346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxJyU48I/AAAAAAAAApU/Wxfkn0oJv_w/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakw_1cTlI/AAAAAAAAApM/eAz0_UIf-jw/s1600-h/December+and+January+Pictures+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599573696859730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakw_1cTlI/AAAAAAAAApM/eAz0_UIf-jw/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakwsOLf_I/AAAAAAAAApE/9SmmPZSi3cA/s1600-h/December+and+January+Pictures+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599568431906802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakwsOLf_I/AAAAAAAAApE/9SmmPZSi3cA/s320/December+and+January+Pictures+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Christmas Hank bought me a new camera. Tonight I finally plugged it into my computer to get the pics off of it. Here are some random pictures from the last month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5880095044202499864?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5880095044202499864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5880095044202499864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5880095044202499864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5880095044202499864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/catchin-up.html' title='Catchin Up'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SXakxgtgzKI/AAAAAAAAApk/BOyQE6GVOxA/s72-c/December+and+January+Pictures+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4744878786509726769</id><published>2009-01-14T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:17:53.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffine, an addiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SW64Rff9h3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/m-KsTNUmIo4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291369222859753330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SW64Rff9h3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/m-KsTNUmIo4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather and Angie confronted me with my coffee addiction today. I know I have an issue, I have went from 1 cup a day to 3 to 4 cups a day. Doesn't sound bad right. Well, today I decided to stop with my one cup and I started to have signs of withdrawal after a few hours. I was tired, couldn't concentrate, and my muscles ached. I was also nauseous. OMG, I'm addicted, really addicted.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I started to feel like shit, I made a cup of hot tea and the symptoms went away. Here's the thing, I really enjoy coffee and like the &lt;em&gt;taste&lt;/em&gt; of it. Should I feel bad about not wanting to cut back, or worse give it up??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291366442734624930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SW61vqueoKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Vsy3pDvwOPM/s320/94301_f260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4744878786509726769?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4744878786509726769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4744878786509726769' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4744878786509726769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4744878786509726769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/caffine-addiction.html' title='Caffine, an addiction?'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SW64Rff9h3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/m-KsTNUmIo4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-642790744572910844</id><published>2009-01-11T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:55:24.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does your blog need a new look???</title><content type='html'>I have had the same template for my blog for months, mainly because I can't figure out how to add a new one.  Every time I try, I get an error.  If you are having troubles like I am, go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christinagblogspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://christinagblogspot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina at Sugar Sweet Designs can hook you up, plus she is having a blog makeover giveaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-642790744572910844?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/642790744572910844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=642790744572910844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/642790744572910844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/642790744572910844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-your-blog-need-new-look.html' title='Does your blog need a new look???'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6479177990612364832</id><published>2009-01-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:04:07.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby JR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4rSD7U_I/AAAAAAAAAos/TVZuzjwK3WI/s1600-h/jameenemily%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766022394532850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4rSD7U_I/AAAAAAAAAos/TVZuzjwK3WI/s320/jameenemily%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily, J.R., and me babysitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4qxQH4jI/AAAAAAAAAok/dv0uSvWc8WI/s1600-h/emily%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766013587317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4qxQH4jI/AAAAAAAAAok/dv0uSvWc8WI/s320/emily%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily holding J.R. for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4qo1tOlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tB078eqvefc/s1600-h/auntjamee%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766011329034834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4qo1tOlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tB078eqvefc/s320/auntjamee%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babysitting J.R. while Sarah took finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4qER-0rI/AAAAAAAAAoU/clqadJ9bx58/s1600-h/SD530299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288766001515516594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4qER-0rI/AAAAAAAAAoU/clqadJ9bx58/s320/SD530299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet, sweet baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4pqw3iPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/L2aD-8acbag/s1600-h/SD530293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288765994665740530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4pqw3iPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/L2aD-8acbag/s320/SD530293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Jamee holding J.R. in STL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an aunt is great, I have been an aunt officially for 5 years, but recently I became an aunt to my brothers baby boy.  There was nothing like watching Ryan transform from "the baby" into a father worryinng about his baby.  Here are a few pictures of J.R.  My favorite is Emily holding him for the first time and me holding him for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6479177990612364832?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6479177990612364832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6479177990612364832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6479177990612364832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6479177990612364832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-jr.html' title='Baby JR'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWV4rSD7U_I/AAAAAAAAAos/TVZuzjwK3WI/s72-c/jameenemily%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7516335453325490747</id><published>2009-01-07T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:33:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buris, new senator ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWVyOQgzt2I/AAAAAAAAAoE/C3AUZMx0Sik/s1600-h/art_burris_reid_gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288758926692824930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWVyOQgzt2I/AAAAAAAAAoE/C3AUZMx0Sik/s320/art_burris_reid_gi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would someone smarter than me &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; explain what is going on with our state government.  Why was Roland Buris allowed to take his seat?  Why did the Senate agree?  What is the certificate all about?  As arrogant as Blagojevich is, did they really believe he wouldn't push them?  Are they wanting to impeach him?  Just a few questions for the smarties in the crowd.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7516335453325490747?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7516335453325490747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7516335453325490747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7516335453325490747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7516335453325490747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/buris-new-senator.html' title='Buris, new senator ?????'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWVyOQgzt2I/AAAAAAAAAoE/C3AUZMx0Sik/s72-c/art_burris_reid_gi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3554448653088323641</id><published>2009-01-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:36:30.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nip Tuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWQiQ9HDvLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A_8xRWX0nv0/s1600-h/background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288389537117224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWQiQ9HDvLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A_8xRWX0nv0/s320/background.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nip Tuck, aka prime time porn.  What ever, its on and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3554448653088323641?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3554448653088323641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3554448653088323641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3554448653088323641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3554448653088323641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/nip-tuck.html' title='Nip Tuck'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWQiQ9HDvLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A_8xRWX0nv0/s72-c/background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7066801801946149245</id><published>2009-01-03T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:23:33.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Resoluting???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWA5WMCMLVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z_VKAlWWgik/s1600-h/Postcards2CardsNewYearsResolution1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289015883279698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWA5WMCMLVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z_VKAlWWgik/s320/Postcards2CardsNewYearsResolution1915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did anyone make any good resolutions? I usually do the typical, "I want to loose 20 pounds by July", but this year I switched it up. I decided I needed to address a few issues, like yelling at my kids, cooking, and balancing my check book. Yes, I yell too much and I can see Emily starting to pick up my bad habit. So, I am working on it. Second, I only cook about a night a week, my kids favorite meal is corn dogs! So, I am looking for any easy and quick recipes. Last, I haven't balanced our checkbook in about 5 years. It has gotten me into trouble a couple of times, I am sure the First National Bank loves to see me coming. I just ordered my duplicate checks to help with this small issue. I'll see how it goes, yelling at the kids is going to be the hardest to master, and the odds are stacked against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7066801801946149245?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7066801801946149245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7066801801946149245' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7066801801946149245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7066801801946149245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-resoluting.html' title='Who&apos;s Resoluting???'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SWA5WMCMLVI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Z_VKAlWWgik/s72-c/Postcards2CardsNewYearsResolution1915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1620967484554322660</id><published>2008-12-30T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:05:04.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee maker review, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVruTS_dJ-I/AAAAAAAAAno/TjxiJY8S3ic/s1600-h/k-cup_cross_section.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285799127955613666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVruTS_dJ-I/AAAAAAAAAno/TjxiJY8S3ic/s320/k-cup_cross_section.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the Farley's may be in the market for the ultimate Keurig coffee maker, I thought I would expand on my love for it. The coffee is gourmet, plus it also brews hot cocoa and hot tea. Some of the brands include Paul Newman (he donates all proceeds of sales), Green Mountain Coffee Roasters, Gloria Jean's, Tully's, Celestial Seasonings, and Ghirardelli (yum, chocolate). Each come in "K-cups" which look like little shot glasses of coffee. You put them in the top of the maker and choose which size you want made (small, medium, or large). Literally, 5 seconds later you have a hot cup of coffee, tea, or cocoa. Remove the K-cup and your done, no clean-up. And an hour later, if you want another cup you make a fresh one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, nothing is perfect. The maker is larger than a regular coffee maker, so it takes up more room on the cabinet. Also, when the reservoir is filling it makes a vibrating sound, but it only lasts a few seconds. The K-cups are more expensive then Folgers, but not as expensive as going through the drive-thru every morning. Plus, Folgers sucks, just trust me. A box of 25 K-cups is around $13. You can order them on-line or buy at many department stores. I usually can find them on sale at Kohl's. So there, all you need to know. Any questions?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keurig.com/demo.html"&gt;http://www.keurig.com/demo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1620967484554322660?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1620967484554322660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1620967484554322660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1620967484554322660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1620967484554322660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-maker-review-part-2.html' title='Coffee maker review, part 2'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVruTS_dJ-I/AAAAAAAAAno/TjxiJY8S3ic/s72-c/k-cup_cross_section.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2200078743337634867</id><published>2008-12-29T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:17:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did everyone get what they wanted for Christmas? Did you get the one thing you really wanted, only to realize 4 days later it isn't as great as you thought. So far, I really like what I received. Here are a few of my own reviews:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285408409123639250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmK8d6tT9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ra_Du0FosfY/s320/cupcakemaker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First is Emily's cupcake maker. She wanted this so bad, told every Santa we could find. It's okay, a bitch to clean and the icier thing doesn't work as swirly as it claims to. Plus, I am not for sure how much I want to consume a cupcake that bakes in the microwave in 30 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285410264309032834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmModBX54I/AAAAAAAAAnA/rHz1KfSecZQ/s320/pTRU1-4806468dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next, Pixos = Suckos. The whole thing blows. First, its a pain to get the little "beads" into the right place. Every time someone walks by, the beads roll off the guide. Worst, its suppose to dry in 15-20 minutes with the fan, but it took us over night. Its hard to explain to a 4 year old who has no patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285411769654470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmOAE3sZoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7Sxiez95XQs/s320/FPL9049lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Elmo Live, its amazing. His moves are life like, Hayden really likes him. He likes to carry him around and listen to his stories. It was a last minute gift from Santa, but well worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285412566617559746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmOudygEsI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Dl6g9Hmol3Y/s320/dmart2_2030_173099360.gif" border="0" /&gt;Great gift, even for the price. Emily and Hayden have spent lots of time playing in it since Christmas morning. Has 6 cup holders and a cooler. Both seats fold down and there is storage behind both of them. Turns and pulls super easy, I have rolled it all over the house in the last few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285413980165102946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmQAvqf3WI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lYQ9PEJLWyA/s320/BIG-CITY-SLIDER-STATION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The kids got Hank the "Slider Station" We haven't used it for hamburgers yet, but did make the eggs yesterday morning. They would be perfect for egg sandwiches. So far, so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285415007681013874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmQ8jdYaHI/AAAAAAAAAng/TgRVA77vSJk/s320/0649645006031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Best present ever for a coffee lover.  Makes a perfect cup of coffee. I can have a cup of bold, then turn around and have a cup of flavored.  There is no clean up and its always hot.  I love love love it, thanks Suzanne!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what are some of your reviews.  I may need to know, I have already bought a few gifts for next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2200078743337634867?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2200078743337634867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2200078743337634867' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2200078743337634867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2200078743337634867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-reviews.html' title='Gift reviews'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVmK8d6tT9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ra_Du0FosfY/s72-c/cupcakemaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-141463562647667761</id><published>2008-12-26T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:05:15.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVUaGg6nFxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QpGnzFd8ZKY/s1600-h/abr1352l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284158437006448402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVUaGg6nFxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QpGnzFd8ZKY/s320/abr1352l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this look familiar to anyone but me?  Why is it every family function ends up in chaos at my house.  I think its the stress+close space+rambunctious kids+stress+expectations that leads up to the ever inevitable family blow up.  I &lt;em&gt;tried really &lt;/em&gt;hard this year to enjoy the moment and remember the meaning of Christmas, but the intention ended there.  I feel hung over today, I have a stress hang over.  Is anyone else feeling the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-141463562647667761?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/141463562647667761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=141463562647667761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/141463562647667761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/141463562647667761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-this-look-familiar-to-anyone-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SVUaGg6nFxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QpGnzFd8ZKY/s72-c/abr1352l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4481524506005825843</id><published>2008-12-25T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:00:42.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrangements</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post for everyone who wants to know, I talked to Betsy tonight.  Josh's visitation is tomorrow evening from 4-8 at Templeton Funeral Home in Paris.  The funeral will be held Saturday at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lutheran&lt;/span&gt; church in Paris. 1030.  I know the flower shop in Marshal is Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brier&lt;/span&gt; flower shop, in case anyone was wondering about flowers. &lt;br /&gt;Betsy is strong, stronger than I could ever imagine myself being.  She is at home in Marshal with her family.  She told me Olivia has her moments, she really can't understand it at 4.  She told me she doesn't know how she is doing it, she feels like someone is leading her through. &lt;br /&gt;I urge anyone who wants to, read Betsy's last post on her blog.  Life can change in a moments notice.  Please continue to pray for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4481524506005825843?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4481524506005825843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4481524506005825843' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4481524506005825843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4481524506005825843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/arrangements.html' title='Arrangements'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6284192739965733004</id><published>2008-12-23T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:34:11.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know everyone has been praying for the Riedle family.  Bill Loy just called to let us know Josh passed away at 4:00 this afternoon.  Please keep Betsy, Olivia, Josh's family and Betsy's family in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6284192739965733004?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6284192739965733004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6284192739965733004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6284192739965733004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6284192739965733004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-everyone-has-been-praying-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6215099719301991914</id><published>2008-12-22T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:35:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I talked to Betsy this morning, this is what she told me.  A car crossed the center line and hit them head on.  Betsy was driving, but the majority of the impact was on Josh's side.  Olivia was in the backseat.  Olivia is fine, Betsy told me there isn't a scratch on her.  Josh isn't, he is on a ventilator and his prognosis is very poor.  Please, please keep this family in your thoughts and prayers.  I can't even type the words I need to, its unimaginable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6215099719301991914?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6215099719301991914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6215099719301991914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6215099719301991914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6215099719301991914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8090168207193429059</id><published>2008-12-21T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:23:30.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Riedle Family</title><content type='html'>We received a phone call about an hour ago that Josh, Betsy, and Olivia Riedle were in a head on car accident earlier this evening.  Betsy's mom talked to Hank and let him know Betsy and Olivia are stable, but Josh is in critical condition.  All three were taken to Carle.  I know everyone is very busy this time of year, but please keep the Riedle family in your prayers.  I will post anything I find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8090168207193429059?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8090168207193429059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8090168207193429059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8090168207193429059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8090168207193429059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/riedle-family.html' title='The Riedle Family'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2895478979271206566</id><published>2008-12-11T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:02:54.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight is the first thing to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SUHvusIIPuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q3K3P6n6Eck/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278763823653207778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SUHvusIIPuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q3K3P6n6Eck/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago Angie, Heather and I were goofing around in a &lt;em&gt;rare&lt;/em&gt; down moment. Dr. Saliba had recently marked off the distance the eye chart. We all decided to check our sight, I failed. In the past few days my left eye had been twitching and I have a constant headache. I think it's a combination of working in an office, studying for hours every night, or turning 30. Whatever it is, I went to my appointment today and left with contacts and a new pair of glasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a "thing" about touching my eyes or having something in my eye. I am willing to give it a try. I also picked out a cute pair of glasses, just in case.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2895478979271206566?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2895478979271206566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2895478979271206566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2895478979271206566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2895478979271206566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/sight-is-first-thing-to-go.html' title='Sight is the first thing to go.'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SUHvusIIPuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q3K3P6n6Eck/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5068686965052567455</id><published>2008-12-10T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:10:05.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My peeps</title><content type='html'>I have the best 2 co-workers around.  No drama between us, we have fun and laugh.  I actually look forward to Monday mornings to hear about the weekend and catch up.  Today was extra special.  This morning was normal busy and this afternoon was just crazy busy.  I had a lot of catching up to do after 5 o'clock, basically phone calls and faxes, charts to be finished.   I didn't want to have to take care of in the morning.  I don't like walking in to an already cluttered desk, it gets enough during the day.  So, I called home to say I would be late and planned on being home after 6 o'clock.  Heather and Angie were done with their work and could of went home to their busy families, but they didn't.  They pitched in with "What can I do for you" and helped me get done.  Anyone who works in an office or hospital or a job with mainly women can understand where I am coming from, gals aren't always the easiest to work with.  I am so lucky to have the 2 women in my office I trust and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5068686965052567455?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5068686965052567455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5068686965052567455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5068686965052567455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5068686965052567455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-peeps.html' title='My peeps'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2879142205895298408</id><published>2008-12-08T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:47:43.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, check out my elves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/MWArXjDt5oIIPC6S"&gt;http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/MWArXjDt5oIIPC6S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODc4OTYzOTk4OSZwdD*xMjI4Nzg5NzQ*MzQ*JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY3Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*zNjRhNjM*ODc3ODc*NGRhOGQwZmNlNzc1MTIxOTE2Mg==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;Check out my 2 little elves and 1 big elf. I think the big elf could possible play Hermie in a Broadway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rendition&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rudolph&lt;/span&gt;. Remember to scroll down to turn off the volume of my music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2879142205895298408?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2879142205895298408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2879142205895298408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2879142205895298408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2879142205895298408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-elves.html' title='Now, check out my elves.'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2619292199934011527</id><published>2008-12-05T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:25:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A correction to my wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/STnvwrtnWvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-7Bd4VdnjWk/s1600-h/ex35_08_l2_joura_qaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276512058088053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/STnvwrtnWvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-7Bd4VdnjWk/s320/ex35_08_l2_joura_qaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came to my attention a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't be a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; wish", so I racked my brain for another gift idea. I came up with a little something, I would take it in my drive with a big red bow anytime between now and the end of the year.  Thanks;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2619292199934011527?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2619292199934011527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2619292199934011527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2619292199934011527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2619292199934011527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/correction-to-my-wish-list.html' title='A correction to my wish list'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/STnvwrtnWvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-7Bd4VdnjWk/s72-c/ex35_08_l2_joura_qaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-597476384700246920</id><published>2008-12-02T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:08:39.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/STX34RjKATI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3ivor_U-7Jo/s1600-h/12724_bkhbz_a0_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275395084689998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/STX34RjKATI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3ivor_U-7Jo/s320/12724_bkhbz_a0_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want for Christmas is this purse and a new vacuum cleaner.  I'm not asking for much, just 2 packages under the tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-597476384700246920?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/597476384700246920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=597476384700246920' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/597476384700246920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/597476384700246920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/STX34RjKATI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3ivor_U-7Jo/s72-c/12724_bkhbz_a0_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4769798901814240577</id><published>2008-12-01T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:57:13.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby J.R. is on his way home</title><content type='html'>Ryan, Sarah, and baby J.R. are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; way home.  I can't tell you how relieved I am.  J.R. is perfect, I will post pictures of him as soon as I get them off my mom's camera.  He is beautiful, looks a lot like my daughter.  Not to sound goofy, but God has a way of showing us how small we really are just when we need it.  Thanks to everyone for all the prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4769798901814240577?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4769798901814240577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4769798901814240577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4769798901814240577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4769798901814240577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-jr-is-on-his-way-home.html' title='Baby J.R. is on his way home'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6099225584998380488</id><published>2008-11-27T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:09:50.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Baby Jereme</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post Jereme will have surgery in the morning at 7:30 to correct his defect.  Today was long and without turkey, pumpkin pie, or sweet potatoes.  I did have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Philly&lt;/span&gt; steak and cheese sub with onion rings.  I shouldn't complain, I did get to hold baby Jereme and sing to him and see him stare at his mommy for the first time.  It was amazing, he knew who Sarah was as soon as he saw her.  I can't wait to post the great pictures I took today.  Please keep baby Jereme, Ryan, and Sarah in your thoughts tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jamee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6099225584998380488?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6099225584998380488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6099225584998380488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6099225584998380488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6099225584998380488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-baby-jereme.html' title='Update on Baby Jereme'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8144677550131339729</id><published>2008-11-26T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:55:39.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SS4w97G8XOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/i8RTqTlcaVo/s1600-h/bwToes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273206054094396642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SS4w97G8XOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/i8RTqTlcaVo/s320/bwToes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow, when you are sitting around your dinner table, please pray for my family.  My brother Ryan and Sarah were blessed with a beautiful baby boy today.  Jereme Russell Higginbotham was born at 12:59 pm.  He weighed 7.2 lbs is 20 inches long.  To look at him, he is perfect, but inside he has a problem.  Baby Jereme was sent to Children's Hospital in STL quickly after he was born due to a defect with his colon.  Sarah is still in Mattoon, unable to be released from the hospital until tomorrow.  So, tonight I sit in a hotel room with my scared brother and mother, thinking about what I am thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my husband who is home with my kids.  I am thankful for my 2 healthy children who give me joy everyday.  I am thankful for my mother and grandmother who give me strength.  I am thankful for my brother who is becoming a father before my eyes.  I am thankful for the rest of my family and friends for their support.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jereme will most likely have surgery on Friday.  The physicians believe the surgery will be a success and Jereme will make a full recovery.  During this time, please think of my family and pray for them.   &lt;br /&gt;Jamee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8144677550131339729?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8144677550131339729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8144677550131339729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8144677550131339729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8144677550131339729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-pray-for-my-family.html' title='Please pray for my family'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SS4w97G8XOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/i8RTqTlcaVo/s72-c/bwToes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1235272912392221476</id><published>2008-11-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:36:28.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Higginbotham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SSgyyldfOqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t_ZSAT0UmIU/s1600-h/mommy_footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271519208467806882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SSgyyldfOqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t_ZSAT0UmIU/s320/mommy_footprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new nephew is on his way, Sarah J. is dialated and 50 percent thinned. I am extremely excited, can't wait to meet him and see if he looks like my bro. I also can't wait to see my brother as a dad, wierd. I know he will be a great. First babies change everything and as much as I have told them, they can't get it untill they are in that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1235272912392221476?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1235272912392221476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1235272912392221476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1235272912392221476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1235272912392221476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-nephew-is-on-his-way-sarah-j.html' title='Baby Higginbotham'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SSgyyldfOqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/t_ZSAT0UmIU/s72-c/mommy_footprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8668849970066574694</id><published>2008-11-14T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:43:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just catch'n up</title><content type='html'>I had decided not to blog anymore, just be a blog stocker.  I am busy and I don't have a lot of extra time right now.  But, I have found over the last 4 weeks, I really miss the blogging.  I don't feel like I get to talk to friends very often, everyone's lives are hectic right now.  I feel like blogging gives me a way to stay in touch with everyone.  So, moral of the story, I am trying to catch up.  Please forgive me, my goal is to post once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268764451575043138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pWoVWFEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uykBRrby8fc/s320/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, Emily was a witch (her idea) and Hayden was anything I could find in his closet.  The story is, I bought him a really cute monkey costume but he had a growth spurt and grew out of the damn thing before the "big show".  Being crafty and cheap, I tried to cut out the feet so it would fit, but it ended up looking ridiculous.  30 minutes before trick o' treat, I decided to scratch the monkey costume and find something in the house to dress him as.  He ended up being a farmer/cowboy, lame I know.  Emily made up for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pWfPtqpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/URjYTbHt8OM/s1600-h/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268764449135504018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pWfPtqpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/URjYTbHt8OM/s320/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily's birthday, she is getting ready to get on the bus for Pre-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pWX1cQdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1W1IBwSLnD0/s1600-h/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268764447146262994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pWX1cQdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1W1IBwSLnD0/s320/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random picture of Emily posing, she does a "thumbs up" with almost picture now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pV1cAUZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QsLuW5wg680/s1600-h/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268764437912768914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pV1cAUZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/QsLuW5wg680/s320/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden trying on monkey slippers.  They are truly fitting, because he is a monkey.  He has figured out how to climb out of his crib, how to climb on top of the counter tops and Emily's dresser.  I am just waiting for him to fall and crack his collar bone, its inevitable.  What am I suppose to do, put him in a bubble?  Emily told me the other day we need to call him "spider" because he can climb up anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pVWzjj9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DxnprhHp_04/s1600-h/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268764429690048466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pVWzjj9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DxnprhHp_04/s320/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hank, Emily, and Hayden getting ready to go swimming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the kids to Indy for Emily's birthday.  Note to anyone with an 18 month old and a 4 year old, just wait to do any over night trip.  For one, the Holiday/water park in Indy was horrible, we ended up in 2 different rooms because of faulty door locks and then we kept having other guests come into our room, thinking it was theirs.  Next, there was a dilemma with the sleeping situation.  The cribs in the hotel were super small and Hayden didn't want to sleep with us in the same room.  So, we decided next trip, we will be getting adjoining rooms or we will not go.  In all, the kids had a great time at the zoo, it's as nice as everyone says.  Plus, we ended up with free tickets to the children's museum because of all the room crap.  I think our next trip will be a day trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, this is what has been going on over the past 6 weeks.  Again, I hope everyone hasn't wrote me off and erased my site from their favorites.  I really enjoy conversing with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8668849970066574694?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8668849970066574694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8668849970066574694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8668849970066574694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8668849970066574694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-catchn-up.html' title='Just catch&apos;n up'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SR5pWoVWFEI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uykBRrby8fc/s72-c/Emily%27s+B-day+and+Fall+2008+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-658676613445819494</id><published>2008-10-16T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:16:13.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SPgBP0C1aUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UENcLtAxk_A/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257953936135252290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SPgBP0C1aUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UENcLtAxk_A/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is anyone else watching Life on Mars?  It airs right after Grey's Anatomy, I think it's good but really bizarre.  I want to discuss with someone, so do I have any takers?  First thought, main character (pictured above) is a super hottie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, a note on Grey's Anatomy, I am not impressed.  I keep finding myself turning the channel and finding something better to watch.  I have been avid, but I don't think this season is great, so far at least.  I am glad George passed his exam, but what the hell is the situation with Grey and Yang hanging out in the "trailer".  Is this like their club house?  Is Yang moving into the trailer since her 2 roommates are now lovers?  I liked it better when Grey and McDreamy weren't dating and they are not showing him enough, not nearly enough.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-658676613445819494?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/658676613445819494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=658676613445819494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/658676613445819494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/658676613445819494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-on-mars.html' title='Life on Mars'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SPgBP0C1aUI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UENcLtAxk_A/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5539823738500526104</id><published>2008-10-14T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:24:04.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SPVs3ZWswSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sdZdXXG6h70/s1600-h/thumbnailCAR1MX5U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257227838979621154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SPVs3ZWswSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sdZdXXG6h70/s320/thumbnailCAR1MX5U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I turn 30.  I'm really not upset, I am too f'n busy to think about it I guess.  I am in the middle of writing my first paper in grad school and I am a little stressed to say the least.  Plus, after 8 birthday parties/cakes in 2 weeks, the whole celebration has kinda fizzed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily has been sick twice in the last week, once with bronchitis and then the flu, pukeing flu.  Hank started an outage, so he isn't home.  This will be the 2nd year in a row that I won't see him for my birthday.  Hayden is climbing and getting into everything, and he is starting to run up to Emily and hit her in the head.  It's kind-a funny becasue he laughs and she is Miss Drama over the whole thing.  I have to make myself punish him, he is so cute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love my job, every crazy part of it.  And, ah, thats it.  Hope everyone is as good as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5539823738500526104?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5539823738500526104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5539823738500526104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5539823738500526104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5539823738500526104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SPVs3ZWswSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sdZdXXG6h70/s72-c/thumbnailCAR1MX5U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8341160829652992715</id><published>2008-10-02T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:46:48.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned Debate</title><content type='html'>Where in the hell is my Grey's Anatomy?  Damn debate.  I watched a few minutes and all I could see was Tina Fey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8341160829652992715?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8341160829652992715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8341160829652992715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8341160829652992715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8341160829652992715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/10/damned-debate.html' title='Damned Debate'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-846668596815237275</id><published>2008-09-29T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:46:19.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SOFnKd986rI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Db-EQXETHpk/s1600-h/wallstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251592070031534770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SOFnKd986rI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Db-EQXETHpk/s320/wallstreet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone smarter than me explain this whole situation.  Why do I need to bail corporate assholes out of debt?  Why should my tax dollars pay for overspending idiots who can't afford their mortgage payments?  I pay my own bills, don't you think everyone else should too?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-846668596815237275?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/846668596815237275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=846668596815237275' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/846668596815237275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/846668596815237275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SOFnKd986rI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Db-EQXETHpk/s72-c/wallstreet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2116126537939424202</id><published>2008-09-23T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:47:47.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm not dead</title><content type='html'>I am really busy, notice the time I am posting this and the fact I have to work tomorrow.   Between work, which is super busy right now, and school (I spend up to 3 hours a night on the computer), and the September run of birthdays called financial hell for the Baltzell family, I can't get a damn thing done.  I am getting ready to consume birthday cake 3 times this week (yeah for this pre-menstral girl) and drop a small fortune at Hallmark.  But, I get it all over with in one large swoop. &lt;br /&gt;So, I wanted to drop by my blog and say hi, I have a ton of pictures to post, I am planning to do it sometime in the next few weeks.  Don't give up on me, I'll get my shit together soon.&lt;br /&gt;By the way:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my WONDERFUL, FUNNY, HANDSOME husband Hank.  Without him, my mass chaos would only be just that, but instead its my life and I love him for his support.  He is the best dad Emily and Hayden could ask for and the best friend I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2116126537939424202?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2116126537939424202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2116126537939424202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2116126537939424202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2116126537939424202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-im-not-dead.html' title='No, I&apos;m not dead'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6560111401213556258</id><published>2008-09-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:56:38.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's new kicks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SMscujwlxkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y20j7YJ_Two/s1600-h/pl612508-02vliv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245317777201677890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SMscujwlxkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y20j7YJ_Two/s320/pl612508-02vliv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily has new shoes, they are Kangaroo's.  Does anyone else remember Kangaroo's?  I loved them as a kid.  I let her in on the "secret pocket", she wants to put quarters in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6560111401213556258?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6560111401213556258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6560111401213556258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6560111401213556258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6560111401213556258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/emilys-new-kicks.html' title='Emily&apos;s new kicks.'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SMscujwlxkI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y20j7YJ_Two/s72-c/pl612508-02vliv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7567151839578046910</id><published>2008-09-11T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:20:28.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots, fleas, and my day off.</title><content type='html'>I didn't work today, Dr Saliba is taking every other Thursday off so Dr. Braddy (new ob/peds Dr. in Dieterich) can come to Newton to see patients.  I am happy for this, ever since I started working 5 days a week I can't find the time to get everything done, like paying bills and cleaning the house.  Today was my day, Emily and Hayden had an appointment to get their shots updated, Emily had school and I was going to study during this time, and then she had tumbling and I was going to run errands while she was up town.  We were going to come home, eat dinner, and then go to bed early so I could start my Nip/Tuck DVD.  This was my plan, here is my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Emily and Hayden to get shots at the Health Department and Emily was 2 weeks early.  It slipped my mind when I made the appointment that she needed to be 4, so she has to go back.  Hayden did get this shots and TB test and lead test, he was super brave.  We came home to find Hank on the front porch.  Hank has been working nights for the past few because something is broke, can't tell you much more than that.  Well, I had forgot he didn't have a key on his "new" Ford Focus key ring and I locked the door.  He wasn't happy to say the least.  I got everyone in the house and settled down.  I put Hayden down for a nap (ah, quiet time) but Emily yelled for me and he woke up after 45 min.  Its 1100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200, Hank is in bed and Emily is getting ready for school when I look at Kyzer (Mem's dog that use to be our dog).  Meme tells me Kyzer has been acting up lately, running off and getting into trouble.  She thinks he may be mad at her for leaving him at home on occasion.  So, I am looking at him and thinking he looks really skinny.  Then I see a patch of hair missing on his side.  I decide to make him an appointment with the vet and give him a bath.  Its at this point I notice he has fleas, really bad fleas.  I should mention now that I HATE BUGS.  Me and bugs are like Sarah D. and frogs.  I immediately take him outside and start itching.  Then I start cleaning like a mad woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30, I take Kyzer to the vet, who acts like I am a dirty-butt woman with my flea ridden dog.  I felt so bad for the dog, I asked for pain killers for him and took him home.  Then I went to pick up Emily for school.  I came home and continued to clean my house, vacuuming for the 3rd time.  At 4:30 I woke Hank up to go to work and realized I had forgot to take Emily to her tumbling lesson, crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normal stuff happens, like dinner and baths and night-night time.  Hayden's new thing is give everyone in the house, no matter who is here, a good night kiss and wave "night-night"  Emily usually gets 2 kisses and he will actually tell her night-night sissy.  Its pretty cute and usually one of the highlights of my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30, time to study.  I log onto blackboard and watch my video-stream of my class that is posted and then search for theory articles for my discussion post this week.  P.S., I flip'n hate theory, I don't get it at all and I don't really care.  Its only the beginning of the 2nd week and I am already done with it.  Done in the sense that my mind is done with it.  December can't get here quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my day off, at least I get to go back to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7567151839578046910?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7567151839578046910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7567151839578046910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7567151839578046910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7567151839578046910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/shots-fleas-and-my-day-off.html' title='Shots, fleas, and my day off.'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6378095725093235907</id><published>2008-09-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:32:32.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best thing since sliced bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SMiPz8BL3II/AAAAAAAAAc4/UNdU-JebC5c/s1600-h/netflix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244599888520141954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SMiPz8BL3II/AAAAAAAAAc4/UNdU-JebC5c/s320/netflix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been getting daily e-mails from Netflix for awhile, and they wore me down.  On Sunday night Hank and I decided to join.  I signed up and picked our movies, first 2 choices was Mary Poppins for Emily and the 1st disc of season 1 Nip/Tuck (a.k.a prime time porn).  Low and behold, on Tuesday the movies were in the mail box.  Wow, plus no postage on the return label and NO LATE FEES, pinch me.  Hank and I are notorious for taking movies back really late, this is a god send for us.  I give Netflix a huge "2 thumbs up".    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6378095725093235907?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6378095725093235907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6378095725093235907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6378095725093235907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6378095725093235907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-thing-since-sliced-bread.html' title='Best thing since sliced bread'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SMiPz8BL3II/AAAAAAAAAc4/UNdU-JebC5c/s72-c/netflix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-824551241843088815</id><published>2008-09-03T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:58:37.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since Hank has a new job, he decided we needed a Harley. Check out our new ride. Aren't ya jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241993782493006226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SL9NkmhNSZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/8QSY6CzHXVo/s320/bd5b_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we traded our car for a hot tub, now we have a freak'n golf cart as an ATV.  We are 2 steps away from being featured on "My Big Fat Redneck Wedding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-824551241843088815?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/824551241843088815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=824551241843088815' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/824551241843088815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/824551241843088815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-harley.html' title='New Harley'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SL9NkmhNSZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/8QSY6CzHXVo/s72-c/bd5b_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2669785487758045236</id><published>2008-09-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:50:38.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SL33BMYJY7I/AAAAAAAAAco/JIUylF6qJSI/s1600-h/thumbnailCASKHDZP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241617141203559346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SL33BMYJY7I/AAAAAAAAAco/JIUylF6qJSI/s320/thumbnailCASKHDZP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was &lt;em&gt;suppose&lt;/em&gt; to be Emily's first day of school.  But she didn't go, she is sick.  What are the chances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emily started with sinus/allergy crap on Friday.  I treated her over the counter with medicine but it got out of hand by the end of the long weekend.  Yesterday she started vomiting and by this morning she was really ill.  I took her to see Dr. Saliba and he said "no school".  What, its her first day, she can't miss this.  But she did and we are both very sad, me more so than her.  Her teacher thanked me for not sending her, I felt like a super bad mom becasue I really wanted her to go, sick or not.  Then I imagined her vomiting in her classroom, she would be so embarassed.    I feel like I am partly to blame.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight, she feels better.  We are going to keep our fingers crossed for tomorrow.  I hope she didn't miss out on a lot today.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2669785487758045236?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2669785487758045236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2669785487758045236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2669785487758045236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2669785487758045236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-are-chances.html' title='What are the chances'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SL33BMYJY7I/AAAAAAAAAco/JIUylF6qJSI/s72-c/thumbnailCASKHDZP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4842229344102979694</id><published>2008-08-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:57:25.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K Orientation and crazy pills</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night Emily, Hank, and I went to her Pre-K orientation, it was great for Emily and Hank yet a little overwhelming for me.  I think it has a little to do with the fact that I have been in denial over the whole situation.  The book bag, the school bus, being gone everyday, me not being there with her to protect her from bullies and such.  Up to this point I haven't even gotten her immunizations, birth certificate, or physical done.  Well, it all came to head on Tuesday when I was filling out the paperwork.  There I was, sitting in a tiny chairs filling out paper work.  Answering question like, who can pick her up and who to contact in case of an emergency, I started feeling a little panicky.  Its a combination of my baby girl starting school and the job change and starting my NP program, why can't I do anything in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;    So, today I took the plunge and went to see Nicole Wochner, who is wonderful in my mind.  I explained all of this and how I feel and god bless her, she wrote me a script for Zoloft.  Now, it may be taboo to some that I am admitting this, but not me.  I am not above saying I need help in the form of a tiny pill.  I started it immediately.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239774465495417698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLdrHWcEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/krswrAG9dMc/s320/Pre-K+orientation+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and her Build a Bear "Pretty" getting ready to leave for orientation.  Pretty has a book bag a well.  Emily has no separation issues at all.  In fact, I think she would have went into the high school by herself if I would have let her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLdrHys9lDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rtQzO5su1wU/s1600-h/Pre-K+orientation+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239774473082475570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLdrHys9lDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rtQzO5su1wU/s320/Pre-K+orientation+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A least I still have Hayden, perhaps he will show a little hesitation when it comes to leaving for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLdrIdv19mI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PsY4yHGwOFc/s1600-h/Pre-K+orientation+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239774484637283938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLdrIdv19mI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PsY4yHGwOFc/s320/Pre-K+orientation+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scratch that, he would have followed her out the door given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4842229344102979694?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4842229344102979694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4842229344102979694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4842229344102979694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4842229344102979694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/pre-k-orientation-and-crazy-pills.html' title='Pre-K Orientation and crazy pills'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLdrHWcEQ2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/krswrAG9dMc/s72-c/Pre-K+orientation+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3035377645168790765</id><published>2008-08-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:39:54.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Dominick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLS7Ur0Az9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/RcqeVT1oO5g/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018230571388882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLS7Ur0Az9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/RcqeVT1oO5g/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis and Janice welcomed Dominick Joseph at 12:22 today, he weighed 8 lbs 11 oz and was 22 inches long. He is beautiful. Like a proud new aunt, I forgot my camera at home.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3035377645168790765?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3035377645168790765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3035377645168790765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3035377645168790765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3035377645168790765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-baby-dominick.html' title='Welcome Baby Dominick'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLS7Ur0Az9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/RcqeVT1oO5g/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7849873199108459200</id><published>2008-08-24T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:15:51.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Jasper County Fun</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon we joined the Farley's for a fun evening on the river. This was not Hank or my first trip, but it was for the kiddo's. We weren't for sure what Hayden would think, mostly afraid he would consume a belly full of sand. After a few rocky moments, he was off. And, he did consume a belly full of sand, we couldn't keep it out of his mouth. Emily had fun with the "Farley boys", she has talked about them all day today. Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238276514974232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYvJ5PbpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/J4g3HMno66M/s320/The+River+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toys;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238278010336336402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIaGMjWWhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/D3hr2PXixHc/s320/The+River+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily chasing Ross, he sure is a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIaGZhGKNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bJ_cAkMzP2A/s1600-h/The+River+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238278013816547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIaGZhGKNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bJ_cAkMzP2A/s320/The+River+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole, Ross, and Emily digging in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238284032317168530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIfkuLdm5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/kEuPx_vX_9o/s320/The+River+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ross and Cole exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYvXiZDuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_KTz8JUYx_w/s1600-h/The+River+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238276518636490466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYvXiZDuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_KTz8JUYx_w/s320/The+River+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up on the blanket with the girls and baby boys. Hayden liked Holly a lot, she had treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYvh8WNGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zM5biwDbkAo/s1600-h/The+River+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238276521429709922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYvh8WNGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zM5biwDbkAo/s320/The+River+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke watching his older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYwMBWJuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/PV1P0BrpcKI/s1600-h/The+River+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYwcVHjLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zNfTSxMqKLA/s1600-h/The+River+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238276537102863538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYwcVHjLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zNfTSxMqKLA/s320/The+River+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Farley's, what a good looking family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238278017172646450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIaGmBQKjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/KnxO5mXN2Wk/s320/The+River+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hayden all pooped out. Too much sand and river water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good time. If we lived anywhere else, my kids wouldn't learn to enjoy places like the river and driving around looking for deer every night. Ah the traditions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7849873199108459200?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7849873199108459200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7849873199108459200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7849873199108459200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7849873199108459200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-ole-jasper-county-fun.html' title='Good Old Jasper County Fun'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SLIYvJ5PbpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/J4g3HMno66M/s72-c/The+River+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3155872449513501711</id><published>2008-08-21T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:31:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SK4xtKhd5fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/RwVUFT8ERr4/s1600-h/Index_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237178068667065842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SK4xtKhd5fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/RwVUFT8ERr4/s320/Index_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its official, I am starting back to school 09/04.  My class is scheduled, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an e-mail welcoming me to the distance program today, and my books are on the way.  I am scared stupid, but so ready to get back into the swing of higher education.  I know it sounds crazy, but the busier I am, the more organized I am.  Honestly, I haven't gotten a dang thing done this summer.  I am welcoming my 8 hour trips to Solid Grounds, staying up late reading, and getting my &lt;em&gt;fresh new planner&lt;/em&gt;.  I ordered it with my books, can't wait to open it up and write my name in it.  Good luck to all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; who are taking this journey with me.    &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3155872449513501711?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3155872449513501711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3155872449513501711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3155872449513501711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3155872449513501711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official-i-am-starting-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SK4xtKhd5fI/AAAAAAAAAa4/RwVUFT8ERr4/s72-c/Index_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1615090558897001094</id><published>2008-08-20T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:03:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchy</title><content type='html'>I came home today from work, Emily was asleep on the couch with her leg up on a pillow.  Her knee was red and bloody, oh no.  Emily had apparently suffered her first real fall on concrete.  She woke up when I came in the door and informed me she had fallen out side.  Mommy to the rescue, I cleaned it and put a bandage on it.  I told her it was called a strawberry, this made her feel better, even a little proud of the "strawberry".  Hank told her she had to be tough if she was going to play sports, because she couldn't cry in softball when she got a strawberry, OK Tom Hanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798437815167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYbvZLKrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DZocUH1RyOk/s320/emilys+ouchy+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYbzw9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/84qP2lh4mXk/s1600-h/emilys+ouchy+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798438988670162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYbzw9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAaY/84qP2lh4mXk/s320/emilys+ouchy+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty proud:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYcsl4YKI/AAAAAAAAAao/IvWE7hDu490/s1600-h/emilys+ouchy+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYdEccHVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DW7yNXz0a4A/s1600-h/emilys+ouchy+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798460645875026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYdEccHVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DW7yNXz0a4A/s320/emilys+ouchy+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily decided to take a picture of my knee.  Huh, don't know why but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1615090558897001094?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1615090558897001094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1615090558897001094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1615090558897001094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1615090558897001094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouchy.html' title='Ouchy'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKzYbvZLKrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DZocUH1RyOk/s72-c/emilys+ouchy+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8883163344807803192</id><published>2008-08-17T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:55:04.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKiOs_tZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/67LVRBc9D-M/s1600-h/elvis%2520comeback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235591470485465858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKiOs_tZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/67LVRBc9D-M/s320/elvis%2520comeback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my mom, who is a huge Elvis fan, especially his 1968 Comeback show.  I am sure she was in mourning yesterday, it was the anniversary of his death.  Hope you enjoy the music mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8883163344807803192?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8883163344807803192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8883163344807803192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8883163344807803192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8883163344807803192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/king.html' title='The King'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKiOs_tZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/67LVRBc9D-M/s72-c/elvis%2520comeback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-3131356023534634059</id><published>2008-08-17T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:11:24.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for making parenting easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKhmDD_bqZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JRA17kLlc3k/s1600-h/redneck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235546769615202706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKhmDD_bqZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JRA17kLlc3k/s320/redneck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Parents magazine, when I have a chance to read it that is.  I really like the "It worked for me" section.  Here are a few of this issues suggestions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Fill a large plastic storage container with sand and toys so that kids have a sandbox to play with when they travel to their grandparents, park, etc.  When you are done just snap the lid on and throw it in the truck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  When your kids outgrow bibs but are still messy eaters, have eating shirts.  Take an adult-size t-shirt received from a free giveaway and let them put it on when they eat.  You don't have to worry about spills and removing stains.  (smart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  When you pack your school age child's lunch, make one for the child at home and put it in the fridge.  That way you are only make lunch once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  To prevent your child from burning their tongue on hot cereal, make "milk ice cubes" and drop them into the cereal.  It cools down the cereal and makes it more nutritious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Instead of wasting money of paper gift bags that get thrown away, package presents in reusable grocery totes.   They only cost $1 and can be used for so many other things.  (THIS ONES FOR GREEN ASHLEY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  To keep kids occupied in the Dr. office, pack a couple crayons in your purse and let them color on the paper table cover.  (how smart is that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-3131356023534634059?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/3131356023534634059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=3131356023534634059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3131356023534634059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/3131356023534634059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/tips-for-making-parenting-easier.html' title='Tips for making parenting easier'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKhmDD_bqZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JRA17kLlc3k/s72-c/redneck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-8452635545977265505</id><published>2008-08-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:26:03.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKYMBuYjJGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yR0zSjIhcIo/s1600-h/thumbnailCABAOAO8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234884840635180130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKYMBuYjJGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yR0zSjIhcIo/s320/thumbnailCABAOAO8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a hobby. Hank has fishing and I have....work. Today I rushed home so Hank could jump in his truck and head to the lake. Tomorrow I am &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt; and Hank is jumping in his truck to go to the lake. I am not complaining about him, he hasn't actually fished much since he has been laid off, he has been building me a deck and helping other people with projects. I am just jealous he has something that can take him away from home once or twice a week. I need that, what mom doesn't need that. I have thought about bowling, but I am not athletic in the least. I have thought about working out, but the second I get home I get into mom mode and Hank isn't going to let me work out at the gym since I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to have my own treadmill. Anyone, what do you guys do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-8452635545977265505?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/8452635545977265505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=8452635545977265505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8452635545977265505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/8452635545977265505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-hobby.html' title='Hobby Please'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKYMBuYjJGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/yR0zSjIhcIo/s72-c/thumbnailCABAOAO8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2366453267070638394</id><published>2008-08-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:27:56.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To school we go, in style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKOV3dz7KiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wEkLtoZDPN8/s1600-h/gp580350-01viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234191972062407202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKOV3dz7KiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wEkLtoZDPN8/s320/gp580350-01viv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily starts Pre-K this year (tear in my eye).  She is going to the big high school, scary.  As many of you know she has never been to daycare, oh I take that back, she went for 2 weeks and she (I) hated it.  Adding to my anxiety is the fact that none of her little friends are going to the high school, only St. Thomas.  But, no matter where she goes or who is there, she is going in &lt;em&gt;style.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our zoo/shopping trip I picked up Emily's back pack.  I wanted to buy one shaped like an apple, but it wasn't standard sized.  This one is a Jr. but she looked ridiculous with the full size, I mean she is &lt;em&gt;only 3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2366453267070638394?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2366453267070638394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2366453267070638394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2366453267070638394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2366453267070638394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-school-we-go-in-style.html' title='To school we go, in style'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKOV3dz7KiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wEkLtoZDPN8/s72-c/gp580350-01viv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6766645416061849056</id><published>2008-08-11T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:17:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What else do I have to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7NoCLkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8pU4h-JwATA/s1600-h/Current+river+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233494946065034818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7NoCLkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8pU4h-JwATA/s320/Current+river+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Current River 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7TdLvlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KbxGc9oXH4I/s1600-h/Current+river+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233494947630136914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7TdLvlI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KbxGc9oXH4I/s320/Current+river+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus turning fish into cigarettes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7RsDeeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7yJu6OLmeTw/s1600-h/Current+river+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233494947155638754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7RsDeeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/7yJu6OLmeTw/s320/Current+river+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Jesus, sweet baby Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6766645416061849056?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6766645416061849056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6766645416061849056' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6766645416061849056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6766645416061849056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-back.html' title='What else do I have to say'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SKEb7NoCLkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8pU4h-JwATA/s72-c/Current+river+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6362359932337425218</id><published>2008-08-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:32:35.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Apparel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJpraNnQdPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xl6IMD0SuV4/s1600-h/DS8624_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJpraNnQdPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xl6IMD0SuV4/s320/DS8624_img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231612015219340530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Wal-Mart tonight to get supplies for our canoe trip this weekend. I can't explain how much we look forward to this weekend all year, it's usually magical. Anyway, Hank came up to me and said he had found the ultimate river hat, the bottle opener hat. See, it has a bottle opener on the bill. This is double funny because a few weeks ago we went out with the crew, Chad and Holly needed a bottle opener and Amanda and Jeff's van door had to do. If only we had the bottle opener hat, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;we do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6362359932337425218?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6362359932337425218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6362359932337425218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6362359932337425218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6362359932337425218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/river-apperal.html' title='River Apparel'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJpraNnQdPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xl6IMD0SuV4/s72-c/DS8624_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7934780373598266160</id><published>2008-08-05T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:35:13.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News, HUGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJd_I9T2rXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NEzqEy3Jor0/s1600-h/th_hooray_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJd_I9T2rXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NEzqEy3Jor0/s320/th_hooray_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230789284087639410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time Hank and I have had news to share. We haven't shared it or hardly talked about it for fear it wouldn't happen or we would jinx ourselves. So here it is, Hank got a new job. Hank will now be working at Coffeen Power Plant as the Maintenance Supervisor over the boiler. Also, he will be the 2nd youngest Maintenance Supervisor Ameren has ever hired. I am busting with excitement. No more unemployment or working out of state. He will actually have vacation time and sick time and somewhat normal hours. I know it will be a change and change is always hard at first, but he is up for the challenge. I am so proud of him, he has worked hard to get here and its finally paid off. YEAH:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7934780373598266160?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7934780373598266160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7934780373598266160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7934780373598266160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7934780373598266160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-news-huge_05.html' title='Big News, HUGE!'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJd_I9T2rXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NEzqEy3Jor0/s72-c/th_hooray_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4693333344949054118</id><published>2008-08-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:34:02.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJfYCEHdaAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zrcmNJWijX0/s1600-h/car+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJfYCEHdaAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zrcmNJWijX0/s320/car+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230887022190487554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone guess what Hayden may want to be when he grows up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4693333344949054118?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4693333344949054118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4693333344949054118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4693333344949054118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4693333344949054118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/crack-kills.html' title='Crack Kills'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJfYCEHdaAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zrcmNJWijX0/s72-c/car+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1886738548781649822</id><published>2008-08-03T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:08:38.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJZ-N8dmdfI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1um11_0_TLo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJZ-N8dmdfI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1um11_0_TLo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230506795271091698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa French lost her battle with cancer today.  Please pray for her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1886738548781649822?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1886738548781649822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1886738548781649822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1886738548781649822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1886738548781649822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJZ-N8dmdfI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1um11_0_TLo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6718555993197657408</id><published>2008-08-02T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:01:10.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUAC = Waste of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJUYBIEOQII/AAAAAAAAAXg/sNBE6lTvtLs/s1600-h/ouac-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJUYBIEOQII/AAAAAAAAAXg/sNBE6lTvtLs/s320/ouac-logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230112949884829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to take Emily's clothes to Once Upon A Child (OUAC).  In a recent post I had decided to try Ebay.  Ebay was okay, not much hassle, but I ended giving a $145 dress up for $5.35.  Mind you, I do realize it is partly my fault, I didn't think to put a reserve on the dress. &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today the kids and I took off for Terre Haute with 6 totes of Emily's clothes.  I dropped off the totes and was told to return in 3-4 hours.  Not a big deal, we went to the mall and ate.  &lt;br /&gt;I returned at 7:30 and my totes were sitting in an area with 2 small hampers on top of them.  The 2 small hampers is all OUAC wanted to purchase from me.  The amount of clothes added up to about half a tote.  The girl at the desk issued me a check for $113, barely enough to pay for my flippin gas and dinner, and I was left to re-load all my totes.  I wasn't angry they didn't take more of Emily's clothes, I was put out at the time wasted for $113.  Also, the "buyer" was a 18 year old girl who had probably just graduated from high school, what does she know about kid clothes.  They bought all my Old Navy, Gap, and Tommy clothes and rejected all the high price outfits.  I am sure they didn't know the brands and Old Navy, Gap, and Tommy sell better in our area.  &lt;br /&gt;Since I have 5.5 totes of clothes left, I am going to have a garage sale to try to get rid of what I can.  Whats left is either going to Catholic Charities or Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows of a little girl who is in need of super cute clothes, send them my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6718555993197657408?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6718555993197657408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6718555993197657408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6718555993197657408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6718555993197657408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouac-waste-of-time.html' title='OUAC = Waste of Time'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJUYBIEOQII/AAAAAAAAAXg/sNBE6lTvtLs/s72-c/ouac-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7996182626783892303</id><published>2008-07-31T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:06:53.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DECK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355560698357&amp;amp;site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355560698357&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/2954361355560698357/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355560698357&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/2954361355560698357/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355560698357&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/2954361355560698357/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank and his family have made big progress over the past 2 days on the deck.  All the hand rail is up and the tub is wired.  There is still more to do, but now we can enjoy it.  Hank nailed up scrap boards so Hayden can run freely, its nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next id lightins and concete. .  Moe to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7996182626783892303?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7996182626783892303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7996182626783892303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7996182626783892303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7996182626783892303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_31.html' title='DECK'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6114503520262416858</id><published>2008-07-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:02:10.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP:&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJEpGaEIFSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zzuW8ad7IQ0/s1600-h/240-d71026af50c972725ba5470abce7016d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJEpGaEIFSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zzuW8ad7IQ0/s320/240-d71026af50c972725ba5470abce7016d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229005832406439202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need some motivation.  Last Novermber I started running and I lost over 20lbs.  The last few weeks have not been good and I am up 8 lbs.  Working 5 days a week has affected my running, I can't find the best time.  I am not as physically active, so I am more hungry.  I can eat all day, I am like an empty pit.  I am frustrated with myself and can see me creeping back up towards my previous weight.  Does anyone have any good advice or motivation.  Too bad I can't get the gout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6114503520262416858?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6114503520262416858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6114503520262416858' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6114503520262416858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6114503520262416858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/help.html' title='HELP:&gt;'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SJEpGaEIFSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zzuW8ad7IQ0/s72-c/240-d71026af50c972725ba5470abce7016d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4555808548415594443</id><published>2008-07-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:02:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Stuff, Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>I finally did it, I gave all of my baby stuff away. Stroller, 2 car seats, pack and play, 2 bouncy seats, monitors, clothes, toys, ect. went to Sarah for my new nephew who is coming in December. It was bittersweet. I carried it all upstairs, thinking about never being pregnant again. Never bringing home a new baby or experiencing the "firsts" again. Knowing Hayden is my last and everyday he is getting bigger and more independent. As I was carrying up the items and reminiscing, I was a little worried I may want another baby. Then, Emily started yelling and Hayden crying and I realized how stupid I was acting. I am extremely fortunate to have a daughter and a son and for them to be healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly handed over all my things and prayed to God I never again feel like I need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4555808548415594443?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4555808548415594443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4555808548415594443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4555808548415594443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4555808548415594443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-stuff-goodbye.html' title='Baby Stuff, Goodbye!'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5457186797191738358</id><published>2008-07-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:57:55.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Smirff and Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIvocFFQmpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D16oaSqNBdQ/s1600-h/thumbnailCAYNP7X9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227527361591810706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIvocFFQmpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D16oaSqNBdQ/s320/thumbnailCAYNP7X9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Emily and I were talking when she said "you know mama, Handy Smirff is like Jesus, well you know, invisible. I of course said, yes I know. She then informed me Hayden wasn't really Hayden, he was a robot and Handy Smirff had made him. I asked where the real Hayden was, she told me he was still in my belly (I must be bloated).  I asked her if she liked Handy Smirff and she said "Yes, he's beautiful and he makes beautiful stuff just like Jesus".  Okay then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Emily may be the first individual to link Handy Smirff to Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at the smirffs on-line, I found the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Things Inquiring Minds Want to Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Exactly where was the smurf village located?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Was Smurfette a real blonde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did Gargamel have dental insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How did Hefty smurf stay in such great shape and would he be willing to share some of his health and fitness tips with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does Handy Smurf plan on creating a hybrid version of the smurfmobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you only have one pair of red pants and red hat that you wore over and over again, or did you have 7 pairs of the exact same outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you receive your training for magic potions and spells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If Brainy smurf was so smart, why was he always wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Was Lazy smurf ever checked for a thyroid disorder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where was mama smurf, and why did you have so many kids?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5457186797191738358?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5457186797191738358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5457186797191738358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5457186797191738358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5457186797191738358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/handy-smirff-and-jesus.html' title='Handy Smirff and Jesus'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIvocFFQmpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D16oaSqNBdQ/s72-c/thumbnailCAYNP7X9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1478746733239269297</id><published>2008-07-26T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:55:48.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Presenting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIuM2tOx-FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-V50GPbv0VE/s1600-h/deck+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIuM2tOx-FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-V50GPbv0VE/s320/deck+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227426663976007762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIuM3MpjxpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eRv4h4aqVq8/s1600-h/deck+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIuM3MpjxpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eRv4h4aqVq8/s320/deck+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227426672409822866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Baltzell with his new hair cut.  Hank, Hayden and I went to get hair cuts yesterday.  I was running late, big shocker, so Hank took Hayden and I met them 5 minutes later.  &lt;strong&gt;5 MINUTES&lt;/strong&gt; is all it took for Hank to have Laura cut off all of Hayden's hair.  I walked in and saw Hank holding Hayden with a skinned head.  Good thing I liked it, I think Hayden kinda resembles his dad now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1478746733239269297?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1478746733239269297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1478746733239269297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1478746733239269297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1478746733239269297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-presenting.html' title='Now Presenting....'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIuM2tOx-FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-V50GPbv0VE/s72-c/deck+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-4334056370306436920</id><published>2008-07-26T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:40:39.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355560105901&amp;amp;site=widget-ad.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355560105901&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p1/2954361355560105901/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355560105901&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p2/2954361355560105901/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355560105901&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ad.slide.com/p4/2954361355560105901/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Hank, Travis, and his dad Dick worked on the deck. Of course, as soon as they really got going, the hall called for Hank to go to work. But, they got a lot done in a short amount of time. The hot tub got its deck and privacy fence, and the back side of the privacy fence got its lattice. I am so excited and so is Hank, he thinks we may need to submit a photo of the finished product to Better Homes and Gardens. I think its pretty darn good for a couple of Boilermakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-4334056370306436920?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/4334056370306436920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=4334056370306436920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4334056370306436920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/4334056370306436920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_26.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-626021876238228304</id><published>2008-07-24T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:06:14.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIlAM01coxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vx6gnp6bO7g/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIlAM01coxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vx6gnp6bO7g/s320/beer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226779431625597714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, its been a week.  I have cried, laughed crazy, and even threw around the idea of needing medication, but its OVER!  To top off the week, Hank and I are going out to eat with a group of great friends.  We both need a night out to let loose.  I am more excited about girl talk than anything.  I have missed my weekly class meeting to talk about husbands, sex, kids, or whatever.  I think a little adult play is just what I need to recharge.  Hope everyone else has a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-626021876238228304?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/626021876238228304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=626021876238228304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/626021876238228304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/626021876238228304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_24.html' title='Thank goodness for Friday'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SIlAM01coxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vx6gnp6bO7g/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2063118251105037032</id><published>2008-07-24T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:38:52.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hot tub is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355559926814&amp;amp;site=widget-1e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355559926814&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p1/2954361355559926814/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355559926814&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p2/2954361355559926814/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355559926814&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p4/2954361355559926814/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hot tub is set and the deck is started.  I am so excited.  Hank is doing a great job and soon I will be able to come home from a long day, feed the kids, bathe the kids, put the kids to bed, and then join my husband in our hot tub for drinks.  Also, I will be able to grill a hamburger.  Since I haven't had a grill all summer, I can't get enough of them.  More pictures to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2063118251105037032?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2063118251105037032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2063118251105037032' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2063118251105037032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2063118251105037032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='The hot tub is here'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-495570167009249364</id><published>2008-07-20T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:56:17.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a seller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SINfqvepfLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t34-iAhLYNw/s1600-h/pics+through+120107+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225125180584066226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SINfqvepfLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t34-iAhLYNw/s320/pics+through+120107+189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted my first sell on e-bay yesterday.  We'll see how it goes, so far no bids.  If it doesn't go well I am going to try Once Upon a Child.  If anyone knows of someone with a little girl who would like to look before I take it to OUAC, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-495570167009249364?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/495570167009249364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=495570167009249364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/495570167009249364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/495570167009249364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-seller.html' title='I&apos;m a seller'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SINfqvepfLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t34-iAhLYNw/s72-c/pics+through+120107+189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6879655724005067119</id><published>2008-07-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:08:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pity party</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been rough. It seems like I can feel a bad day coming and I can't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started with my urine drug test for school. I went to the local health department and I couldn't pee, no pee no test. So, after an hour and a half and 2 bottles of H2O I finally had enough to finish the test. I arrived to work an hour and a half late and my day was down hill from there. The harder I tried to work the day out, the worse I messed up. I was glad when yesterday was over and today started, but it was just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope tomorrow is better, I am praying for it. Twelve hours of hospital work should cure me, or kick my butt so hard I am begging for Monday morning at the clinic. Hope everyone has a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6879655724005067119?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6879655724005067119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6879655724005067119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6879655724005067119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6879655724005067119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-pitty-party.html' title='My pity party'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-2345575439597876620</id><published>2008-07-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:06:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need your advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SH63I9Yb-YI/AAAAAAAAAWo/J8h62xQGKcE/s1600-h/ebay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223813982340249986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SH63I9Yb-YI/AAAAAAAAAWo/J8h62xQGKcE/s320/ebay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know, Janice Baltzell (my sister-in-law) and Sarah Jackson (my brothers girlfriend) are both having boys this fall/winter. That takes the tally to 6 boys and 1 girl. I have been saving all of Emily's cute clothes for someone, but I don't see it happening any time soon and I am ready to clean house. I have totes upon totes of little girl clothes from ages 3months on up. I am thinking about putting them on e-bay, but I don't know how time consuming it may be or how hard it is to list items. I am looking for a solution and a garage sale is not an option. Has anyone opened an e-bay store or had good luck at 2nd hand stores? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-2345575439597876620?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/2345575439597876620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=2345575439597876620' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2345575439597876620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/2345575439597876620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/need-your-advice.html' title='Need your advice'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SH63I9Yb-YI/AAAAAAAAAWo/J8h62xQGKcE/s72-c/ebay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-9182139372378392779</id><published>2008-07-15T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:00:37.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its finally happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355558871867&amp;amp;site=widget-3b.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355558871867&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/p1/2954361355558871867/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355558871867&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/p2/2954361355558871867/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355558871867&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3b.slide.com/p4/2954361355558871867/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months of "planning" our deck is finally taking shape.  At this point, I would take a few bricks out the back door with a grill set on it.  I love my husband but it takes him forever to start a project.  Thank goodness for my father-in-law, he always gets the guys going and usually finishes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; projects for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-9182139372378392779?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/9182139372378392779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=9182139372378392779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/9182139372378392779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/9182139372378392779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Its finally happening'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6856679613943507334</id><published>2008-07-14T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:58:56.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I always seem to post cute pictures of Emily, so I thought I would throw this one in.  Here is Hayden on Sunday.  I think he was really happy to see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223069311051616450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwR3Yp50MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/d_4ODsw-2no/s320/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6856679613943507334?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6856679613943507334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6856679613943507334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6856679613943507334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6856679613943507334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/hayden.html' title='Hayden'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwR3Yp50MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/d_4ODsw-2no/s72-c/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6748405687459570621</id><published>2008-07-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:54:52.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Emily, Mem, and I had a girls weekend in St. Louis at the Bolander Wedding, we had a blast. For me, the best part of the weekend was visiting with Amber and watching her and Rick in &lt;em&gt;action.&lt;/em&gt; For Emily, the best part was playing with R.J. and Heidi and swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hank and Hayden stayed at home to "live it up". I think they spent the weekend missing us girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223064071811500498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNGa9uCdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/d6nby3nFyUc/s320/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily at the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNGn7LnpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CfB_s2dzDZI/s1600-h/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223064075290517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNGn7LnpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CfB_s2dzDZI/s320/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily and Piggy, he of course didn't miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNG9hlMsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iYkNyaXtbN8/s1600-h/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223064081088721602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNG9hlMsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iYkNyaXtbN8/s320/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hank has introduced Nintendo to Emily, she is addicted. She played it the whole way to St. Louis and then before she went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNHlZ08HI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ShqnwE8Ni8E/s1600-h/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223064091793617010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNHlZ08HI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ShqnwE8Ni8E/s320/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning we went swimming for a couple of hours before we left for home. Emily has bacame really brave and loves to jump off the edge. She won't even let me close by, she wants to do it &lt;em&gt;all by herself&lt;/em&gt;.  Here she is jumping in the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNH_vdRuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jaonQhAWXos/s1600-h/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223064098863662818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNH_vdRuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jaonQhAWXos/s320/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her fearlessness continued when she decided to jump off the planter into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6748405687459570621?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6748405687459570621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6748405687459570621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6748405687459570621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6748405687459570621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-trip.html' title='Weekend Trip'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHwNGa9uCdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/d6nby3nFyUc/s72-c/BolanderJoggerst+Wedding+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-6767820249959989358</id><published>2008-07-10T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:50:32.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHbJ657-5-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/IdJPYvQYHY0/s1600-h/Ladies-of-the-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221582831804671970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHbJ657-5-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/IdJPYvQYHY0/s320/Ladies-of-the-night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHbJynCZ6dI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gteFLJ3IMlI/s1600-h/lasigning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHbJymc6xPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qMVlrny8YN4/s1600-h/lasigning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221582689135150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHbJymc6xPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qMVlrny8YN4/s320/lasigning2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this morning I was watching The Early Show like I do every morning. After an interesting interview with the Rev. Jesse Jackson, Gene Simmons was interviewed for his upcoming book release. And guess what he is writing about.....prostitution. Imagine. It may be worth picking up just as a conversation coffee book. One a side note, Gene Simmons is one ugly man. I wonder why he doesn't just do something to that gross ass hair of his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-6767820249959989358?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/6767820249959989358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=6767820249959989358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6767820249959989358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/6767820249959989358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-heck.html' title='What the heck'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHbJ657-5-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/IdJPYvQYHY0/s72-c/Ladies-of-the-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-1473321308063531102</id><published>2008-07-09T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:01:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHWID3JxRbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/C5WkLTc0AEs/s1600-h/00089292-598880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221228942931871154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHWID3JxRbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/C5WkLTc0AEs/s320/00089292-598880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone besides us watch Chelsea Lately on E!?  I love her humor and her honesty, plus she has a midget named Chui who really likes argyle.    If you haven't caught it, try.  I don't think you will regret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-1473321308063531102?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/1473321308063531102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=1473321308063531102' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1473321308063531102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/1473321308063531102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-this-gal.html' title='I like this gal'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHWID3JxRbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/C5WkLTc0AEs/s72-c/00089292-598880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-7880353775375256851</id><published>2008-07-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:31:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Givin the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHQdtKdJtlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HoK8_14ZVds/s1600-h/bloggylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220830529767192146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHQdtKdJtlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HoK8_14ZVds/s320/bloggylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this, so I am passing it on.  I don't have many blogs I look at daily, but the ones I look at are all from people who hold special places in my life.  I copycatted my blog after Sarah Sez at &lt;a href="http://www.sarahsplayground1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sarahsplayground1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, so I want to give it to her.  Sarah is a wonderful person who gives love through her wittiness and humor every day.  I sometimes think she is the female version of my husband, and if it wasn't for her I would not be married to him. &lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Amanda at &lt;a href="http://www.littlemankingdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.littlemankingdom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this award.  Pass it on Sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-7880353775375256851?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/7880353775375256851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=7880353775375256851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7880353775375256851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/7880353775375256851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/givin-love.html' title='Givin the love'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHQdtKdJtlI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HoK8_14ZVds/s72-c/bloggylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232650188594770739.post-5668053161661874079</id><published>2008-07-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:04:20.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHGFYzK_FHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4DWECXfvUu8/s1600-h/thumbnailCA9AOHW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220100104198755442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHGFYzK_FHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4DWECXfvUu8/s320/thumbnailCA9AOHW4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have a new neighbor. The house to our west has been for sale for a few months and it must have sold last week because the new neighbor moved in over the weekend. Apparently he is a single guy, late 20's, with a loud old truck and some kind of boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight Hank had to go to work. On his way he called me and told me the new neighbor was sitting out in the front yard drinking a beer. He then followed this with a quick, "There is no need to wave or go over and introduce yourself when I am not home." My immediate response was, "I would never do that" with which he followed "Yeah ya would, how do you think you and I ended up where we are today." So OK, point taken. But, as long as he doesn't need to borrow a mower, Hank is safe. Kidding of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My only concern is he is going to have some wild party and wake up the kids. Man, I am getting old in a hurry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232650188594770739-5668053161661874079?l=letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/feeds/5668053161661874079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232650188594770739&amp;postID=5668053161661874079' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5668053161661874079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232650188594770739/posts/default/5668053161661874079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmetellyasomthin.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-neighbor.html' title='New Neighbor'/><author><name>Jamee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09006560920748036002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SDQwwAE1jyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YShwgNl1wOM/S220/graduation+054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DZyV1s5LoGM/SHGFYzK_FHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4DWECXfvUu8/s72-c/thumbnailCA9AOHW4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry></feed>
