<?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-8169630657551600466</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:19:39.919-05:00</updated><category term='eating disorders'/><title type='text'>Every path has a puddle.</title><subtitle type='html'>When life gives you lemons, the last thing you need is some idiot to throw sugar on them and pretend its lemonade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1022689857876126568</id><published>2010-03-19T05:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:00:54.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Jones</title><content type='html'>For those of you who keep up with me via my blog.................. here are a few pictures that others may have already seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I were married on February 27, 2010.................. it was cold outside, but I don't think I noticed! Of course, with anything anyone does, things don't go according to plan. In the end, our ceremony started an hour late, Hunter freaked and had to be carried down the aisle, etc. At the end of the day............... we were still Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Jones.................we were still glowing with happiness..............and our family and friends were there to support us and join us in our special day. We could not have asked for more !! To those who prayed, to those who were a part of our ceremony, to those who traveled the many miles to join us.............. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXUUz_PaI/AAAAAAAABYM/vs96pfbdMUs/s1600-h/105_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450295980744195490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXUUz_PaI/AAAAAAAABYM/vs96pfbdMUs/s320/105_0545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal dinner.................. in our make shift church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXVFY5cUI/AAAAAAAABYU/JJvSQ8XA2rk/s1600-h/carol+and+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450295993783906626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXVFY5cUI/AAAAAAAABYU/JJvSQ8XA2rk/s320/carol+and+daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy and I walking to the Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXVvz9K_I/AAAAAAAABYc/uRSt3Cup5Fw/s1600-h/owen+wedding+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450296005171686386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXVvz9K_I/AAAAAAAABYc/uRSt3Cup5Fw/s320/owen+wedding+pic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXTxZfM8I/AAAAAAAABYE/2K_AJB8Mpgw/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450295971237802946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXTxZfM8I/AAAAAAAABYE/2K_AJB8Mpgw/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne fixing my dress at the reception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1022689857876126568?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1022689857876126568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1022689857876126568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1022689857876126568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1022689857876126568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-and-mrs-jerry-jones.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Jones'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/S6NXUUz_PaI/AAAAAAAABYM/vs96pfbdMUs/s72-c/105_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4994978774607158438</id><published>2009-12-05T08:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:22:20.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time keeps on Tickin</title><content type='html'>Wow............ I can't believe it's already December. Time has flown!! Everyone in the Jones' house is keeping busy and growing up way to fast for Jerry and I.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is almost 15 months old and a bundle of energy!! He amazes me each and every day. He is learning so much. He says random words and lets us know when he wants something. He still hasn't broken the 20 lb. mark, so is still facing backwards in the carseat. I am thinking he will probably be that way until he is 2!! He eats table food, but is so active, he burns it off. ( I wish I had that luck.) He is still adored by his sisters and really anyone who he comes in contact with. He is my greatest blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is doing great in 2nd grade. She reads so well and we are so proud of her. She is an awesome big sister and daughter. She is a great help to me!!&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is also doing great in KG. She had a little mishap with the non English speaking, scissor happy little boy in her class............. lets just say she now has bangs.&lt;br /&gt;The girls are excited about their Daddy and I getting married, especially since they get to wear pretty dresses and be flower girls.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the wedding..................... things are coming along. I have to find shoes and then I can get my dress altered. The girls all have their dresses. We have invitations (it is a very small wedding, so don't be upset if you don't get invited). We have favor bags. I have my garter. We have a place to have the reception. We have a photographer. So yeah, I still have alot to do under 3 months. I am not stressing out. It will get done. In the end, we will still be married, so let the good times roll.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is good. He is out hunting as I type. Still hasn't shot Big Daddy. He went to W. KY for his annual hunting trip a few weeks ago and that was the longest 10 days!!! I was so glad when he came home. His job still stresses him out most of the time, but he does have a job. For that we are thankful.&lt;br /&gt;I am kicking right along, taking life one day at a time. My kids this year are unique. I have a rough (average to below average) group the last period of the day for Pre-Algebra. Most days I leave with my blood pressure elevated!! I will make it through, but it will take every ounce of patience and strength I have. My first semester of my trek to getting my EdS is almost over. I took 3 classes. I am done with 2 of them and will take the final for the other one this next week. I am registered for 10 hours next semester, so I will need lots of prayer as I take classes and get married.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I don't update as often as I should. Life keeps me pretty busy. Some of my family and friends haven't posted in months, so I don't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures taken in the last few weeks.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpltotbfNI/AAAAAAAABXs/BtgijNrZO2U/s1600-h/hunterwagon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411749736935554258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpltotbfNI/AAAAAAAABXs/BtgijNrZO2U/s320/hunterwagon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter chillin in his wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpltTaNreI/AAAAAAAABXk/WlibmfrbqeM/s1600-h/afterschoolsnack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411749731217812962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpltTaNreI/AAAAAAAABXk/WlibmfrbqeM/s320/afterschoolsnack.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and Isaiah enjoying an after school snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpkMuDK8EI/AAAAAAAABXc/2sV_csHOKWA/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411748071921610818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpkMuDK8EI/AAAAAAAABXc/2sV_csHOKWA/s320/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I L.O.V.E. this picture of Hunter and his Aunt Anne. He is giving her MUWAHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpkMQ4y5VI/AAAAAAAABXU/PtkxVim1zSw/s1600-h/105_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411748064093463890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpkMQ4y5VI/AAAAAAAABXU/PtkxVim1zSw/s320/105_0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe celebrating her 6th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpkL5kOfvI/AAAAAAAABXM/uY_AWNNe_YM/s1600-h/christmas+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411748057833176818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpkL5kOfvI/AAAAAAAABXM/uY_AWNNe_YM/s320/christmas+crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest picture of the Fam...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4994978774607158438?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4994978774607158438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4994978774607158438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4994978774607158438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4994978774607158438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-keeps-on-tickin.html' title='Time keeps on Tickin'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpltotbfNI/AAAAAAAABXs/BtgijNrZO2U/s72-c/hunterwagon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4585281482842704756</id><published>2009-11-01T07:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:47:19.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_okxf15I/AAAAAAAABWk/ig3RkjHdGcs/s1600-h/105_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399111863329871762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_okxf15I/AAAAAAAABWk/ig3RkjHdGcs/s320/105_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter....aka Tigger.... and his Aunt Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_oahU9ZI/AAAAAAAABWc/M8Rf9iQxyIc/s1600-h/105_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399111860577695122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_oahU9ZI/AAAAAAAABWc/M8Rf9iQxyIc/s320/105_0167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Jones Jr...... aka Isaiah......... aka Triple J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_oF1tGMI/AAAAAAAABWU/_JbNtIjRLgA/s1600-h/105_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399111855026018498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_oF1tGMI/AAAAAAAABWU/_JbNtIjRLgA/s320/105_0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana......aka Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_n39ep3I/AAAAAAAABWM/14OYYZ04QIk/s1600-h/105_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399111851300530034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_n39ep3I/AAAAAAAABWM/14OYYZ04QIk/s320/105_0163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_ngzQIzI/AAAAAAAABWE/_8yBqesYm5I/s1600-h/105_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399111845083620146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_ngzQIzI/AAAAAAAABWE/_8yBqesYm5I/s320/105_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzed Light...........aka Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ranger riding group that Jerry belongs to came to Royal Blue this weekend so he and the girls intended on riding with them. On Friday, 5 minutes up the first mountain, the drive shaft on the Ranger broke.............. so it was down the mountain and he and Uncle Scott got the Ranger loaded and were lazy............. waiting for Jerry's toy hauler to be ready so he could go pick it up, then getting the girls. No riding for them, but they decided to camp out in the trailer any way and enjoy the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter, Isaiah, and I joined them yesterday afternoon. We relaxed in the trailer, watching a DVD and watching Hunter walk back and forth, and listening to it rain!! Nothing like rain on the tin roof. After relaxing, we headed up the Halloween festivities................ in the mud and sprinkles!! We had a great meal and good company. Uncle Scott and Aunt Becky joined us for a little while and we listened to a band. Hunter, Isaiah, and I headed home about 9 and Jerry and the girls stayed to camp out again. They will be home sometime this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually go the Freeman house and join the family in trick or treating and weenie roasting but since Anne had her jaw surgery (and still isn't up to par) and Mom is out of town, we decided to forego the festivities this year. I missed it............... But we still had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4585281482842704756?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4585281482842704756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4585281482842704756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4585281482842704756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4585281482842704756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-09.html' title='Halloween 09'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Su1_okxf15I/AAAAAAAABWk/ig3RkjHdGcs/s72-c/105_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-5917671335722150628</id><published>2009-10-19T07:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:50:19.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go fly a kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYy2T5TBI/AAAAAAAABV8/zP0akZgVYsM/s1600-h/cadescoveand+kites+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394284084278676498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYy2T5TBI/AAAAAAAABV8/zP0akZgVYsM/s320/cadescoveand+kites+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the girls and I rode up to the Top of the World in Windrock on Sunday to fly kites. It was a bit chilly but we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYyNI2UsI/AAAAAAAABV0/MnGN41vDy-g/s1600-h/cadescoveand+kites+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394284073226490562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYyNI2UsI/AAAAAAAABV0/MnGN41vDy-g/s320/cadescoveand+kites+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYxuOw1bI/AAAAAAAABVs/Kg7hHMehadc/s1600-h/cadescoveand+kites+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394284064929797554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYxuOw1bI/AAAAAAAABVs/Kg7hHMehadc/s320/cadescoveand+kites+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYxBpM3PI/AAAAAAAABVk/raeV50PWLc4/s1600-h/cadescoveand+kites+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394284052961090802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYxBpM3PI/AAAAAAAABVk/raeV50PWLc4/s320/cadescoveand+kites+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little posers.......................................&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/8169630657551600466-5917671335722150628?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5917671335722150628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=5917671335722150628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5917671335722150628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5917671335722150628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-go-fly-kite.html' title='Let&apos;s go fly a kite'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StxYy2T5TBI/AAAAAAAABV8/zP0akZgVYsM/s72-c/cadescoveand+kites+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4399398042763640183</id><published>2009-10-11T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:13:34.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHiHI6C8RI/AAAAAAAABVc/S9BqOZclNfk/s1600-h/oct+3+and+4+weekend+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391338841217102098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHiHI6C8RI/AAAAAAAABVc/S9BqOZclNfk/s320/oct+3+and+4+weekend+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the kids last weekend.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHhdwYIHDI/AAAAAAAABVU/gJ2_dMiLAYY/s1600-h/momanddadanniversary+012cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391338130257746994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHhdwYIHDI/AAAAAAAABVU/gJ2_dMiLAYY/s320/momanddadanniversary+012cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have good news.................. I actually have Great News............. Jerry and I are getting married!!!! We got engaged a couple of weeks ago and I am SOOO over the Moon happy!!! We both are, so are the girls.............. Hunter has no clue what is going on!!&lt;br /&gt;We are getting married on March 20th ............ where ?? we don't know....... It will be a very small affair, so don't be disappointed if you don't get an invite. We are inviting only close friends and family. We want simple, sweet and outdoorsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my dress last weekend. Simple and Sweet...... I LOVE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kathy and Anne have purchased their dresses.... simple and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;We have decided on invitations.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on colors, cake, and few other minor things.&lt;br /&gt;Still need to find a simple and sweet venue............... outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHhdvVyz4I/AAAAAAAABVM/0VmHqSz_Gkc/s1600-h/indianatrip+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391338129979527042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHhdvVyz4I/AAAAAAAABVM/0VmHqSz_Gkc/s320/indianatrip+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, Hunter and I at my cousin's wedding. I love this picture of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going okay --- both are. My kids keep me busy and on edge. I am struggling to keep my cool with them half the time. They aren't real bright and there are alot of behavior problems, so I have to be stricter than usual.&lt;br /&gt;My college classes are kicking my butt. Busy busy busy.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep up with this better, but I'm not making any promises. I am bizzy, bizzy, bizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4399398042763640183?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4399398042763640183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4399398042763640183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4399398042763640183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4399398042763640183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive : )'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/StHiHI6C8RI/AAAAAAAABVc/S9BqOZclNfk/s72-c/oct+3+and+4+weekend+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-9199250652070021686</id><published>2009-07-08T07:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:03:08.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July and Random pics</title><content type='html'>With only 1 month until school starts, I can't believe how fast this summer has gone. I guess teaching summer school and having the girls here so much has made it go by that much quicker. We have done lots of things................ boating, riding, and swimming. I am enjoying getting to spend so much time with Hunter and his sisters. Enjoy the pics...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQ0SQS7kI/AAAAAAAABT0/vg-fopFoKJU/s1600-h/girls+swimming+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQ0SQS7kI/AAAAAAAABT0/vg-fopFoKJU/s320/girls+swimming+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065084778147394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls playing in our slammin pool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQzL4wF0I/AAAAAAAABTc/h7BCUMGwvPM/s1600-h/bluff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQzL4wF0I/AAAAAAAABTc/h7BCUMGwvPM/s320/bluff+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065065888913218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's first time on Buzzard's Bluff. This place is a family favorite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQz3mBNoI/AAAAAAAABTs/Tm_qPFakbjM/s1600-h/bluff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQz3mBNoI/AAAAAAAABTs/Tm_qPFakbjM/s320/bluff+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065077621503618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little boy showing his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQzun1i3I/AAAAAAAABTk/-LtFaN4FopE/s1600-h/bluff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQzun1i3I/AAAAAAAABTk/-LtFaN4FopE/s320/bluff+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065075213208434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Bette brought her nieces, Katie and MacKenzie up to the bluff to play with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTmcM02jI/AAAAAAAABT8/BLkMYqrMqf8/s1600-h/bluff+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTmcM02jI/AAAAAAAABT8/BLkMYqrMqf8/s320/bluff+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068145464662578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyro Jones Fireworks from the bluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTm_qk7XI/AAAAAAAABUE/uvQhvgNI2ik/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTm_qk7XI/AAAAAAAABUE/uvQhvgNI2ik/s320/boating+and+riding+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068154984689010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter snuggles with his Aunt Lana before getting in her pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTnNFQIbI/AAAAAAAABUM/ED2nqTO3Ph0/s1600-h/Hunter+in+float.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTnNFQIbI/AAAAAAAABUM/ED2nqTO3Ph0/s320/Hunter+in+float.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068158586233266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter LOVES this float!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTneZn9_I/AAAAAAAABUU/huPSc-6XLtA/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTneZn9_I/AAAAAAAABUU/huPSc-6XLtA/s320/boating+and+riding+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068163235084274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun on the tubes.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWBTmHEzI/AAAAAAAABUk/4t1pZAOcqK0/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWBTmHEzI/AAAAAAAABUk/4t1pZAOcqK0/s320/boating+and+riding+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070806034518834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Chloe was gonna push Isaiah off the tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTn_JGseI/AAAAAAAABUc/sJt0hsMhSZ0/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSTn_JGseI/AAAAAAAABUc/sJt0hsMhSZ0/s320/boating+and+riding+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356068172024164834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and I tubing............ before laughing so hard we fell off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWBkkBhfI/AAAAAAAABUs/3V1FlHjEjG4/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWBkkBhfI/AAAAAAAABUs/3V1FlHjEjG4/s320/boating+and+riding+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070810589169138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four wheelin on the Fourth Family pic minus Hunter, who was with his Aunt Anne and her family for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWCbO30YI/AAAAAAAABU8/MgNHRV4gqQY/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWCbO30YI/AAAAAAAABU8/MgNHRV4gqQY/s320/boating+and+riding+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070825264402818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and I and our self portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWCAuvwCI/AAAAAAAABU0/fywZq2Ahtw8/s1600-h/boating+and+riding+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWCAuvwCI/AAAAAAAABU0/fywZq2Ahtw8/s320/boating+and+riding+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070818150334498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and 'Liv smile for Chloe to take their picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWCzonH8I/AAAAAAAABVE/IjfKps68iWk/s1600-h/fireworks+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSWCzonH8I/AAAAAAAABVE/IjfKps68iWk/s320/fireworks+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356070831814811586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the fireworks began............... Hunter loved his first fireworks and sat and watched pretty much like he looks in this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-9199250652070021686?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/9199250652070021686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=9199250652070021686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9199250652070021686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9199250652070021686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-and-random-pics.html' title='4th of July and Random pics'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SlSQ0SQS7kI/AAAAAAAABT0/vg-fopFoKJU/s72-c/girls+swimming+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8970699084649401423</id><published>2009-06-28T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:04:38.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time : )</title><content type='html'>I am so proud when I tell people my parents are celebrating their 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary on August 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; : )  WOW!!!!!!  As part of the celebration, we had our family pictures done this past Friday............. outside.......... and boy, was it humid : )&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of the heat and humidity, everyone did very well. Us girls refrained from our usual complaining, the kids were cooperative, even Hunter !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures that Isaiah randomly took with my camera and some I took. I think Isaiah has some talent. We won't get the professional pictures back for a few weeks. I am excited to see how they turned out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdktSrc4mI/AAAAAAAABTU/4XzJPY_X0zw/s1600-h/family+pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdktSrc4mI/AAAAAAAABTU/4XzJPY_X0zw/s320/family+pics+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357411424100962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's Girls..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdktJaTAXI/AAAAAAAABTM/otJ02aWI9UA/s1600-h/family+pics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdktJaTAXI/AAAAAAAABTM/otJ02aWI9UA/s320/family+pics+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357408936231282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's Girls.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Skdks26mP-I/AAAAAAAABTE/7sr13ssIxeQ/s1600-h/family+pics+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Skdks26mP-I/AAAAAAAABTE/7sr13ssIxeQ/s320/family+pics+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357403971436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdksgfiWPI/AAAAAAAABS8/7K1vWtzvdHk/s1600-h/family+pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdksgfiWPI/AAAAAAAABS8/7K1vWtzvdHk/s320/family+pics+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357397952354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter in the middle of his sisters and cousins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8970699084649401423?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8970699084649401423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8970699084649401423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8970699084649401423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8970699084649401423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-time.html' title='Family Time : )'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SkdktSrc4mI/AAAAAAAABTU/4XzJPY_X0zw/s72-c/family+pics+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8878089490859920887</id><published>2009-06-16T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:43:56.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's 9 month check up</title><content type='html'>Hunter went to the doctor today for his 9 month check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighs 17 lbs. 10 oz.............. gaining a mere pound since April. Dr. James says he is healthy and fine, just little. He is in the 10% percentile for his weight and length (27.25") . His head is in the 50% percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isn't gaining much weight because he is so active at this point in life. He should be walking in the next few months, definitely before his first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His crankiness the past week is most likely due to a change in schedule. Jerry being gone probably had something to do with it as well. But this is only a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his finger pricked. Didn't even flinch. And got a bright yellow bandaid that he  was in total awe of.............cracked me up. His blood work came back fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can start the Stage 3 baby foods and/or we can start crushing up table food. He can also start on juice in a sippy cup. We will start making changes when Hunter and I get back from my inservice in Gatlinburg. I am not going to try anything while we are away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back in 3 months.........for his 1 year check up!!! It will be here before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Hunter snuggles...........&lt;br /&gt;Carol and the fam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8878089490859920887?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8878089490859920887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8878089490859920887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8878089490859920887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8878089490859920887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunters-9-month-check-up.html' title='Hunter&apos;s 9 month check up'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2754601321275268575</id><published>2009-06-08T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:33:31.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>Time has flown by.......... the end of the school year has come and gone. I am now doing summer school for half days for 8 more days. I have already done 10. We got the girls the Friday before Memorial Day and had them up until this past Thursday. I learned that I am not cut out to be a stay at home mother of 3. Bless those mommies that do that day in and day out. The plus side to the girls being here, besides that fact that they had rules and stability, was that they are great helpers. They help with laundry, dinner, cleaning, and Hunter. He still thinks they hung the moon. They talk to him and he giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter now has 6 teeth and we are awaiting the arrival of 2 more on the bottom. He is mobile and can get anywhere he wants to............ in an odd army crawl kind of way. He mocks sounds we make and makes us laugh and want to pull our hair out in the same breath. He will be 9 months old the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is still at his job and it still stresses him out, but I do think it is getting slightly better. He has learned to change the drum belt on the dryer and the motor on the air conditioner..... all in the same weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;Olivia just finished First Grade and is officially a Second grader. She got all A's and B's on her report card. She continues to amaze us with how smart she is.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is gearing up for Kindergarten. She tells anyone who asks, that she has 3 months until she starts school. The school better watch out for this one. She is a firecracker.&lt;br /&gt;Me........ well, like I said, I am keeping busy with summer school and being a mom. That pretty much sums up my life. But I wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much else to say.............. We are staying busy. Trying to stay sane. And I am loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from various activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhurpt9I/AAAAAAAABSU/F0mNZUaY-Ng/s1600-h/birthday+stuff+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhurpt9I/AAAAAAAABSU/F0mNZUaY-Ng/s320/birthday+stuff+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345035564853344210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and Hunter watching "Little Einsteins". Not sure what Olivia is driving and Chloe definitely has the "just woke up" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhbVpUZI/AAAAAAAABSM/PQutVrgjOWM/s1600-h/birthday+stuff+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhbVpUZI/AAAAAAAABSM/PQutVrgjOWM/s320/birthday+stuff+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345035559660769682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Hunter at Riverfront Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhCxvwII/AAAAAAAABSE/dIwjh3wijRk/s1600-h/birthday+stuff+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhCxvwII/AAAAAAAABSE/dIwjh3wijRk/s320/birthday+stuff+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345035553067745410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter came to school with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1f5uMWr7I/AAAAAAAABR8/A6iukdHHaJk/s1600-h/ranger+and+water+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1f5uMWr7I/AAAAAAAABR8/A6iukdHHaJk/s320/ranger+and+water+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345033778015678386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter's first ride in the Ranger. He LOVED it. And don't worry, it was a smooth trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1f5SdNBUI/AAAAAAAABR0/7PSVQNrezCQ/s1600-h/boating+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1f5SdNBUI/AAAAAAAABR0/7PSVQNrezCQ/s320/boating+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345033770570155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and I relaxing on an island. We went boating this day. Hunter hated wearing the life vest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2754601321275268575?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2754601321275268575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2754601321275268575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2754601321275268575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2754601321275268575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Si1hhurpt9I/AAAAAAAABSU/F0mNZUaY-Ng/s72-c/birthday+stuff+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7643519871225871686</id><published>2009-04-15T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:44:06.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybodys Got  "Stuff"</title><content type='html'>The more I live, the more I learn. A few years ago I thought that my problems were nothing compared to what some people go through. I would sweep my woes and worries under the rug so to speak, because "there are people out there who have way worse problems than I do" ......... But after the last few years of soul searching, I know that "we all got stuff"........... My woes and worries are just as important to me as yours are to you. You never know what other people are going through. One's woes are not to be belittled by anyone. They are valid feelings that need to be discussed with someone. Talk about your "stuff" or you will stress yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel like there is "no one who will understand" you know what, they may not, but I bet they will listen and that itself will help you feel better. We all have stuff to deal with. How we deal with it is the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me,  been there, done that, have the therapy bill to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those of you -- family and friends -- who provide me with a place to talk about my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7643519871225871686?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7643519871225871686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7643519871225871686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7643519871225871686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7643519871225871686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/04/everybodys-got-stuff.html' title='Everybodys Got  &quot;Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3907491614359021795</id><published>2009-04-02T05:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:33:52.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin up with the Jones'</title><content type='html'>I just realized it has been over 2 weeks since my last post...........My bad. No excuses, just living life and keepin on keepin on................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is still in a holding pattern of the 2 bottom teeth, but we are sure his top teeth are right around the corner. He chews on everything and anything he can grab (hair, necklaces, shirt collars, etc.). He is eating baby food, Stage 2, every day, 3 times a day with bottles in between and at night and in the morning. I look forward to the bedtime bottles, cause that is when I really get to bond and just watch him as he falls off to sleep. He must think that Huggies is donating diapers to us, cause the boy uses way too many of them.............. for "nuggets" if you know what I mean!! I have learned to be resourceful yet keep him clean and dry. He is no longer to be anywhere that has any height to it unless he is strapped in and watched. He is way to squirmy and rolls over ALL the time! He is a maniac. He is full of energy and still has the Hunter smile we all know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry hates......okay, severly detests his job. Because of our stellar economy, about 75% of the company has been let go, which means that one person may have to do 2 other peoples jobs, like Jerry is. I don't understand b/c he cannot effectively do all the jobs at the same time. He comes home very frustrated. We would love for him to get a new job, but again, this stoopid economy has us all being thankful for what we have and scared to look for something else. But what I want to know, is the stress worth it all? Life is too short to be stressed all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls........... we got them again after Spring Break, and they were still talking about their week here. We get them this weekend and are celebrating Olivia's 7th Birthday on Sunday, here at the house. We have invited my family, Jerry's family, and of course, Katie and Kenzie. We decided we couldn't do a big ol' kid party this year and Olivia is excited to have any kind of celebration. I am sure they will do something on Saturday for her birthday as well. I am looking forward to seeing them as always. They will probably notice that I have cleaned and organized things around here. They usually notice....... especially Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.............. um, yeah...... I am staying busy with Hunter, school, afterschool, Hunter, the house. I stay tired. I try to get to bed early, but my mind keeps turning and I cant actually fall asleep. I have been on a rampage this week. My sitter couldn't keep Hunter on Monday, so I moved Hunter from room to room and cleaned. I told Jerry to watch out --- some of his stuff might end up on Craigslist or EbaY!!!! Jerry and I have started eating better and doing more activities. I have been at it for a week and a half and feel better already. I have way too many clothes waiting on me that I can't yet fit back in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all for now..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3907491614359021795?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3907491614359021795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3907491614359021795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3907491614359021795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3907491614359021795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-realized-it-has-been-over-2.html' title='Keepin up with the Jones&apos;'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-698499728721794383</id><published>2009-03-19T18:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:17:21.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma needs a vacay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to the realization that my body is not cut out to be a stay at home mom to 3 children under the age of 7. After two and half days with Olivia, Chloe, and Hunter ALL day, each day, I am completely and totally worn out!! Don't get me wrong, they are full of funny sayings and fun times, but they do require alot of attention. I have laughed, I have cried, and I have screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my mother now more than ever!!! 3 days with 3 kids........about the same amount of age difference as my sisters and I...........I don't see how my mom did it. Bless you Momma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time this week............we had a picnic at the park with Aunt Bette and her nieces,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzTSY0DI/AAAAAAAABRA/VHudirHSj9A/s1600-h/girls+on+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058781717581874" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzTSY0DI/AAAAAAAABRA/VHudirHSj9A/s320/girls+on+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tredged to Goodwill to show the girls how to bargain shop, and then I single-handedly took my 3 childrens to Walmart. Was I stoopid or what??? Completely exhausted is more like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhz1BOIkI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cSfmGJKaXxA/s1600-h/pics+in+the+park+spring+break+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058790772384322" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhz1BOIkI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cSfmGJKaXxA/s320/pics+in+the+park+spring+break+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to the public library for story time with Aunt Bette and her nieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, the kids and I went to the Riverfront park so that Mrs. Sandra could take some pictures of the kids for me. As a reward for their posing, we let the girls play and Aunt Bette met us there with her girls to play for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzS15v6I/AAAAAAAABQ4/NEpNX0M4CJs/s1600-h/all+4+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058781598105506" style="width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzS15v6I/AAAAAAAABQ4/NEpNX0M4CJs/s320/all+4+cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe, Olivia, Katie, and Kenzie.....fast friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then time to come home and rest before going to Team Kids with Aunt Bette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the pictures we took at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhz9KrZhI/AAAAAAAABRI/LQRKAPik0PM/s1600-h/pics+in+the+park+spring+break+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058792959534610" style="width: 314px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhz9KrZhI/AAAAAAAABRI/LQRKAPik0PM/s320/pics+in+the+park+spring+break+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzPqV-cI/AAAAAAAABQw/IxtrZbrqrew/s1600-h/all+three+spotlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058780744317378" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzPqV-cI/AAAAAAAABQw/IxtrZbrqrew/s320/all+three+spotlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I realized is that I am getting old.............I have vericose veins. I am having to watch shows like Handy Manny, Little Einsteins, and such. Chloe serenaded me with the many theme songs to each show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter went the doctor for his 6 month checkup. He weighs 16 lbs. and is very healthy. The appt went well. I am hoping his 3 shots don't keep us up all nite!!!&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;Ready for a break because of Spring Break............ Momma Puddle. &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/8169630657551600466-698499728721794383?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/698499728721794383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=698499728721794383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/698499728721794383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/698499728721794383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-come-to-realization-that-my-body.html' title='Momma needs a vacay!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ScLhzTSY0DI/AAAAAAAABRA/VHudirHSj9A/s72-c/girls+on+slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3583599896001550978</id><published>2009-03-13T05:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:35:56.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Birdy</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, Thursday, I was bebopping down Airport Rd., on my way to the babysitters, minding my own business, when all of the sudden &lt;strong&gt;BAM...........&lt;/strong&gt; Rockin' Robin flies out of nowhere and smacks into the grill of the magic minivan!!! I jumped and yelled (probably something not very nice) and looked in the rear view mirror to see if Robin was flopping in the road. She wasn't so I assumed that the dang bird was smacked against the grill of the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "Self, I bet that Rockin Robin is stillstuck in your grill. When you get to the sitters, check it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continue on my way, anxious to see what Rockin Robin has done to the grill of the minivan .......When &lt;strong&gt;H E L L O &lt;/strong&gt;--- Robin flies OUT of the grill and right past me, causing me to jump again and yell something. I am glad the sitter was in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Rockin Robin was simply tired from all that flying and wanted to hitch aride 5 miles down the road!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter update.............. He got his second tooth Wednesday. He has handled them pretty well. We have had to give him little Tylenol or Orajel. He is still a drooling mess!!! And loves rubbing his tongue on his new teeth!!&lt;br /&gt;He is also rolling over like crazy. Before I know it, he will be driving, going to prom, and be a junior in high school. I am savering every moment with him, Because it won't be like this for long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3583599896001550978?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3583599896001550978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3583599896001550978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3583599896001550978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3583599896001550978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-birdy.html' title='A little Birdy'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4886656753504696699</id><published>2009-03-09T05:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:01:55.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's First Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbT2IF_lagI/AAAAAAAABQo/fGYpOcikogA/s1600-h/hunter"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311140479484914178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbT2IF_lagI/AAAAAAAABQo/fGYpOcikogA/s320/hunter%27s+first+tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While outside doing yard work yesterday, I happened to look over and notice that Hunter's tooth had finally broke through. You can barely see it in this picture, but trust me, it is through the gum now!! We were all very excited........ Me, Jerry, Hunter, and Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter called his Grandma and Grandpa and told them, as well as sending this picture to family and friends. Mom said I was Hunter's age when I got my first tooth.......... 5 and 1/2 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4886656753504696699?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4886656753504696699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4886656753504696699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4886656753504696699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4886656753504696699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunters-first-tooth.html' title='Hunter&apos;s First Tooth'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbT2IF_lagI/AAAAAAAABQo/fGYpOcikogA/s72-c/hunter%27s+first+tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7751603153890873954</id><published>2009-03-07T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:21:59.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory and Memories</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you are losing your ever-lovin' mind? That is how I feel lately. If I don't write something down AND put it some place I will SEE it, I forget. My world is a series of Post - it notes!! I have always been scatter-brained, but this is getting ridiculous. Thank Heavens I haven't forgotten something really important, like Hunter. I am getting old I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKJDooRn-I/AAAAAAAABQY/VXwUXG6h4Uk/s1600-h/jumprope+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310457606162194402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKJDooRn-I/AAAAAAAABQY/VXwUXG6h4Uk/s320/jumprope+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was taking a shower, this was Jerry entertaining Hunter............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I can remember, Here are some highlights the past week................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we had a snow day. I don't know why. I didn't see anything. I know it was cold and windy on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKJD3sswsI/AAAAAAAABQg/6Rc96rhwWsk/s1600-h/Hunter+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310457610207281858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKJD3sswsI/AAAAAAAABQg/6Rc96rhwWsk/s320/Hunter+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this on Monday while Hunter was laying on the bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening, Jerry and I went and picked up Girl Scout cookies and went to his Dad's to sort them out with Scott and Becky. It was a late night and Hunter was not on his schedule, so needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;By Tuesday afternoon I was struggling to stay awake and had to go to Knoxville for a doctor appt. The 32oz of Diet Coke didn't even help me. I got home, fed Hunter, and we were all asleep by 8:45!! Wednesday I had stinkin bus duty and then afterschool, so I was really worn out by the time we got home. Again, I fed Hunter and I believe we were all in bed by 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was even busier and even though we had been to bed early, Hunter was still getting up in the middle of the nite and eating. I wasn't getting good, solid sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry got the girls yesterday for our weekend. When I got home from school and Walmart, we moved the truck and brought out the jump ropes. We had fun teaching the girls the right time to jump. Jerry and I both jumped and I am definitely feeling the affects of it this morning. I had way too many things moving on my body that really needed to stay put!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKIn8MjfDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/50vOIin-EiA/s1600-h/jumprope+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310457130378296370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKIn8MjfDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/50vOIin-EiA/s320/jumprope+007.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKInV2D3bI/AAAAAAAABQI/tI48GPdl3XI/s1600-h/jumprope+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310457120083402162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKInV2D3bI/AAAAAAAABQI/tI48GPdl3XI/s320/jumprope+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jumproping and eating dinner, I put Hunter on the floor. He has been struggling to roll over from his back to his belly. He finally did it last nite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKIms_3UqI/AAAAAAAABP4/5bDksEFhxO0/s1600-h/jumprope+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310457109118669474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKIms_3UqI/AAAAAAAABP4/5bDksEFhxO0/s320/jumprope+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost there...........................&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/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKInC3jSrI/AAAAAAAABQA/R1FNVA5fPEg/s1600-h/jumprope+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310457114989382322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKInC3jSrI/AAAAAAAABQA/R1FNVA5fPEg/s320/jumprope+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A successful rollover............ check out the drool beads.&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;Check out my link for PeasInOurPod............. Arissa had a busy week. She also had some art in an artshow at a local museum. I hate that I missed the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to a wedding today with Hunter and Aunt Bette. A very sweet former student, whom I took under my wing after her mother passed away, is getting married. I would not miss Cassie's wedding for the world. She has already called me this morning to make sure I was still coming and to tell me to come see her before she walks down the aisle. I am sure I am going to cry. I do hate that I am going to miss a family function this afternoon because of the wedding, but I know they understand. They know how close I am to Cassie. I love them for that understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7751603153890873954?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7751603153890873954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7751603153890873954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7751603153890873954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7751603153890873954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/memory-and-memories.html' title='Memory and Memories'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SbKJDooRn-I/AAAAAAAABQY/VXwUXG6h4Uk/s72-c/jumprope+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2164265408766740654</id><published>2009-03-02T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:44:23.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmmmm.............Yeah</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to say. Just the same ol', same ol' going on around here. Work, afterschool, home, Hunter, random days off............ you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;For a Hunter update............. my boy is growing so fast. He is appearing to get on a schedule, both eating and sleeping. He has successfully passed through his veggies with no allergies and is making his way through the fruits. He does not like squash and peaches so far. He loves him some green beans, peas, carrots, sweet potatoes, bananas, and pears. I can hear him saying........ Num Nummy!!!!!  He eats baby food and a bottle at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He lets me know when it is 6:00, cause that boy is ready to eat!!! We chill and bond with Jerry for a while longer, then it is bed time, around 7:30. He is doing so much better at sleeping through the night. I am so thankful for that!!  It makes life so much better being on a schedule and having more consistent sleep. He is still such a happy little guy, 98% of the time. That other 2% is due to apparent teething and really isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is all I know for now. Taking life day by day, enjoying Hunter and all he has to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2164265408766740654?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2164265408766740654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2164265408766740654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2164265408766740654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2164265408766740654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummmmmmyeah.html' title='Ummmmmm.............Yeah'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3796764901353413431</id><published>2009-02-19T07:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:33:16.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's see, since my last post I have been very busy. No more snow days have been given, so that means I am exhausted by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day was a great day for Jerry and I. We took Hunter to his Aunt Bette's and went riding in the Ranger. We went exploring in Morgan County to places we had only heard about. We were able to find a few places that the girls will enjoy going and possibly camping this summer. We took a break and Jerry taught me how to shoot his gun. I kinda enjoyed it in a freaky kind of way. This was the first time in a very long time that he and I had been riding, alone, and me not pregnant. I have missed it more than I realized. I feel that Jerry and I got closer that day. And I am so thankful that Aunt Bette and Uncle Bill watched Hunter so that we could have that time alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9THjZ6iwI/AAAAAAAABO4/E-dzN1SKBG0/s1600-h/valentines+riding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050275293858562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9THjZ6iwI/AAAAAAAABO4/E-dzN1SKBG0/s320/valentines+riding+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A self portrait somewhere in the woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9THx9vdZI/AAAAAAAABPA/Cry4Wq5Yp5Q/s1600-h/valentines+riding+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050279202223506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9THx9vdZI/AAAAAAAABPA/Cry4Wq5Yp5Q/s320/valentines+riding+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am standing in front the water at Potter's Falls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9TIBqb0dI/AAAAAAAABPI/DvUh-ND011o/s1600-h/valentines+riding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305050283416211922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9TIBqb0dI/AAAAAAAABPI/DvUh-ND011o/s320/valentines+riding+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry climbing under a rock. Such talent he has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went to Jerry's Dads for the afternoon. We had a great time with Uncle Scott and Aunt Becky. Papaw made us dinner and then finally held Hunter for the first time. It was a very big deal. He wouldn't hold Hunter until he was holding his head good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9VPfiM4GI/AAAAAAAABPQ/0NhQ7bWC4II/s1600-h/papaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305052610717081698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9VPfiM4GI/AAAAAAAABPQ/0NhQ7bWC4II/s320/papaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Generations...........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday I was off for President's Day. I decided to take Hunter and get his pictures made. He did so good and we got some really good shots. Some of the ones on here are ones that they tweaked to what we wanted. These are the original shots. I plan on tweaking them with my Kodak software and ordering some more prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LMJqDfxI/AAAAAAAABOo/KlJ6TnEsRI8/s1600-h/s41395ta107146_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304478608235134738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LMJqDfxI/AAAAAAAABOo/KlJ6TnEsRI8/s320/s41395ta107146_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big boy laying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LMVh67II/AAAAAAAABOw/MwWwGJz2nIc/s1600-h/s41395ta107146_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304478611422243970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LMVh67II/AAAAAAAABOw/MwWwGJz2nIc/s320/s41395ta107146_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my faves.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LLyHzNFI/AAAAAAAABOg/IXZ8BiHMr1A/s1600-h/legscrppoed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304478601917445202" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LLyHzNFI/AAAAAAAABOg/IXZ8BiHMr1A/s320/legscrppoed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how big he looks.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LLt3iQ8I/AAAAAAAABOY/69yZILRcgBo/s1600-h/croppedmeandhunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304478600775484354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ1LLt3iQ8I/AAAAAAAABOY/69yZILRcgBo/s320/croppedmeandhunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My handsome guy............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a busy week. Jerry's birthday was Tuesday so after work, we went to Hooter's. Hunter loved and those waitresses loved him. I had never been there, so I was in for a treat. I can say that I now LOVE their wings........... the mild ones............. not the 911 ones that Jerry got that you could smell and it burnt your nose hairs. When we got home, I gave Jerry his special dessert I had made............... homemade blackberry cobbler. Lana had given me the blackberries and the recipe. It is very easy and tasty. We had a really nice evening and Hunter slept most of the way through the nite, getting up only once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was going great until about 2:30 when they called for a Tornado drill. Little did we know that it was NOT a drill. We were under a tornado warning and everyone was sent to the hallways. The Lord was watching out for our school and community as nothing was harmed. I did hear that their was rotation all around us. Jerry was keeping in contact with me and I was busy keeping in contact with the babysitter. She had taken Hunter and the other little boy she keeps, Sawyer, up to a relatives basement. I was wanting to get to Hunter as soon as they let us go. We were released about 3:30, which was when school normally dismisses. It was a weird afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was very long. We had stupid, dumb, parent teacher conferences after school until 6:30. I did go get Hunter during my last class and one of my students watched him in my room for me. I was beyond ready to come home. When we got home, Jerry had cooked dinner for us. Thank goodness or we were gonna starve. I wasn't cooking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday, it is actually the nite. The girls are here for the weekend. They have been fed and bathed. We have made cookies, done dishes, and snuggled. Hunter is asleep and I am not far behind him. We have something to do for Uncle Scott tomorrow and on Sunday, we are going to Mom and Dad's to celebrate Jerry's birthday. So yet another busy weekend. &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/8169630657551600466-3796764901353413431?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3796764901353413431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3796764901353413431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3796764901353413431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3796764901353413431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SZ9THjZ6iwI/AAAAAAAABO4/E-dzN1SKBG0/s72-c/valentines+riding+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4870244113226352461</id><published>2009-02-08T16:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:27:39.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Work Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still lovin the Magic Minivan : ) -- so are Jerry and the girls. It is so easy to get the kids in and out of it. I still crack up at Jerry driving it while playing the "steering wheel" guitar and drums as he listens to the HairNation station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday we got the girls from their mom for the day/night. They hadn't seen the van and were very excited when we pulled up. Chloe jumped out of her mom's car and ran to give me a hug, grinning from ear, asking, "Did you get one with a set in the back?" My answer was yes. Then she asked, "Can we ride in it?".............. She cracks me up!! They spent the time on the drive home exploring the cupholder situation in the back among other features they had discovered. We got home, changed clothes, and were off to Aunt Bette at the park. The weather was nice and everyone had a good time. Little did we realize the weather was getting ready to completely change..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning brought cool temps and as I was taking Hunter to the sitter's house, it began to snow. I had dropped him off and was ON MY WAY to school when the call came.......... "No School in Morgan County". I went into school and did a few things and was then on my way back to the sitter's to get Hunter. It had really began to snow harder and was becoming very pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9VjuIrQOI/AAAAAAAABNw/fYPno_3M4c8/s1600-h/jerry+and+snow+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300549358606565602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9VjuIrQOI/AAAAAAAABNw/fYPno_3M4c8/s320/jerry+and+snow+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken on the last curve before the sitter's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9Vj99i7kI/AAAAAAAABN4/PvaUGVAYSiA/s1600-h/jerry+and+snow+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300549362854850114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9Vj99i7kI/AAAAAAAABN4/PvaUGVAYSiA/s320/jerry+and+snow+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sitter took a picture of Hunter and me on her porch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter and I came home, carefully, as the roads were beginning to get slick. We snuggled in the bed and watched the news report that many area schools were dismissing early b/c of the weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was a snow day. I had plans to go shopping with a friend of mine after school, so we were able to make a noon trip to Knoxville. I was also able to meet my friend, Kristy, to get this Rainforest Jump-a-saucer thingy from her. Hunter loves this contraption. He bounces and talks and drools and jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9VkaKgFKI/AAAAAAAABOA/cOGCI6s19ck/s1600-h/snow+and+toys+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300549370425382050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9VkaKgFKI/AAAAAAAABOA/cOGCI6s19ck/s320/snow+and+toys+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite faces from my boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is my desktop background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow continued again on Wednesday and gave us another snow day. I was able to take Hunter outside to get a few pictures of him "in" the snow. He didn't seem to be bothered by the cold much. Could it have been his Blue Camo blankie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9Vlsd-RqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/J4KoyYgzVXc/s1600-h/snow+and+toys+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300549392518760098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9Vlsd-RqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/J4KoyYgzVXc/s320/snow+and+toys+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter has begun the Baby Food voyage................ We try one food every 5 days. This is to make sure if he has an allergic reaction to a food, we will know which one it is. He has made it through green beans, Loved some peas, and as of last nite, we moved to carrots. Dr. James told us to try the green veggies, then orange, then yellow, then fruits, then meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9Vk_WknUI/AAAAAAAABOI/RnSTvju6pyU/s1600-h/snow+and+toys+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300549380408122690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9Vk_WknUI/AAAAAAAABOI/RnSTvju6pyU/s320/snow+and+toys+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a big boy in his high chair and it is so easy to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday we got our last snow day of the week. I took advantage of it by cleaning the house and bonding with Hunter. I also had time to make the most awesome pork tenderloin and new potatoes for dinner. Jerry loved it too and I was just impressed something that looked that weird in the package could be so good. (Imagine tube of meat in plastic) I want to give a special shout out to Aunt Bette for telling me about it. I am definitely buying it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dang it, Friday we had to go back to school. It was kinda nice to get out of the house and be with someone that could talk back. I had a nice day and was sooooo exhausted when the day was done. After school, I got Hunter and we went to meet Uncle Tebie to get Isaiah and Arissa for the weekend for another riding trip to Windrock. Jerry had already gotten the girls and they were waiting on us when we got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all got up early yesterday morning and headed out. I was hoping they would have a good day. The weather was gorgeous and the temps were pleasant. And the good news is, they didn't get stuck this time and were home before 6:00 last nite. &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/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9UKD_RxII/AAAAAAAABNo/EY_a7QipVlw/s1600-h/IMG00049-20090207-1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300547818284500098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9UKD_RxII/AAAAAAAABNo/EY_a7QipVlw/s320/IMG00049-20090207-1513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids on Panther Rock.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like I am going to have a 5 day work week. I should be exhausted by Tuesday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!!!!!!!!!!!&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/8169630657551600466-4870244113226352461?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4870244113226352461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4870244113226352461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4870244113226352461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4870244113226352461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day-work-week.html' title='One Day Work Week'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SY9VjuIrQOI/AAAAAAAABNw/fYPno_3M4c8/s72-c/jerry+and+snow+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-6321938269247057973</id><published>2009-02-01T06:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:49:26.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stow n Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUhQMtMnI/AAAAAAAABNg/W5lf5mqMiDE/s1600-h/new+car+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297803835676111474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUhQMtMnI/AAAAAAAABNg/W5lf5mqMiDE/s320/new+car+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I am now the proud owner of a 2007 Town and Country minivan. I love it and I have only had it for one day. Going from the Kia to the T&amp;amp;C is like going from an apartment to a house!! We have so much more room now.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I got up early yesterday morning, took Hunter to his Aunt Lana's, and were on our way to one dealership for an appointment at 9:00. We knew what our price range was and what we wanted, etc. We test drove a 2007 T&amp;amp;C that was gold. I liked it, but I wasn't truly feeling the love. They could get us the payments we wanted, but we felt the need to go to another dealership and explore our options. I am soooo glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the second dealership and found the man that had been recommended to us by a friend of mine. Jerry had talked to him on Thursday and this appeared to work in our favor. We told him what we had found at the previous dealership and what amount we could afford..... out the door, taxes and all. He went in and talked to his manager and came out with a set of keys to this van. I immediately fell in love with the color. I already liked it better. We test drove it. I wanted it. I got very excited. Yes, excited over a minivan!!! We talked about it, came back to the dealership and began the paper trail of loans, taxes and titles. It was a very quick process and before we knew it we were cleaning out the Kia and loading it into the T&amp;amp;C. Jerry was nice enough to let me drive MY new car!!!  Our next stop was Mom and Daddy's to show them the purchase. We got a bonus seeing Anne and Isaiah........... they had been eating lunch with Mom when we bought the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUhMVnhuI/AAAAAAAABNY/1B7jimaZ0GM/s1600-h/new+car+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297803834639746786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUhMVnhuI/AAAAAAAABNY/1B7jimaZ0GM/s320/new+car+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am as Showroom Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUg9WTIoI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2zHYr2DzZkM/s1600-h/new+car+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297803830616072834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUg9WTIoI/AAAAAAAABNQ/2zHYr2DzZkM/s320/new+car+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry, Anne, and Isaiah piled in the back for a trip around the 'hood.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Anne's purse wasn't stolen while we were on our 'field trip'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWPk3QUmOI/AAAAAAAABNA/_G13keDYU0k/s1600-h/new+car+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297798400141727970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWPk3QUmOI/AAAAAAAABNA/_G13keDYU0k/s320/new+car+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Funny Pants -- Isaiah -- Relaxing in the back of the van, resting his head on a set of jumper cables and a bag of stuff from the KIA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being at Mom and Dad's it was time to go get Hunter from his Aunt Lana's. He had a wonderful day being spoiled by all the Fosters, singing with Uncle Bryan and the guitar, and just being cute for Megan and Clint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting the girls later this morning for the day and night. (Their mom has plans that don't include them. So we gladly take them.) They are going to be sooooo excited about the van. It will be fun to see their reaction. We are curious to see where they want to sit in the van.....together -- next to Hunter....... that is until we hear them fighting, then we get to put them in different places in the van. That will be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would need a minivan, but here i am .............. in a family of 5!!!! And loving every minute of it. I have been told quite a few times this week.................. Never say never!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week and pray for snow days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-6321938269247057973?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6321938269247057973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=6321938269247057973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6321938269247057973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6321938269247057973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/02/stow-n-go.html' title='Stow n Go'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SYWUhQMtMnI/AAAAAAAABNg/W5lf5mqMiDE/s72-c/new+car+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-9133838851800265353</id><published>2009-01-25T10:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:25:26.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, snow, water, and fire</title><content type='html'>First of all ---- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week went pretty well you could say. I only worked one day.................... yes, one day. That would be Friday. The week before, January 15th and 16th, we were out of school b/c of the severe coldness. This week, we were out because it snowed!!! Not very much, but enough to hamper buses from running safely Monday through Wednesday. Thursday I was planning to be off because I didn't have a sitter, then they ended closing just our school due to a water main break and the school didn't have water!! I didn't have to take a sick day!! Yippeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my time off, I was able to spend quality time with Hunter!! We did manage to run errands each day to get us both out of the house. I got my car back on Wednesday, finally. And made the decision to begin looking for a bigger car............ a minivan most likely!! Now those of you that know me, are probably laughing hysterically. Carol in a minivan????? I know I NEVER thought I would even need one, but here I am, with a family........kids that require booster seats and a car seat. I am actually excited about this part of my life and getting a bigger car. I am sure I will post pics when I make my lovely purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day, sort of? We started burning the infamous pine tree that fell in the backyard back in December ( I think). Everyone worked really hard. Jerry sawed up the tree, Isaiah lugged a gagillion pieces of wood to the fire, Arissa helped watch Hunter so I could go outside and help as well as putting wood in the fire, and well, Olivia and Chloe did whatever we wanted and they wanted to do, even whine that it was no fun. This was until it came time to roast wienies and marsh mallows. Then it was fun for all!! We still feel like we have campfire up our noses and I am sore in place that shouldn't be sore. Jerry is VERY sore. Some of those pieces of wood probably weighed a good 150 lbs. I am thankful he did what he did yesterday, and every day. The yard is looking better and better. Here are some pics from the FUN day of burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXyP1lkfksI/AAAAAAAABMs/s-CJvjcZZgs/s1600-h/firefirefire+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295265412661875394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXyP1lkfksI/AAAAAAAABMs/s-CJvjcZZgs/s320/firefirefire+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry sawing, Children watching and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXyQ1Ee4KgI/AAAAAAAABM0/Eoknifvo_WI/s1600-h/firefirefire+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295266503291578882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXyQ1Ee4KgI/AAAAAAAABM0/Eoknifvo_WI/s320/firefirefire+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, smokey kiddos ( Olivia was napping during the taking of these pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that pray.......I have a few friends going through some rough spots in their lives. If you could shoot some well wishes their way, I would appreciate. They have been there for me and I want to do everything possible to help them. Thank you bunches!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-9133838851800265353?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/9133838851800265353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=9133838851800265353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9133838851800265353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9133838851800265353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-snow-water-and-fire.html' title='Cold, snow, water, and fire'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXyP1lkfksI/AAAAAAAABMs/s-CJvjcZZgs/s72-c/firefirefire+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4545702289770753799</id><published>2009-01-17T09:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:52:40.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue</title><content type='html'>Patience has NEVER been a strong suite of mine....... NEVER!!! As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted things done "yesterday". I have gotten slightly better, but just a hair. Having a child does that to you I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my patience has paid off................ After struggling with the idea that I was going to have to come up with X amount of dollars for a deductible to get my car out (which by the way is back at the shop due to a messed up compressor) , I was told it had been waived!!! Relief and stress left my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same concept with the rental company............ the guy called my insurance and got them to cover $9 more a day towards my rental, saving me money. A little more stress was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, State Farm called to see how things were going and asked a few questions. They also told me that the owner of the car (not the chick that was driving it) did not have insurance as well. I was stunned to realize that there are people that drive without insurance or a valid drivers license. Because "it will never happen to me"............ um, whooopes...... they are in for it now. State Farm will go after them and attempt to get the funds they are owed. Meanwhile, I was offered a small settlement and gladly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point to sharing all this is that I was actually patient for once in my life and let others do the work for me. It paid off. I feel better knowing that this fiasco of a wreck is almost over. I hope that girl has learned a lesson, unfortunately, she learned it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a colder note, it has hit very cold temperatures here and not thinking ahead........... I didn't leave water trickling and now have frozen pipes in the kitchen and my bathroom. I am anxiously awaiting the temperature to get above freezing today so that the water will flow oh so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about the severe cold............. I got 2 "snow days". Two days with Hunter. yipeeeeeee. Here is a pic of him "watching t.v." like his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXHwTpLZ1gI/AAAAAAAABMY/u2xM3mxfGyQ/s1600-h/0115091401a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292275257398908418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXHwTpLZ1gI/AAAAAAAABMY/u2xM3mxfGyQ/s320/0115091401a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm and thawed..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4545702289770753799?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4545702289770753799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4545702289770753799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4545702289770753799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4545702289770753799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/01/patience-has-never-been-strong-suite-of.html' title='Patience is a virtue'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SXHwTpLZ1gI/AAAAAAAABMY/u2xM3mxfGyQ/s72-c/0115091401a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4883057035305634749</id><published>2009-01-08T20:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:11:23.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I had a bad 2 days</title><content type='html'>Using a wonderful adjective from Anne, I would like to say that this week has pretty much been CRAPTASTIC!!! Why you may ask. If you don't ask why, then stop reading because I am going to elaborate on my week, if I can remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;Monday...... well, I had to go back to work/school after 2 weeks of being with Hunter all the time. Lucky for me and him, it was only a half day and I had him in my arms by 11:30. We were then off to my thyroid doctor, Dr. Moffitt. I had to get an ultrasound of my thyroid to recheck a nodule. I was done early with that and was going to have to wait quite a while for my appt. with Dr. Moffitt himself. Luckily, they were able to fit me in. I was in and out 30 minutes before my scheduled appt. time. Unluckily (making up a word here), the nodule has gotten a little bigger and he wanted to perform a biopsy of it. I was not quite sure what this procedure would entail, but he could do it right then and in the office. The biopsy involved a skinny needle being stuck in my neck reaching the nodule and aspirating fluid from it. This was done a total of 3 times. Those of you that know my wimpiness, know I must have been freaking out. NO not at all. I didn't have time to be nervous. It was a weird feeling having it done, but didn't really hurt. I guess having a baby toughened me up a little. I haven't gotten the results back but I am not worried. The worst thing that happens is that I have my thyroid removed and I know a few people that have had it done. It is a relatively simple procedure. I like that Dr. Moffitt is proactive. My thyroid level was very elevated and I have gained weight (more than one should in a short amount of time) so we are hoping that increasing my dosage will help things out. I go back in 8 weeks. I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.........oh Tuesday. It began with the skies opening up and making us all wonder if we needed to build an ark. I had gotten mud on my pants while taking Hunter into the sitters. I get to school and get my school bag out of the floor board of the rental and it is soaking wet. There was a puddle of water from an apparent backup in one of the vents on the passenger side. I made a call to the rental place and let them know what was going on. They said I could trade it in for another that afternoon. I got something else on my pants and had to have someone bring me another pair. Meanwhile it is still pouring rain which meant my kitchen roof was leaking. I had been on the phone with the insurance company discussing my recent fender bender with the ..... now we know........... 19 year old, cell phone yapping, not her car, no insurance, and a revoked license chick. I have to shell out all the deductibles, etc. BEFORE my insurance goes after her. I am seriously thinking of calling Fox and Farmer and sueing her........... They don't get paid until I get paid : )&lt;br /&gt;After switching out rental cars, Mom and I went to BabysRUs and then to get the 2nd crown. This one took a little bit longer and kind of hurt but it is done now. Oh yeah, insurance isn't going to cover all that so there is some more money I have to come up with. As my friend Yvette and I say, "Let me crap that one out".&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Today have been better. I don't recall anything really bad going on. Or even semi bad for that matter. And you know as all of those events were unraveling, I am thinking --- there are people out there that have it alot worse than me. I managed to find humor in as much of it as I could to keep from crying.&lt;br /&gt;I kept making myself remember.................I am blessed to have a wonderful son whom I absolutely adore and when he looks at me, all my worries go away. I have an awesome boyfriend who loves me for me and is an incredible dad to Hunter and his sisters. I have a family that will move mountains for me. I have a roof over my head, although that roof leaks.&lt;br /&gt;I think that most of America has been affected by our less than stellar economy, not just me. I keep reminding myself that and when I forget, Jerry is my voice of reason and refuses to let me dwell on things I cannot change. That is one of the qualities I love about him. We all have our troubles and worries, even him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when life gets you down, its only one day. There is always tomorrow, although it may suck too. Just keep plugging along.&lt;br /&gt;Remember......................"That whichdoes not kill us, makes us stronger. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4883057035305634749?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4883057035305634749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4883057035305634749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4883057035305634749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4883057035305634749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-had-bad-2-days.html' title='So I had a bad 2 days'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1111534889224421104</id><published>2008-12-30T08:17:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:46:07.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese --It's Christmas through pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoo6QyajKI/AAAAAAAABLk/GFZXzcaOBls/s1600-h/dec2308+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285582094076644514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoo6QyajKI/AAAAAAAABLk/GFZXzcaOBls/s320/dec2308+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this isn't on Christmas, but it is a memorable moment. This is Uncle Bill holding Hunter for the first time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve at the Stratman house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVooYBar-eI/AAAAAAAABLc/2JWGPkypbMA/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285581505835039202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVooYBar-eI/AAAAAAAABLc/2JWGPkypbMA/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all 3 of us are looking at different cameras/people. But at least we are smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoncIVSnAI/AAAAAAAABLU/kWnB62YAuWU/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285580476899302402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoncIVSnAI/AAAAAAAABLU/kWnB62YAuWU/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best picture I got of the grandkids with their Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa. Daddy is wincing in pain I believe. He mumbled something about kneww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVonEAwzoII/AAAAAAAABLM/ULLbexHy_ZM/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285580062550368386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVonEAwzoII/AAAAAAAABLM/ULLbexHy_ZM/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and his meltmyheart smile and giggle. Doesn't he look handsome in his Chaps vest, etc. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVomUpx6WrI/AAAAAAAABLE/PaCQHe27Uak/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285579248927136434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVomUpx6WrI/AAAAAAAABLE/PaCQHe27Uak/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry and I opening our calendars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVolzWpJQHI/AAAAAAAABK8/xdTIutlM1dQ/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285578676854407282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVolzWpJQHI/AAAAAAAABK8/xdTIutlM1dQ/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arissa drew Hunter's name for the cousin gift exchange. She did a wonderful job of getting Hunter this Ocean Wonder Sea Horse. He LOVES it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Morning in Harriman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVolD0kRlFI/AAAAAAAABK0/uDikbAzaO_I/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285577860253324370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVolD0kRlFI/AAAAAAAABK0/uDikbAzaO_I/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter getting ready to open his presents from Santa. &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;strong&gt;Christmas Day at Papaw's with the girls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoiSxNvJ5I/AAAAAAAABKs/rzlgk2dsXcQ/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574818516641682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoiSxNvJ5I/AAAAAAAABKs/rzlgk2dsXcQ/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got them new bikes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoh0StUmDI/AAAAAAAABKk/f0ORn8h7cpk/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285574294931544114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoh0StUmDI/AAAAAAAABKk/f0ORn8h7cpk/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls got Barbie scooters from Uncle Scott and Aunt Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVogfmeBQKI/AAAAAAAABKc/RGxMEq_2N4I/s1600-h/christmas+eve+and+day+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285572839947190434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVogfmeBQKI/AAAAAAAABKc/RGxMEq_2N4I/s320/christmas+eve+and+day+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter and Papaw enjoying talking to each other. Papaw still won't hold Hunter, but he will talk to him all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas!! Hunter made it even more special this year. I am looking forward to next year and the years to follow. I hope everyone had a nice holiday as well. &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/8169630657551600466-1111534889224421104?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1111534889224421104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1111534889224421104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1111534889224421104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1111534889224421104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-cheese-its-christmas-through.html' title='Say Cheese --It&apos;s Christmas through pictures.'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SVoo6QyajKI/AAAAAAAABLk/GFZXzcaOBls/s72-c/dec2308+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4235909149656752817</id><published>2008-12-24T06:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:03:54.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and Sound</title><content type='html'>Monday morning I woke up to Olivia and Hunter throwing up!! All before 6:00. I believe they are both sinus related, but icky all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Maryville for a doctor's appt. I was able to visit 2 good friends I hadn't seen in a very long time and Hunter and I went to lunch with Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and I went to Target to get his new carseat and were headed down Alcoa Hwy to the Target in downtown west.......&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened in a instant...........&lt;br /&gt;Some teenie bopping, cell phone yacking, didn't see me 2 lanes over and decided to merge anyway chick, hit me and Hunter!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are fine. My first thoughts were to check on Hunter as I am cursing, yes cursing at the girl. My front passenger part of my car hit her driver side back end. I remember laying on the horn and seeing that she never looked up the whole time. I saw her coming. I am very sore today.........but we are safe. Thank the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry came and got us. Thank goodness he works right around the corner from where the wreck happened. The police didn't take long and we were on our way to get me a rental car. I ended up going to the ER to have my wrist looked at and it is sprained. Again, I am soooo thankful that we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;Life changes in an instant and we forget that sometimes. I am lucky and thankful that the wreck was no worse than it was. ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas..................... Be Safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4235909149656752817?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4235909149656752817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4235909149656752817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4235909149656752817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4235909149656752817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/12/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe and Sound'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2801335339436702285</id><published>2008-12-19T18:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:52:55.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho -- I'm on Christmas Break : )</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update............. I am super-excited to finally be on Christmas Break!! 2 weeks with Hunter and doing and sleeping when I want to : )   Hunter came to school with me this afternoon and was talking up a storm and smiling at everyone ...... even for the camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwmYpX5kI/AAAAAAAABKU/TrOaV0Cmf70/s1600-h/12131408+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281649899007895106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwmYpX5kI/AAAAAAAABKU/TrOaV0Cmf70/s320/12131408+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I when I gave them their Christmas presents........ new shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwYl_JEOI/AAAAAAAABKM/Fcy5g8WrLTU/s1600-h/school121908+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281649662070690018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwYl_JEOI/AAAAAAAABKM/Fcy5g8WrLTU/s320/school121908+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to his Aunt Lana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwP9bTreI/AAAAAAAABKE/BzIO89ie8E8/s1600-h/school121908+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281649513744018914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwP9bTreI/AAAAAAAABKE/BzIO89ie8E8/s320/school121908+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with his Aunt Bette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwEZdP_dI/AAAAAAAABJ8/a2eDD8yfpH8/s1600-h/school121908+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281649315109928402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwEZdP_dI/AAAAAAAABJ8/a2eDD8yfpH8/s320/school121908+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillin with Aunt Crystal................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2801335339436702285?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2801335339436702285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2801335339436702285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2801335339436702285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2801335339436702285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho-im-on-christmas-break.html' title='Ho Ho Ho -- I&apos;m on Christmas Break : )'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUwwmYpX5kI/AAAAAAAABKU/TrOaV0Cmf70/s72-c/12131408+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8888039140890684797</id><published>2008-12-12T08:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:32:33.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the wind blows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJky5OxTUI/AAAAAAAABJk/s6ShRcMMN8Y/s1600-h/tree+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278892538750651714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJky5OxTUI/AAAAAAAABJk/s6ShRcMMN8Y/s320/tree+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when the wind blows a little too hard and your apparently rotten pine tree cannot handle it anymore!!!!!!!!!! I am standing on my deck at the backside of the house. All I can say is ..................... Thank the Good Lord above! That tree very well could have fallen directly on my bedroom (to your left of this photo). I am VERY fortunate that it did not touch a thing except for the backyard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJl-a-1XmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MeT3vSztD2s/s1600-h/tree+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278893836300803682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJl-a-1XmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MeT3vSztD2s/s320/tree+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It even missed the neighbors shed and the end of my privacy fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJlp1wzaWI/AAAAAAAABJs/opRgxjO7LLM/s1600-h/tree+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278893482712459618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJlp1wzaWI/AAAAAAAABJs/opRgxjO7LLM/s320/tree+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I know how lucky I am. This tree could have wreaked havoc on my already falling apart house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bonus for the day................. we get a snow day today, so Hunter and I are already snuggling, giggling, and cooing at each other. Olivia and Chloe will be here later, so we must enjoy our peace and quiet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm and if anyone wants some pine wood for anything, come on over!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8888039140890684797?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8888039140890684797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8888039140890684797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8888039140890684797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8888039140890684797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-wind-blows.html' title='When the wind blows'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SUJky5OxTUI/AAAAAAAABJk/s6ShRcMMN8Y/s72-c/tree+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4379001057870615634</id><published>2008-12-09T19:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:58:18.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraders</title><content type='html'>I am officially on the countdown to Christmas Break. I cannot wait to spend all that time with Hunter!!! Although I don't cry anymore when I drop him off, I still miss him sooooo much while we are apart. He makes my heart melt. He has this addictive smile and now laughs when you tickle his pits and thighs. He also "talks" and can tell stories for hours......... okay, minutes. He has so many people that love him and smother him with kisses and hugs on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, we went to watch Olivia and Chloe in the Halls Parade. They are in Girl Scouts (Daisies) this year. (side note: Hunter went to stay with his Aunt Bette and Uncle Doug for the evening. It was too cold for him to go out to the parade.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8KfO4ZlaI/AAAAAAAABI8/PKQ5HQZ6ppE/s1600-h/for+other+disk+346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277948819988387234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8KfO4ZlaI/AAAAAAAABI8/PKQ5HQZ6ppE/s320/for+other+disk+346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They meet the Tuesdays that Jerry has them. He has informed me that he is the only Dad there. Someone at school told me that Dad's are called "Doo-Dads".&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story............. we met the girls with their mom to give them their vests then were on our way to watch for them to come down the street. It wasn't our weekend to have them, so as soon as they passed and waved and Olivia threw candy at us, we left to come home.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8K_PTtbAI/AAAAAAAABJE/1oFHf1iF45o/s1600-h/for+other+disk+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277949369858747394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8K_PTtbAI/AAAAAAAABJE/1oFHf1iF45o/s320/for+other+disk+350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it about 20 minutes down the road when we recieved a call from their mom that Chloe was wanting to see Jerry and come home with us. We pulled off the interstate and waited for them. We brought them home for the rest of the weekend here. Of course, they smothered Hunter with so much love this weekend. They are enjoying making him smile and laugh. They are such good big sisters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LJVUf94I/AAAAAAAABJM/uK6S2UBdrqg/s1600-h/for+other+disk+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277949543271364482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LJVUf94I/AAAAAAAABJM/uK6S2UBdrqg/s320/for+other+disk+351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were exhausted from the parade and couldn't keep their eyes open on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LJVUf94I/AAAAAAAABJM/uK6S2UBdrqg/s1600-h/for+other+disk+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I was invited to a wedding shower for one of my former students. I think Hunter was the hit of the afternoon. I had a great time visiting with my former students and reminsing about old times. I needed to laugh like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LUGLqDLI/AAAAAAAABJU/GudMRvw_CBs/s1600-h/for+other+disk+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277949728186305714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LUGLqDLI/AAAAAAAABJU/GudMRvw_CBs/s320/for+other+disk+356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica (the bride to be) , Myself, and Hunter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LeTwzXwI/AAAAAAAABJc/f0NwVZ9gXH0/s1600-h/for+other+disk+359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277949903630458626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LeTwzXwI/AAAAAAAABJc/f0NwVZ9gXH0/s320/for+other+disk+359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big boy with a stuffed animal he got from one of my students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type, there are 8 days until my Break begins!!!!! December 19th can't come soon enough. I am looking forward to the holidays. But first, I have to get through semester tests and Christmas parties.................... arggggghghhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8LJVUf94I/AAAAAAAABJM/uK6S2UBdrqg/s1600-h/for+other+disk+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8169630657551600466-4379001057870615634?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4379001057870615634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4379001057870615634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4379001057870615634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4379001057870615634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/12/paraders.html' title='Paraders'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/ST8KfO4ZlaI/AAAAAAAABI8/PKQ5HQZ6ppE/s72-c/for+other+disk+346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4117486628288859111</id><published>2008-12-02T20:19:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:36:16.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend and the Christmas Tree</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;I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving. I sure did. This year was the best yet. Jerry and I and the kids.......... Olivia, Chloe, and Hunter......... went to my Mom and Dad's to eat "lunch". Before eating, we had to attempt to get a photo for our Christmas card. Yeah, none of the pictures are perfect. You get 2 of the kids looking and smiling at the camera and one is doing something else. It was fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXr20vAAAI/AAAAAAAABIc/3194_axDreA/s1600-h/misc+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275381865635643394" style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXr20vAAAI/AAAAAAAABIc/3194_axDreA/s320/misc+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just one picture we took. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat around, socializing and letting our food digest. Jerry and I took the opportunity to lay with Hunter on the floor and Kathy was able to get some really good arial shots. Thanks Kathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXhJVBRcQI/AAAAAAAABHU/8TvhnrNnWc0/s1600-h/huntermefloor+003black+and+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275370088911958274" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXhJVBRcQI/AAAAAAAABHU/8TvhnrNnWc0/s320/huntermefloor+003black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch it was time to head to Jerry's Dad's for "dinner". His niece Courtney came in from Virginia for the holiday. The girls absolutely adore her and she was excited to meet her newest cousin, Hunter. She was great with him all weekend. We will get to see her again at Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXqi8hHUII/AAAAAAAABIU/BSiAUXLyLQg/s1600-h/jerryshouse+001cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275380424615874690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXqi8hHUII/AAAAAAAABIU/BSiAUXLyLQg/s320/jerryshouse+001cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXqV9l4inI/AAAAAAAABIM/9b9DFXs4syU/s1600-h/hunterrecliner+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275380201566014066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXqV9l4inI/AAAAAAAABIM/9b9DFXs4syU/s320/hunterrecliner+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is my current favorite. I think Hunter looks so darn cute and grown sitting in the recliner at Papaw's. We were watching "Elf" on t.v. All he needs is the remote and a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we got a half day snow day and today we were on a 2 hour delay, so Hunter and I have spent more time together. We snuggled in the bed this afternoon before I got the urge to put up my Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXpiXfnxQI/AAAAAAAABIE/1gDzFt8kIoU/s1600-h/week+of+dec1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275379315165873410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXpiXfnxQI/AAAAAAAABIE/1gDzFt8kIoU/s320/week+of+dec1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little man under the covers in Mommy's bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXonqNHr6I/AAAAAAAABH8/yh0MdYX6LJE/s1600-h/week+of+dec1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275378306576265122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXonqNHr6I/AAAAAAAABH8/yh0MdYX6LJE/s320/week+of+dec1+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I know our self portrait is blurry. I tried. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had gotten a Pre-lit tree on sale last year and was excited to put it up. That tree kicked my butt. It was heavy. I am still not happy with it, but it will have to do for now. I am tired. I am ready for bed. Here are some pics of the tree decorating. .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXoS4pbzhI/AAAAAAAABH0/DXMcCuPOHs8/s1600-h/week+of+dec1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275377949675867666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXoS4pbzhI/AAAAAAAABH0/DXMcCuPOHs8/s320/week+of+dec1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter admiring (staring) at the tree with lights only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXhtC7LH8I/AAAAAAAABHc/gioVHBVRE2Q/s1600-h/week+of+dec1+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275370702529830850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXhtC7LH8I/AAAAAAAABHc/gioVHBVRE2Q/s320/week+of+dec1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorating (watching) a tree is hard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXjKd4Bo7I/AAAAAAAABHk/8VI-b-ThpHk/s1600-h/week+of+dec1+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275372307492217778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXjKd4Bo7I/AAAAAAAABHk/8VI-b-ThpHk/s320/week+of+dec1+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finished product. I think my living room is shrinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace, joy, good tidings and all that jazz........................&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/8169630657551600466-4117486628288859111?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4117486628288859111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4117486628288859111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4117486628288859111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4117486628288859111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-weekend-and-christmas-tree.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend and the Christmas Tree'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/STXr20vAAAI/AAAAAAAABIc/3194_axDreA/s72-c/misc+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7469623038110364427</id><published>2008-11-26T09:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:02:02.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective and Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>How do I feel about this upcoming Holiday season?? BLESSED!!!!! So very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective -------&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my entire family walked (the younger, more in shape crowd, Ran) in the Buddy's Race Against Cancer, a 3.2 mile trek. We have done this for many years now, some missing a year here and there. This year we all walked....... even Hunter. Well, Hunter was in the carrier on the front of me. It was soooooo stinkin cold, but we weren't the only ones cold. As the race began, it felt good, until the first little hill. But it still felt good.............. it felt good to know that my family is generally in good health, that we are free of cancer, and not facing that daily battle. Kathy helped me see that as I wanted to complain about walking. She pointed out that there were people facing uphill battles every second of every day. That is when I found the Perspective I needed. The rest of the race was good. I was completely tired from walking with an 11 pound kid on the front of me, but it was good. I am healthy and cancer free. So it was good. And bonus, I wasn't sore at all from the walk, just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness ----&lt;br /&gt;For the new and old blessings in my life...... especially the 11 pound, eating, sleeping, pooping machine sitting in my lap right now chewing on his fist!! I could not be happier or more thankful to have him in my life. What an unexpected Blessing he is!!!! I cannot imagine my life without him. And he still reminds me at various hours of the night how much of a blessing he is by smiling and cooing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jerry (and the girls)....... Jerry and I are closer than ever and I am embracing and loving every minute of our times spent together. It doesn't matter what we do, we have fun. Our real journey together began in September, our journey as parents to Hunter. As Jerry delivered Hunter and placed him in my arms, an umbreakable bond was formed.&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the special times with the girls as well. They make me smile and cry all in one sentence. They are awesome Big Sisters to Hunter. I look forward to our future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family..... Lordy be, where would I be without my parents and sisters?????? They are such an amazing source of support, laughter, and tears. I was able to share Hunter's birth with them this year and I am thankful for that. It was probably the best moment of this year!!! (At least I think so anyway) My family has seen hard, crazy times, and pulled through. There is no doubt we have challenges ahead of us, but I know we will make it through, together. We always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends ..... Everyone who reads this and even those who don't -- I am thankful for you. I am thankful for friendships that went astray and somehow found their way back to me...... you know who you are...... and for new friendships and old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like I have it all. Those of you that know my story, know that I have come a long way. I feel that way too. As much as that time sucked, I would do it again to find the happiness and joy and contentment I feel with my life today. Yeah, times can get tough, money scarce, tempers flare, and crankiness abounds........but at the end of the day I have more than I deserve to be Thankful for.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who bring that joy to my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SS1khNMMkII/AAAAAAAABHE/-LOnp5ovr9U/s1600-h/1116080738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272981260359995522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SS1khNMMkII/AAAAAAAABHE/-LOnp5ovr9U/s320/1116080738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe, Hunter, and Olivia one random morning.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7469623038110364427?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7469623038110364427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7469623038110364427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7469623038110364427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7469623038110364427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/11/perspective-and-thankfulness.html' title='Perspective and Thankfulness'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SS1khNMMkII/AAAAAAAABHE/-LOnp5ovr9U/s72-c/1116080738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8684072005292577110</id><published>2008-11-14T06:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:12:55.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Boy, Tired Mommy</title><content type='html'>Hunter and I have survived yet another week. We are slowly but surely getting into a routine. If he catnaps at the sitters house, then we are usually in for a pretty good evening. We get home from afterschool..........fyi -- Hunter and I answer the phones in the office 3 afternoons a week for our afterschool program. Hunter had to find a way to buy his diapers and formula : )&lt;br /&gt;I give him a bath, play/talk to him, watch t.v. and he finishes up with a bottle with some rice cereal in it. If I am lucky, he will sleep for about 4 hours! I never thought I would be that excited to get such a small amount of sleep. We get up about 2 times during the night, he eats, and goes right back to sleep. He decides to wake me up for the day about 5:00.................. he eats then plays on his gym mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1kUFvI9cI/AAAAAAAABG0/yD8E0QIrMDo/s1600-h/week+of+1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268477435393406402" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1kUFvI9cI/AAAAAAAABG0/yD8E0QIrMDo/s320/week+of+1021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves this thing. He is such a "talker" now, cooing and smiling ALL the time. It makes me smile!! He is changing sooooo much. It seems like he changes every day. I know they grow right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Hunter and I had some visitors. Our childhood friend, Heather, came to visit Anne and she needed to meet Hunter. And of course, Auntie Anne had to get her "num-nums".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1iYEBoZAI/AAAAAAAABGs/66wzqRH0tYs/s1600-h/week+of+Nov+3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268475304630313986" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1iYEBoZAI/AAAAAAAABGs/66wzqRH0tYs/s320/week+of+Nov+3+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goofy family and Heather. Hunter appears to be distracted by what I believe is the ceiling fan. And no, it wasn't even on. Strange boy I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Hunter and I went to church with Yvette (aka  Aunt Bette and Uncle Doug) and her family. We had a nice service and Hunter was a good little baby. The preacher came up afterwards and told me how impressed he was with Hunter. We also had a little boy, about 8 years old, come up and tell me how beautiful Hunter was............ I wanted to take that little boy home with me too.&lt;br /&gt;My man looked so handsome, I had to take some pictures. I just melt each time I look at the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1occxCabI/AAAAAAAABG8/mg7HLK6ZSkw/s1600-h/week+of+Nov+3+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268481977060846002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1occxCabI/AAAAAAAABG8/mg7HLK6ZSkw/s320/week+of+Nov+3+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1iPz1zfpI/AAAAAAAABGk/a0oF4QB7GRs/s1600-h/week+of+Nov+3+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268475162846789266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1iPz1zfpI/AAAAAAAABGk/a0oF4QB7GRs/s320/week+of+Nov+3+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry has been gone for the last 2 weeks on a hunting trip. I can't wait for him to see Hunter talk to him. I am ready for Jerry to come home. He should be home either Saturday night or Sunday morning. Hunter and I are going to get Chloe and Olivia after school today for the weekend. I know they are excited to see their "baby brudda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all for now. Have a great weekend...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, hugs, and snuggles...................... Carol and Hunter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8684072005292577110?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8684072005292577110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8684072005292577110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8684072005292577110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8684072005292577110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/11/handsome-boy-tired-mommy.html' title='Handsome Boy, Tired Mommy'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SR1kUFvI9cI/AAAAAAAABG0/yD8E0QIrMDo/s72-c/week+of+1021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-892647558167580044</id><published>2008-11-04T11:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:50:26.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCY5ZsQhEI/AAAAAAAABGE/p2w3snsyjf4/s1600-h/Hunter+Halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264876076312593474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCY5ZsQhEI/AAAAAAAABGE/p2w3snsyjf4/s320/Hunter+Halloween.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Pumpkin : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter and I survived my first week back to work. He stayed with the babysitter on Thursday and Friday. Unfortunately, I think he slept all day on Thursday, meaning he didn't sleep much for me that night. I ended up with about 4 - 45 minute naps!! Needless to say, I was extremely exhausted on Friday. I still had to deal with pre-teens all day and go trick or treating that evening. My students were good. I had warned them at the beginning of class that I lacking sleep and to be on their best behavior.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, Sandra ended up going and getting Hunter for me and bringing him to school early so he could spend the afternoon with me. That was fun. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCWHcd2AvI/AAAAAAAABFs/Fcfv0PcRWps/s1600-h/halloween+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264873019040727794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCWHcd2AvI/AAAAAAAABFs/Fcfv0PcRWps/s320/halloween+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Sandra holding Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, we ran by the house and grabbed the pumpkin to take to Jerry's house. We got to Jerry's and got the girls ready for the evening, then left to go by Mamaw and Papaw Carver's house (Hunter's Great Grandparents). Hunter hadn't met them, so they were excited to meet "Jerry Jr." as they called him. Here is Mamaw Carver..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCImTcS1jI/AAAAAAAABFc/njqqyz3Bmhc/s1600-h/halloween+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264858156031465010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCImTcS1jI/AAAAAAAABFc/njqqyz3Bmhc/s320/halloween+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After visiting there, we were headed to Oak Ridge to trick or treat, roast weenies, and marsh mallows at the Freeman house. We all had a good time. Hunter was still decked out in his pumpkin gear, although you couldn't see it because he was in the carrier on the front of me. When it was time to go home, I was ready to leave!! I was about to fall out. I had no problems falling asleep and apparently snored very well too. Here are some pictures of the evening: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCVT4wom0I/AAAAAAAABFk/koGPyLlKxws/s1600-h/halloween+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264872133282536258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCVT4wom0I/AAAAAAAABFk/koGPyLlKxws/s320/halloween+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me holding Hunter in the carrier.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCX3LbMMcI/AAAAAAAABF0/8mFC5SGCwFU/s1600-h/halloween+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264874938611544514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCX3LbMMcI/AAAAAAAABF0/8mFC5SGCwFU/s320/halloween+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia and Aekyrah (I probably spelled her name wrong.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCYeVBcTKI/AAAAAAAABF8/vWwf_OWk17I/s1600-h/halloween+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875611202800802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCYeVBcTKI/AAAAAAAABF8/vWwf_OWk17I/s320/halloween+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little family...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care and thanks for checking in.&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/8169630657551600466-892647558167580044?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/892647558167580044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=892647558167580044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/892647558167580044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/892647558167580044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-pumpkin-hunter-and-i-survived.html' title='Halloweening'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SRCY5ZsQhEI/AAAAAAAABGE/p2w3snsyjf4/s72-c/Hunter+Halloween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3737009325287992694</id><published>2008-10-29T05:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:58:29.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplanned</title><content type='html'>I am sleep deprived...... I am sleep deprived...... I am sleep deprived...... I am sleep deprived......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice a pattern here???? This workin and NO NAPS is for the birds!!!!! It is only Weds. and I am ready to fall out in exhaustion. I need prayers and some sort of Speed.&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off...... my babysitter got sick the second day she was to keep Hunter. So, Thank the Lord, my Mommy never hesitated to keep Hunter on Tuesday. I don't know what I would do without her. Today, Wednesday, Hunter is going to stay with his Uncle Stebie (Steven) for the day. And, again, Thank the Lord, Steven never hesitated to keep him. I have heard Uncle Stebie is extremely excited to do this favor for me. I hope they both know how much it means to me. As of right now, Hunter will head back to the sitter's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when I will get used to this lack of sleep and sickness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a good week and getting some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3737009325287992694?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3737009325287992694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3737009325287992694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3737009325287992694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3737009325287992694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sleep-deprived.html' title='Unplanned'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1598514244261285248</id><published>2008-10-26T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:52:13.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreading it : (</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am sick to my stomach thinking that tomorrow Hunter and I will be separated for the first time in our lives. My bag is ready for school and Hunter's is ready for the sitter's house, complete with diapers, formula, extra clothes, wipes, bottles, and anything I think he will need. I am sad each time I walk by the door to the garage and see our bags sitting there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dreading going back to work. It sucks that I can't stay home with him. I miss teaching and all that goes with it (well, most of it anyway), I really do, but who wouldn't want to stay home with that precious face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SQSqTq4DYoI/AAAAAAAABFM/iKhQjHLISZc/s1600-h/week+of+1021+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261517519579210370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SQSqTq4DYoI/AAAAAAAABFM/iKhQjHLISZc/s320/week+of+1021+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he will be taken good care of. I don't worry about that at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But will he know I am gone? Will he know the sitter isn't me? Will I be able to make it through the day without crying at the drop of a hat? I would like to think the answers to the first 2 questions is Yes and I am sure the anwer to the last question is NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am not the first mother to have to leave her child. But this is a first for me........ leaving a child I never thought I would have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I am dreading leaving Hunter, I am excited at the thought of picking him up after school and smothering him with all the kisses we missed during the day. That thought will undoubtedly carry me through what will most likely be one of the hardest days of my life. &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/8169630657551600466-1598514244261285248?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1598514244261285248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1598514244261285248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1598514244261285248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1598514244261285248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreading-it.html' title='Dreading it : ('/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SQSqTq4DYoI/AAAAAAAABFM/iKhQjHLISZc/s72-c/week+of+1021+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-6521184826823845839</id><published>2008-10-17T10:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:05:18.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I have learned about being a Mommy (so far)...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" and "Roseanne" are on NickAtNite, pretty much ALL nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Info-mercials start about 3:00 each morning. Bowflex anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Poopy diaper can awake you from a sound sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Making bottles in the middle of the night with your eyes half open is easier than it sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sleeping for more than 2 hours at a time is a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to the bathroom without a 1 month crying is also a gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Taking a shower is a gift............. (notice a trend?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Spitting up is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Giving a 1 month old a bath at 4:30 in the morning b/c he just hurled formula all over himself and you is a Gift. Yes, I said a gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Watching your little boy smile at you for no particular reason at 2:00 in the morning, AND taking great pride in it and smiling back............ PRICELESS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-6521184826823845839?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6521184826823845839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=6521184826823845839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6521184826823845839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6521184826823845839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/10/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-753675609534710871</id><published>2008-10-09T08:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:28:27.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprivation</title><content type='html'>Life as I know it is now in the hands of a little boy named Hunter. He makes the decisions around here. He tells me when to sleep and when to be awake. He is the most precious little boy. I just want to smoosh his little cheeks and kiss him all day. I can't imagine my life without him, although I still can't believe I had a baby!! Then, 4:00 in the morning comes, he starts crying, and then I remember, I did have a baby. How life changes !!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures for you all to drool over............ and he is mine, no, you can't have him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4E8p7eFUI/AAAAAAAABEU/2Pox7LeQi6s/s1600-h/september+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255143255281898818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4E8p7eFUI/AAAAAAAABEU/2Pox7LeQi6s/s320/september+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4FVxv_mOI/AAAAAAAABEc/7pObY5dNweQ/s1600-h/september+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255143686877976802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4FVxv_mOI/AAAAAAAABEc/7pObY5dNweQ/s320/september+011.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4Fhc1ETDI/AAAAAAAABEk/lF2qCKsNGG8/s1600-h/october+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255143887420542002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4Fhc1ETDI/AAAAAAAABEk/lF2qCKsNGG8/s320/october+002.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4GL2lQOiI/AAAAAAAABE0/4ha2UQoQm8o/s1600-h/thumb+sucking+10-6-08+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255144615888042530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4GL2lQOiI/AAAAAAAABE0/4ha2UQoQm8o/s320/thumb+sucking+10-6-08+b.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4GBU_UZcI/AAAAAAAABEs/lGoGXV6WryA/s1600-h/octoberweds+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255144435071870402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4GBU_UZcI/AAAAAAAABEs/lGoGXV6WryA/s320/octoberweds+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/8169630657551600466-753675609534710871?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/753675609534710871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=753675609534710871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/753675609534710871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/753675609534710871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep deprivation'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SO4E8p7eFUI/AAAAAAAABEU/2Pox7LeQi6s/s72-c/september+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-5277146151278731121</id><published>2008-09-21T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:10:08.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Hunter William Jones  : )</title><content type='html'>Words cannot explain the joy and love I feel right now. I feel so blessed to have a healthy baby boy ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hunter William Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born September 15, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 6:03 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weight:  6 lbs. 12 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Length: 19.5 in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jerry and I are beyond happy. Our little boy is here, on his due date, and healthy. Jerry got to deliver his son, with Dr. Vick standing right behind him. It was completely awesome having him do that and my family being there. It is definitely something I will not forget as long as I live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZsDjJEQQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/XIqAyT7I4vM/s1600-h/Hunterbirthmycamera+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248501223975567618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZsDjJEQQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/XIqAyT7I4vM/s320/Hunterbirthmycamera+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZsy0Et6TI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ni_oDPk-7Qw/s1600-h/Hunterbirthmomcamera+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248502035974580530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZsy0Et6TI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ni_oDPk-7Qw/s320/Hunterbirthmomcamera+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZspT_NpAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0l9nHcmUfWw/s1600-h/Hunterbirthmomcamera+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248501872742736898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZspT_NpAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/0l9nHcmUfWw/s320/Hunterbirthmomcamera+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZtC3cjZDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DgYcRDe2TsA/s1600-h/Hunterbirthmomcamera+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248502311757767730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZtC3cjZDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/DgYcRDe2TsA/s320/Hunterbirthmomcamera+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8169630657551600466-5277146151278731121?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5277146151278731121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=5277146151278731121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5277146151278731121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5277146151278731121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-hunter-william-jones.html' title='Welcome Hunter William Jones  : )'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SNZsDjJEQQI/AAAAAAAAAy4/XIqAyT7I4vM/s72-c/Hunterbirthmycamera+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-6686425553142933501</id><published>2008-09-13T08:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:57:25.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded from Work!!!</title><content type='html'>I went for my weekly appointment on Thursday morning. Since I am considered High Risk, I had yet another ultrasound to make sure Baby Jones was still okay and more importantly, head down. He was and has repositioned himself for his grand entrance into this world. The part I am getting worried about is that he already measures approximately 7.5 lbs!!!! Ewww and Oucccchhh is all I can think of. After the ultrasound, I was off to wait on Dr. Vick and his "evil exam"............... I am 2 cm dilated and 80% effaced. Not real sure what all that means except that I think I am on my way to having a baby. Duh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   After the exam and a look at my feet, aka Cankles, I was told that Friday would need to be my last day at work. I cried. I wasn't prepared to be grounded. I was determined to work up until the last possible moment. Again, something I have no control over!! Is someone trying to tell me something? I think so. I am learning to let life happen............. one day at a time!!&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my last of school for a while. I am officially on Maternity leave. My kids were expecting any day to be my last day, so they were okay with news. Many of them were sad. I just hope I don't get bored waiting on this kid to arrive!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My 8th Grade Girls gave me a surprise party ---- here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMvAMoFIjAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/J8kvv1WM_2c/s1600-h/september+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMvAlvL8ylI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0ZG-BzsaVe0/s1600-h/september+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245497945557355090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMvAlvL8ylI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0ZG-BzsaVe0/s320/september+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls underneath their "redneck" banner. (made of computer paper and fishing line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMvATN271BI/AAAAAAAAAyo/JRpNpyJ4i68/s1600-h/september+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245497627373196306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMvATN271BI/AAAAAAAAAyo/JRpNpyJ4i68/s320/september+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super cute cake............ lovin it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I have a few plans for today. He is going to finish pressure washing my house, the boys and Kathy and Kamry are coming out for yard and house work, and then digging up the yard to see where my leak is at!! I think we are all nesting, waiting for the baby to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-6686425553142933501?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6686425553142933501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=6686425553142933501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6686425553142933501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6686425553142933501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/09/grounded-from-work.html' title='Grounded from Work!!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMvAlvL8ylI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0ZG-BzsaVe0/s72-c/september+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7306000354493713280</id><published>2008-09-09T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:55:07.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I be done now???</title><content type='html'>I just need to say that with less than a week until my "due date", I am officially over this whole pregnancy thing. September is NOT the time for a woman to be gestating especially when she also stands on her feet all day teaching. Puffy ankles, puffy feet, puffy face, puffy -- public domain -- rub on my belly, that's me. Oh, and let's add the gagillion times a day comments from co-workers, "Are you over it?" or "I can't believe you are still working!" I am simply tired of being tired and puffy and peeing all the time. I am ready to meet my little guy. His room is ready when he is.&lt;br /&gt;So, can I be done now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7306000354493713280?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7306000354493713280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7306000354493713280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7306000354493713280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7306000354493713280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-be-done-now.html' title='Can I be done now???'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-419281593318664543</id><published>2008-09-04T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:43:05.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Stuff and Boomsday ******</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday my friend, Kristy, and her 2 children, Gracie (4) and Braden (1), came out to help me organize the nursery!! I was so overwhelmed with everything piled up on the guest bed. I have gotten so much from baby showers, I didn't know what I would use and what I wouldn't. I was so glad that Kristy was able to help me go through everything and make the nursery functional. Here is what I ended up with. I like it and now only need the baby to make it complete.........due date is Sept. 15th........ so 11 days until then, but it could happen at any time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMAN0KC4LhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dMz5p4G8qH4/s1600-h/aug31+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242205155960040978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMAN0KC4LhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dMz5p4G8qH4/s320/aug31+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crib..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_opwJU8kI/AAAAAAAAAxc/czAabmO9EFY/s1600-h/aug31+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242164295278850626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_opwJU8kI/AAAAAAAAAxc/czAabmO9EFY/s320/aug31+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing area........... that is a bookshelf with a changing pad on top. That was Kathy's idea..... multi-functional and way cheaper than an actual changing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_u5XiPsyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZYNwp6PcpFw/s1600-h/aug31+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171160620151586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_u5XiPsyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZYNwp6PcpFw/s320/aug31+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view as you walk in the nursery..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was restful and relaxing. Jerry had been canoeing with his best friend on Friday and Saturday, so I was able to head over Sunday to see him. It wasn't our weekend, but we ended up getting the girls from their mom and took them to Boomsday. They had a ball and were so excited all day............... couldn't wait for it to be dark!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_vAwUEIyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ebsSoNRNbCk/s1600-h/aug31+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171287530644258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_vAwUEIyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ebsSoNRNbCk/s320/aug31+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Olivia with their light sticks. Chloe's plays music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_vIdqYjYI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hBkBUn55wOk/s1600-h/aug31+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171419962936706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SL_vIdqYjYI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hBkBUn55wOk/s320/aug31+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the girls before the fireworks start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-419281593318664543?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/419281593318664543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=419281593318664543&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/419281593318664543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/419281593318664543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-stuff-and-boomsday.html' title='Baby Stuff and Boomsday ******'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SMAN0KC4LhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dMz5p4G8qH4/s72-c/aug31+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-821477898437415850</id><published>2008-08-25T10:09:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:45:14.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me play catch up !!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I am a slacker. I should have oodles of time to update this blog. Time is not my problem, energy is. I have a small spurt of energy here at school and am avoiding grading papers. So here it goes............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the girls came out to spend the weekend 2 weeks ago. We ended up going hiking at Fall Creek Falls. It was a beautiful drive and beautiful area. We had fun playing in the creeks and hiking all day. Yes, I went AND hiked. I did fine and took breaks as I needed to. Here are some pics from our day of fun........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmV3LrCPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5MpFSGCskhs/s1600-h/carol+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238502579849857266" style="CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmV3LrCPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5MpFSGCskhs/s320/carol+006.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the girls at the first overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmhrYJ49I/AAAAAAAAAwM/72FR_82OpHc/s1600-h/carol+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238502782839415762" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmhrYJ49I/AAAAAAAAAwM/72FR_82OpHc/s320/carol+013.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmoyjEKVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Mp93kqtYUXY/s1600-h/carol+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238502905023310162" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmoyjEKVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Mp93kqtYUXY/s320/carol+020.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls modeling their elephant ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next weekend was my baby shower, hosted by Anne and Arissa. They threw a Rockstar Shower. The food was tastey and the prizes rocked. Everyone had a great time and I got alot of much needed items for the baby. Here are some pictures from that day......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLLXBngLyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rkvV0cV2leI/s1600-h/pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238472913016860450" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLLXBngLyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rkvV0cV2leI/s320/pics+025.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne and Arissa pinning the corsage on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLrVKhZpPI/AAAAAAAAAws/OZoAaf6dvqA/s1600-h/pics+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508065419535602" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLrVKhZpPI/AAAAAAAAAws/OZoAaf6dvqA/s320/pics+028.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake............... didn't Sara do a wonderful job??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLaRx5kDvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_hf0kstB9OY/s1600-h/pics+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238489315572715250" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="239" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLaRx5kDvI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_hf0kstB9OY/s320/pics+036.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goofy guests drawing "a baby" on their paper plate. These were not only hysterical to watch them draw, but the end results were quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLdsusTwAI/AAAAAAAAAvs/QaIm1QnMUFw/s1600-h/pics+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238493077103165442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLdsusTwAI/AAAAAAAAAvs/QaIm1QnMUFw/s320/pics+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arissa --- the Baby Bingo caller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLkOCZlKhI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fOszlIsjuTs/s1600-h/pics+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238500246398773778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLkOCZlKhI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fOszlIsjuTs/s320/pics+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of many gifts recieved that day.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLkttv0g2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/0W_4lli3JV0/s1600-h/pics+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238500790610723682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLkttv0g2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/0W_4lli3JV0/s320/pics+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That silly Gina!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we stayed close to home again. Saturday we went to the Fountain City Duck Pond. The girls and Jerry caught crawdads and minnows and then we fished and battled the ducks trying to tangle our fishing lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmzjPqSkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/SIyUB3z6gIw/s1600-h/pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238503089893952066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmzjPqSkI/AAAAAAAAAwc/SIyUB3z6gIw/s320/pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching crawdads and minnows. &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLnAAWM99I/AAAAAAAAAwk/MTbKmaZbPJM/s1600-h/pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238503303864448978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLnAAWM99I/AAAAAAAAAwk/MTbKmaZbPJM/s320/pics+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLkOCZlKhI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fOszlIsjuTs/s1600-h/pics+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry getting his hat "decorated" by the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said earlier, we stayed close to home. I have 3 weeks to go until my due date!!! The nursery is sort of done. I will post pictures as soon as I take some. I still have misc. items scattered on the bed in there. I guess I need to get on that. I have been blessed to have so many people that I know and don't know, help get us started. I don't know what I would do without these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to the doctor once a week from now until delivery. And I won't lie, I am scared to death of it all............ giving birth and being a parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sad note, our family had a rough week last week, so if you can, send a little prayer our way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to have pics by the end of the week of the nursery. Just bear with 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-821477898437415850?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/821477898437415850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=821477898437415850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/821477898437415850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/821477898437415850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-play-catch-up.html' title='Let me play catch up !!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SLLmV3LrCPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5MpFSGCskhs/s72-c/carol+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3483494736238268192</id><published>2008-07-16T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:48:07.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time keeps on tickin...................</title><content type='html'>Well, the last few weeks seem like they have flown by, but at the same time have gone so slowly. Some days I have things to do......... those are the days that fly by. Other days I have nothing planned and move straight from the bed to the couch and then back to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July weekend was fun. We had the girls, so we were off swimming, playing, and watching the fireworks. It was exhausting, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH51x0--f6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/65qaRCSOd2s/s1600-h/101_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223742116693180322" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="202" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH51x0--f6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/65qaRCSOd2s/s320/101_0346.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls watching the fireworks..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH5179N_WtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jZ4Ll3kxS3c/s1600-h/101_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223742290702326482" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH5179N_WtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/jZ4Ll3kxS3c/s320/101_0348.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the girls playing in the lake. We went out on a friends pontoon boat for the day. Now that is my kind of boating............. nice and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto to me.................... As I type, I have about 9 weeks to go until my due date. I have begun to get more nervous. Nervous about the actual delivery............ouch.......... and more nervous about being a parent!!!! I know God isn't going to give me more than I can handle. I have no choice but to tackle parenting !!!!!! Jerry seems to be getting a little more excited as well. The girls are very excited. They talk about their little "brudder" all the time!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the OB yesterday for my 2 week check-up and an ultrasound. Everything with the baby is going fine and he is growing on schedule. Right now, he weighs a little over 3 lbs. which is good. He is extremely active, keeping me up many nights. I know, he is getting me ready for when he gets here. I have decided that I don't sleep anymore........... I nap. There is still time for him to bake and turn his head to the desired position.......... downward. Then it will be time for him to get here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH50OPkoY6I/AAAAAAAAAus/rpnUn0T9l6I/s1600-h/ultrasound+phone+face+071508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740405843518370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH50OPkoY6I/AAAAAAAAAus/rpnUn0T9l6I/s320/ultrasound+phone+face+071508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that precious face....... it is getting more and more real!! I believe he has hair, Lord knows I have the worst heartburn in the history of heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH50Umcn4SI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wi5b_VDUTUs/s1600-h/0715081632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740515063161122" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="286" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH50Umcn4SI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wi5b_VDUTUs/s320/0715081632.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my boy's toes.......long like his Mom's !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3483494736238268192?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3483494736238268192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3483494736238268192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3483494736238268192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3483494736238268192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-keeps-on-tickin.html' title='Time keeps on tickin...................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SH51x0--f6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/65qaRCSOd2s/s72-c/101_0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-56751013165859178</id><published>2008-06-22T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:53:45.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Fun.............................</title><content type='html'>Good times at the Stratman and Jones houses were had on Father's Day. I went to Mom and Dad's while Jerry and the girls spent the day with Papaw.&lt;br /&gt;We ate hamburgers, hot dogs, pasta salad and yummy desserts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0UpEgsIaI/AAAAAAAAAuc/M_MFZ_fS6-0/s1600-h/pasta+salad+6-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214346639382946210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0UpEgsIaI/AAAAAAAAAuc/M_MFZ_fS6-0/s320/pasta+salad+6-15.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me stirring the pasta salad. Since I don't cook, this is a monumental moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0V5tD2J6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/1hHljF4MNoI/s1600-h/prego+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214348024657356706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0V5tD2J6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/1hHljF4MNoI/s320/prego+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at 27 weeks.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this I am entering my 28th week, only 12 to go. I failed the 1 hour glucose test of last week and had to do the 3 hour glucose test this past Weds................. and I passed. I was very relieved. As Anne has stated, this pregnancy has had its little quirks and we are not surprised when things appear abnormal. But as of today, I am doing good. It's getting harder to do things like sit up from laying down, bend over, breathe, etc. I am aware all of that will get worse before it gets better and will get better in about 12 weeks!!!!! I go to the doctor again on July 1st and will go every 2 weeks until my last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now on to the rest of Father's Day................ As I left Mom and Dad's, I had 2 little girls join me for an impromptu sleepover. Kamry and Arissa were coming to Aunt Carol's but not before we went to Jerry's house for a visit. We had a house full of girls.............. his niece, Courtney, Olivia, Chloe, Kamry, and Arissa. In true Jerry style, he took them each for a ride on the 4 wheeler. Of course his girls were all about it. They have been doing this since birth, but not Kamry and Arissa. This was a first for them. Kamry was not impressed but said she had fun. Arissa is still talking about how Awesome it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0UM1xzM5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/T1RLUyCmess/s1600-h/101_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214346154391843730" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="221" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0UM1xzM5I/AAAAAAAAAuU/T1RLUyCmess/s320/101_0339.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamry after her ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0SlYcKS2I/AAAAAAAAAuM/-t-trT2-snc/s1600-h/arissakamryridewithjerry+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214344376989928290" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="229" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0SlYcKS2I/AAAAAAAAAuM/-t-trT2-snc/s320/arissakamryridewithjerry+002.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa after her ride. Check out that hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were done riding, we piled into 2 different cars and headed to the local park to play. We were there for a few hours and the kids all had a blast. They played in the creek, ate mullberries, tried to catch crawdads, and helped Jerry dam up the creek. Yes, he had fun too. The girls and I packed up and went to meet Kathy to get their sleepover bags and we were headed home. They got up with me the next morning and went to Summer school, getting to play on Webkinz the whole time. We came home, ate lunch, and they played in my little pool on the deck. Before we knew it, it was time to meet Kathy and for the girls to go home. They didn't want to go home. We told them summer isn't over and they can come back some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-56751013165859178?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/56751013165859178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=56751013165859178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/56751013165859178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/56751013165859178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-fun.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Fun.............................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SF0UpEgsIaI/AAAAAAAAAuc/M_MFZ_fS6-0/s72-c/pasta+salad+6-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1306009814184448954</id><published>2008-06-03T16:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:23:05.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Here.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am still alive. I know I haven't written since April, but when you are a teacher, the month of May tends to get quite busy. During May, I found out my thyroid is still completely out of wack. It is the reason why I still want to sleep all the time. My doctor and I are working on this by adjusting my medicine. I had my monthly check up with the OB and he assured me that all of my concerns and ailments would disappear within about 18 weeks. (As of today I am 25 weeks and 1 day along................. only 15 more weeks to go) My next appointment, June 10th, I get to drink the orange liquid of wonder for my glucose test. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEW_KoGYS2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZG3cpo8kJNM/s1600-h/babyshower51608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207778733407619938" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="175" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEW_KoGYS2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZG3cpo8kJNM/s320/babyshower51608.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of a birthday party at school, one of my classes gave me a baby shower. I got all kinds of goodies. It was so thoughtful of them and I had a blast. I am pretty sure the next 2 weeks were a blur with end of the school year business. Our last day was May 30th. With the end of the school year came the end of Joshua living with his mean, old Aunt Carol. He went home on May 29th. It is weird not having him here, but he needs to be home and he did so well this year. He ended up with A's, B's, and 1 C. I am so proud of him. He has not only proved to himself, but to everyone else, that he is very capable of succeeding in school. I know his future at Oak Ridge High School will be just as successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Kathy, Anne, and myself, went to register for baby gear Memorial Day weekend. I think I was in a small cloud of "oh crap, I AM having a baby." I vaguely remember walking through Babys R Us with that scanner gun and hearing the girls say, "you'll need that". So I would zap it. I came to realize that I am not ready for butt paste, binkies, breast feeding, and boppy pillows!!! We also went to Target and found more goodies I would "need".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, Jerry, the girls, his brother Scott, his girlfriend, Becky, and myself, went fishing. The cove we went to was full of blue gill and something called Gar. I called it a Garth and in the water it resembled an eel from a distance. I never did catch it, but I tried. I did catch a few blue gill and we had a wonderful afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXAZ4GYS3I/AAAAAAAAAts/GYCLBnUIjxc/s1600-h/me+and+blue+gill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207780094912252786" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXAZ4GYS3I/AAAAAAAAAts/GYCLBnUIjxc/s320/me+and+blue+gill.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of the blue gill I caught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXDMIGYS5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/nxQKDmOVQjY/s1600-h/chloe+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207783157223934866" style="CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXDMIGYS5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/nxQKDmOVQjY/s320/chloe+fish.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe holding her "catch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXBhYGYS4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/9K2fSeByssQ/s1600-h/girls+honeysuckle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207781323272899458" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXBhYGYS4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/9K2fSeByssQ/s320/girls+honeysuckle.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have discovered honeysuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXDzIGYS6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/lI0Lze_-HVs/s1600-h/jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207783827238833058" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEXDzIGYS6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/lI0Lze_-HVs/s320/jerry.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry taking it easy on the bank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started "teaching" summer school yesterday. I sit and play on the computer from 8:30 to 11:30, Monday thru Friday until June 24th. It's extra money and apparently easy to do. This is my 3rd year of doing it. I think the kids get bored, but it serves them right. They should have worked during the school year. I don't mind doing it, especially if the kids appreciate it, and some of them actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is summer time, I will attempt to update more. I promise to do better Kelly!!!!&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/8169630657551600466-1306009814184448954?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1306009814184448954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1306009814184448954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1306009814184448954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1306009814184448954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/06/summers-here.html' title='Summer&apos;s Here.............'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SEW_KoGYS2I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZG3cpo8kJNM/s72-c/babyshower51608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2097229320030708028</id><published>2008-04-28T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:04:21.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?????</title><content type='html'>That about sums up my trip to D.C. last week. What in the hell was I thinking? I should have known better. Being pregnant and going to D.C. for a week with a bunch of 8th graders was more exhausting than I thought it would be.I was whooped by the 3rd day and had swollen ankles and other body parts to show for it. I was just not feeling this trip this time. Maybe b/c I am pregnant??? I don't know. My kids were not as well behaved as they were last year. I had some real smart asses too, which only makes me madder. I had an okay time, thanks to my chaperones and some of the kids. I did have some kids that made it worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the weekend sleeping...........Literally sleeping my weekend away. I slept 13 hours on Friday/Saturday. I managed to take a shower and unpack the car and went to Jerry's on Saturday evening and was back asleep by 11:00. Jerry woke me up at 5 Sunday afternoon...... yes I had slept 18 hours. I had no problem going to sleep last night at 9:30 and woke up at 6:30 this morning. I am officially ready for bed as I type. And it is only 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will not be another trip for me. I wasn't going to go next year because of having the baby, but I decided it wasn't fun and some kids misbehaved, helping me decide I am through with the whole D.C. thing.................... I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 more weeks of school left............................thank the Lord.........can I make it through May 3oth????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2097229320030708028?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2097229320030708028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2097229320030708028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2097229320030708028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2097229320030708028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?????'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2394222918376288550</id><published>2008-04-17T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:05:37.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a ..........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Jerry and I are happy we are having a boy. Baby Boy Jones was not shy during the ultrasound. Jerry pointed out that it was a boy before the ultrasound tech said anything. I think Jerry and I are still smiling. Now we are moving on to names............... and me onto decorating a nursery, choosing a design, etc. Everything with the ultrasound was great. The baby is measuring right on schedule. Now we have wait about 22 more weeks to meet our little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2394222918376288550?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2394222918376288550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2394222918376288550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2394222918376288550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2394222918376288550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/04/its.html' title='It&apos;s a ..........................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3722476698401174719</id><published>2008-04-14T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:26:59.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day..............One more week</title><content type='html'>One more day until I find out if I am having a boy 0r a girl. Daddy, and anyone else, may be grounded from my blog if you don't want to know what the gender is. I don't have a preference. I am a planner so this finding out stuff is right up my alley. I don't plan on starting on the nursery until school is out anyway. I am excited to find out if everything else is okay as well. I was told that they measure the anatomy of the baby as well as tell you the gender. So I will be laying there and Jerry will be standing there for a while I guess. I will post a new picture of "BABY J".............................&lt;br /&gt;One more week until I go to DC with my 8th graders. Am I nuts? probably. Am I going to be tired? most definitely. But I am looking forward to it. I am sure I will have pictures of the trip as well.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else exciting is going on. Being pregnant pretty much wears me out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3722476698401174719?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3722476698401174719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3722476698401174719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3722476698401174719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3722476698401174719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-dayone-more-week.html' title='One more day..............One more week'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-9048641886527508999</id><published>2008-03-24T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:36:50.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, happy, joy, joy...........</title><content type='html'>I guess I had fought the fight long enough. You know, when everyone around you is getting this stomach bug and is miserable? Well, Wednesday I got a foul glimpse of the evilness that is lurking in our schools. I woke up Weds. feeling ickier than normal and by afternoon had gotten sick............... and then never did eat or drink again that evening as the surge of nausea hit me on and off again with vengence. By Thursday morning, I was calling into school, calling my Mom and my doctor (the OB). My OB called me back and had me go to the Women's Pavillion for IV fluids, etc. I called Anne to see if she could take me. She was so excited to be on the other end of the hospital bed. Not in it................. she took great pride in watching me turn green from the first vein not working, watching me look pitiful and just simply not being the one sick. (Of course Anne and I are so close that by Friday she ended up with the same bug and was in the ER on Saturday morning getting her needed fluids.)&lt;br /&gt;After 6 hours, 3 bags of fluids and misc. other drugs, I was given chicken noodle soup, then allowed to go home. Where I proceeded to go right back to sleep for the next 13 hours. I felt like a champ on Friday but Saturday and Sunday I began to feel yucky once again. I hope I am not getting round 2 of this horrible creature. I just got an email from Anne and she has informed me that Arissa now has possession of the bug!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-9048641886527508999?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/9048641886527508999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=9048641886527508999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9048641886527508999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9048641886527508999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy, happy, joy, joy...........'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8737252972089714714</id><published>2008-03-18T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:36:22.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Weeks and Counting..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R96ZFnEwaqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BY8AWU5DwBA/s1600-h/baby+2-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178744943189977762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R96ZFnEwaqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BY8AWU5DwBA/s320/baby+2-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does this ultrasound belong to? Well, it isn't my sisters or any of my friends.............. it's MINE....................Yes, I am going to be a Mom and Jerry is going to be a Dad. Not part of our plan, but apparently, part of God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I am 14 weeks along and due September 15th. Still waiting on the surge of energy to kick in and the all day nausea to go away. I don't know what I am having yet, but will in 4 weeks. I went to the doctor today and everything was fine. I heard the happy little heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as everything else I am feeling, it comes and goes. I am happy one minute and scared and embarrassed the next. I know things and events happen for a reason. I will know this reason some day. Not today, tomorrow, or next week, but some day. I can only have faith in God that he knows what he is doing and that I can handle this with help from Him. I will also have help from Jerry, my family, and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you all have been wondering why I haven't posted as regularly as I used to, that is why. I wasn't sure what to say. As soon as I get more information, I will post and I will keep you posted as the months progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8737252972089714714?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8737252972089714714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8737252972089714714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8737252972089714714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8737252972089714714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/03/14-weeks-and-counting.html' title='14 Weeks and Counting..................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R96ZFnEwaqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BY8AWU5DwBA/s72-c/baby+2-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1778168843598622215</id><published>2008-02-04T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:22:25.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy and Busy?</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't updated in a while....... it seems that when I have time, I have no energy and when I have energy, I have no time. School and Life are keeping me busy. I was hoping to have had more snow days by now, but as the weather pattern would have it, no such luck. Ice storms don't count as real snow days to me. I want to see the actual snow. By now, I bet we are wanting it to get so cold it will snow, or really warm up and be Spring.&lt;br /&gt;On the family front, Anne had her tonsils removed a few weeks ago and is now well on her to recovery. We are so thankful. I know I miss my Anne...... : ) Arissa is now sporting straight hair and looks waaayyyy too grown up for me. You can see pictures on Anne's blog &lt;a href="http://www.peasinourpod.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.peasinourpod.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  Jerry and I are still together. He still makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know anything else right now. I just wanted to say that I am still alive and still here.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1778168843598622215?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1778168843598622215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1778168843598622215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1778168843598622215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1778168843598622215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy-and-busy.html' title='Lazy and Busy?'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-6824544608504425621</id><published>2008-01-06T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:03:35.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007....Hello 2008</title><content type='html'>I am cheating and borrowing some of the questions that Anne used in her blog........... Thank you Anne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a car and had a deer hit it 29.5 hours later !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;I don't recall making a resolution last year......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Anne, I am guessing Hilton Head won't qualify as a country huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;July 10th --- Jerry and I had our first date.................... And Sept 27th ---- the day he said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Surviving on my own............ finding out who I was and being happy with ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Forgetting those around me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car (SUV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO-PAYS and Bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Dates with Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take me There" by Rascal Flatts (it came out when Jerry and I first started dating: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;/strong&gt; happier........ way happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;/strong&gt; according to pictures..............Thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt; what is being richer anyway????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Christmas Eve with my family and Christmas Day with Jerry's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can finally say, without a doubt, YES!!!! He is my blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anything on Discovery Health or TLC, although I have come to love "Mythbusters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Since I have no time to read, I will have to say the 8th grade Math Book I teach from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Turner and the Celtic Women (thanks Anne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caring, loving boyfriend who continually makes me laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win the lottery................ even though I have never bought a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember......... I think I came home and did nothing. I turned 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's clean, and it fits, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THerapy............. Meds...............THerapy..................Meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yvette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Who was the best new person you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;met?&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;erry&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be happy before I can make someone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;strong&gt;6. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going thru hell, keep on movin', don't slow down, walk right through it....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck is better. After a weekend of being sick and immobile, I woke up New Years Eve Day to discover that my neck was 75% better. Boy was I relieved!! I had to be up early for the cable guy to be here between 9-11 (he came at 10:30) to determine why my internet was acting funky. Cause of problem............... chewed on wires outside of my bedroom, culprit: Maddi.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and the girls got here about 11:00 to spend New Year's Eve and Day with me. We ended up going to a park in Kingston where Jerry and the girls had great fun pelting each other with the Nerf guns. We each have one and you can only imagine the havoc we can wreak. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4ExSZttHmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lhnPv0Mj3FA/s1600-h/Dec29-Jan1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152453640898551394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4ExSZttHmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lhnPv0Mj3FA/s320/Dec29-Jan1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe shooting at her Daddy (look for his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4ExLZttHlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/nUcAYW--Fjc/s1600-h/Dec29-Jan1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152453520639467090" style="CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4ExLZttHlI/AAAAAAAAAsE/nUcAYW--Fjc/s320/Dec29-Jan1+006.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girsl attempt to reload and find their daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4Exe5ttHnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BEQnSJPICAE/s1600-h/Dec29-Jan1+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152453855646916210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4Exe5ttHnI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BEQnSJPICAE/s320/Dec29-Jan1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry trying to reclaim all of HIS darts......... yes they are labeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park in Kingston, it was to the house to potty and then on to the Harriman park. Jerry and I kicked the kickball back and forth for over an hour............... and were completely whooped. By the time we were done, we were hungry, so it was off to El Canterino's for dinner and then errands. We were back home and relaxing by about 6:30. We watched t.v., the girls colored, and then Midnight came and went............... right in the middle of a show about tornadoes. Oh well, at least Jerry and I were together. Some people I know had significant others that had to work the nite shift.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry left early on New Year's Day to go hunting and when the girls and I got up and got ready, we went and met him on the bluff for a day of 4-wheelin'...............yes, it was incredibly COLD, so it called for multiple layers of clothing, including camo. We went a different way and discovered some beautiful overlooks and trails then ended up at "our" bluff, as the girls call it. Jerry built us a fire and we relaxed and played for a couple of hours. I was sad when they had to leave to head back home, but I am so glad I got to spend those 2 days with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4Ew-5ttHkI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rpqQgHOWIsg/s1600-h/Dec29-Jan1+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152453305891102274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4Ew-5ttHkI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rpqQgHOWIsg/s320/Dec29-Jan1+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry helped each of the girls out on the rock to see the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4Ewo5ttHjI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MDhiFc742Yc/s1600-h/Dec29-Jan1+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152452927933980210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4Ewo5ttHjI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MDhiFc742Yc/s320/Dec29-Jan1+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Camo and Chloe chillin' on a rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my Christmas decorations off the tree, left those stinkin' lights on there and chucked the tree. I was not going to mess with taking the lights off when they made me so crazy putting them on. By Tuesday nite, my living room was back in order with some minor changes to the decor. New year, new view I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Wednesday being a bum and doing a little bit of nothing. I had a doctor appt at 8:20 Thursday morning that lasted until 11:45. Not sure what is going on with me, but I have to go to a neurologist on January 21st for a consult. No need to worry just yet. I will let anyone know when it is time to worry. (sound familiar Anne?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I had to report back to school for an Administrative Day................ we had 2 wonderful speakers and then lunch and then working in our classrooms. By the time I got home from me and Joshua's various errands and appointsments, it was 6:30. I was shocked to see Maddi in the neighbors driveway walking around, since she is supposed to be on her tie out in the backyard. In a nutshell, she had broken free from the other one, still sporting the clasp and part of the tieout. I spent yesterday morning at Lowes concocting a sturdier tieout, something that I could make. THanks to the young man in hardware, I was able to understand and duplicate what he showed me. I happy with the new tie out and hope that it lasts for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our students come back tomorrow, the 7th. Ask me if I am ready? As ready as I'll ever be. Plan wise I am ready, mentally I think I need to find a job where it is okay to take 2 hour naps in the middle of the day. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone's 2008 has gotten off to a good start.......... I can't complain so far. Small blessings are all around us........................ enjoy them while you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Napping Puddle Splasher and the 4-Legged Escapee&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/8169630657551600466-6824544608504425621?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6824544608504425621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=6824544608504425621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6824544608504425621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6824544608504425621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007hello-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2007....Hello 2008'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R4ExSZttHmI/AAAAAAAAAsM/lhnPv0Mj3FA/s72-c/Dec29-Jan1+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7324156704409226871</id><published>2007-12-29T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T13:18:41.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy and Stiff...............</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas................. I did !!! I enjoyed being with my family, as well as with Jerry and his family. If you are an immediate member of my family, then you have seen the following pictures. If you aren't, then you must realize you are only going to see a few of the (close to 200) pictures taken from Christmas Eve until this past Thursday. I will start with Christmas Eve at Mom and Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGxJttHgI/AAAAAAAAArc/Mu0KHsJ7uK0/s1600-h/DSCN1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451402924072450" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="225" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGxJttHgI/AAAAAAAAArc/Mu0KHsJ7uK0/s320/DSCN1801.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stratman, Pereyo, Freeman, Inman, Arnold Women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Doing what we do best, being silly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGl5ttHfI/AAAAAAAAArU/6e5uwwlc3ZA/s1600-h/DSCN1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451209650544114" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGl5ttHfI/AAAAAAAAArU/6e5uwwlc3ZA/s320/DSCN1794.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's Grandma and Grandpa? Our kids are getting SO tall !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3ZkmJttHZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ofMdxClLZTg/s1600-h/me+and+jerry+goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149413830550166930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3ZkmJttHZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ofMdxClLZTg/s320/me+and+jerry+goofy.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me what I was doing. Apparently I was being silly hugging Jerry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aHCpttHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/0Gt_NHbB-eo/s1600-h/me+and+jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451703571783186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aHCpttHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/0Gt_NHbB-eo/s320/me+and+jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aJbZttHiI/AAAAAAAAArs/8bS7diSeI40/s1600-h/me+and+jerry+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our serious picture............... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGYJttHeI/AAAAAAAAArM/3PHLN6eW1NU/s1600-h/DSCN1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450973427342818" style="CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGYJttHeI/AAAAAAAAArM/3PHLN6eW1NU/s320/DSCN1808.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddi on Christmas Day - more interested in the tissue paper than the treats in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGM5ttHdI/AAAAAAAAArE/mreyba9fyng/s1600-h/girls+yoga+mats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450780153814482" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGM5ttHdI/AAAAAAAAArE/mreyba9fyng/s320/girls+yoga+mats.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of a gagillion pictures taken of Chloe and Olivia opening their presents on Christmas Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGBpttHcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YwnEObwX2Q4/s1600-h/jones+christmas+2007+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450586880286146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGBpttHcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YwnEObwX2Q4/s320/jones+christmas+2007+059.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Night..... Olivia and Chloe doing their Yoga video from Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, why am I worn out? After figuring out on Wednesday morning that daycare was closed, I called Jerry (who had to work) to inform him of this travesty. It was not at all what I had envisioned my week to be, but a conversation later, I was keeping the girls for the next 3 days. Did I know what I was getting myself into? Sort of.................. They were actually pretty good and we had our fair share of fits and fun. I am going to need about 4 more days of sleep to get caught up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know, I was on the hunt for a pre-lit Christmas tree but was waiting until the day after Christmas to get it. With the girls in tow, I headed to Kmart in Oak Ridge. Was I nuts? Sure I was by 4:00 when we finally left Walmart and the girls were passed out in the back of the car............... this after a major fit. I will definitely rethink shopping with no naps the next time. I do want to say --- Bless Kathy and Kamry ---- they were such huge helpers with the girls. I couldn't have done anything that day without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aEcpttHbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KKXEblTZECs/s1600-h/jones+christmas+2007+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149448851713498546" style="CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aEcpttHbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KKXEblTZECs/s320/jones+christmas+2007+063.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased the tree at Kmart, only to realize that I probably shouldn't have had the girls with me when I did it. Thanks to Kathy and her stellar organizational skills, the tree and 2 booster seats were snug as a bug in a rug. Those girls weren't going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aEQJttHaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/TbnomLLb7bI/s1600-h/jones+christmas+2007+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149448636965133730" style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aEQJttHaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/TbnomLLb7bI/s320/jones+christmas+2007+062.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot how much fun an empty box could be. Chloe immediately climbed in and many hours later, the box is now a "car". They have insisted on me keeping it for the next time they are here. I do have to say, it entertained them for most of Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took them home to Jerry on Friday, where they are today. I slept pretty good last nite except for my stiff neck. It started getting tight on Thursday morning and has gotten progressively worse, even now as I type. Muscle cream, the heating pad, and Advil are my friends, although I don't feel like they are helping. It would be nice to turn Just my head and not my entire body to the left. Hopefully this passes soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are celebrating Kathy's Birthday (which was the 27th -- she turned 36, which rounds to 40 as Kamry told us) this evening by going Ice Skating. I have a feeling I will be watching from the sidelines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stiff and Sleepy Puddle Splasher&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/8169630657551600466-7324156704409226871?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7324156704409226871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7324156704409226871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7324156704409226871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7324156704409226871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleepy-and-stiff.html' title='Sleepy and Stiff...............'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R3aGxJttHgI/AAAAAAAAArc/Mu0KHsJ7uK0/s72-c/DSCN1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3668649574018838394</id><published>2007-12-24T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:00:58.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season......</title><content type='html'>I am not really sure what to write about, but felt the need to sit here and type. I am thinking Anne and I are taking up the slack for Kathy, who manages to update every month or so : )&lt;br /&gt;Anne updates a whole lot more than I do, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend, including today, has been relaxing to say the least. I am enjoying my break and some extra time with Jerry. It feels weird to sleep in on a Monday, and that today is Christmas Eve................. wow how time flies !!!&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned it before, but I am amazed at how different my life is from a year ago. I was in the beginnings of dealing with life in the real world, after two months in treatment. I thought I had it made then, but I was wrong as I look back now. Now I am able to stand on my own two feet, say what I feel, and am honestly Happy with me, for me...............and no one else. That is a blessing, a blessing that I actually wanted to decorate a Christmas tree and think about gifts for everyone. I am thankful for those blessings and so much more. Christmas isn't about the gifts, but for me, it is being with my family and watching the excitement in the kids eyes as they open presents and interact with each other. That is the real blessing for me. To truthfully be able to enjoy those moments !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my continued recovery and for my family, Anne in particular. That darn Mono bug has kicked her butt once again and it couldn't have shown up at a more inopportune time. Knowing Anne, she will not let it get her down OR she will drive us all nuts!!!!!! It doesn't matter, she's my Anne and I Love her no matter what !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol and Maddi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3668649574018838394?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3668649574018838394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3668649574018838394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3668649574018838394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3668649574018838394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season......'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4178850334846152201</id><published>2007-12-20T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:52:55.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa la la la la .............</title><content type='html'>YIPEEEEEEEEE................... I am on Christmas Break and don't have to report back until Jan. 4th !!!! Of course on my first vacation day, I was up at 5:15 and have a doctor's appointment. The good news is, that I can take a nap in the middle of the day and not worry about getting fired for sleeping on the job!&lt;br /&gt;The 3 days we had school this week were filled with Christmas parties and semester tests. I have all my grades done and in the computer..... ready for them to be put on report cards. I refused to do anything school related this break. I have too many other things I want to do and for once, I don't want to have to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you all about the influence Jerry has on me............... Last nite, I met him after work at ........................ Gander Mountain !!!! I had never been. What an experience! I didn't realize how many items can be covered in Camo........... even furniture. He had me all over that store. He even pointed out some sort of water britches that I will eventually need when we go fishing. Okay, once again, doesn't that require me being quiet? I am already banned from hunting until enough duct tape can be found! We'll see I guess. I told him that it was too cold to go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Gander Mountain, we headed towards Harriman, ate at Shoney's (where it appears that most of Oakdale works), then Walmart ............... oh the joys of shopping with that man!! All over the store......... I lost him, he lost me. Then we found the toy section and that was all she wrote. We had an old man cracking up at us as we made total fools out of ourselves by playing with assorted toys. I have to say, besides the time Yvette and I donned our Club Libby Lu "do's" and laughed hysterically in the card section, it was the best time I have had at Walmart. Many dollars and bags later, the girls Christmas is bought and done ........... I have been done with all my shopping, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace, harmony, and idiots in Walmart............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4178850334846152201?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4178850334846152201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4178850334846152201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4178850334846152201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4178850334846152201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/fa-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa la la la la .............'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2588848344913981933</id><published>2007-12-17T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:52:06.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating and Birthdays........</title><content type='html'>Skating in a Winter Wonderland....................... Okay, so it was slightly rainy but there was a cool breeze whipping thru the tent down at Market Square. Jerry, the girls and I met an old friend of his and her family for an afternoon of Ice Skating on Saturday. The girls had never been and it has been while since Jerry or I had been. After lugging 2 children around the ice all day, we finally felt the effects yesterday in the form of sore legs and arms. Olivia and Chloe did a great job for their first time and I am sure they are still talking about it today. Enjoy the pictures..... they say 1000 words.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZpmZttHXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1LRuXBsR2to/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144915732775902578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZpmZttHXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1LRuXBsR2to/s320/dec+15+and+16+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ashton trying to keep Olivia upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZpHpttHWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uoSGPlH3iKA/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144915204494925154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZpHpttHWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/uoSGPlH3iKA/s320/dec+15+and+16+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me probably telling Olivia which direction we are supposed to skate..... still in teacher mode, even on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zo-JttHVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Jinoar_cKSo/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144915041286167890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zo-JttHVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Jinoar_cKSo/s320/dec+15+and+16+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee this picture of Jerry and Chloe !!!! Priceless !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zo2JttHUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/BEphBc4cJeY/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914903847214402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zo2JttHUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/BEphBc4cJeY/s320/dec+15+and+16+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I trying to fall or keep my balance????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZoZ5ttHTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MRBd8OD2wA4/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914418515909938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZoZ5ttHTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MRBd8OD2wA4/s320/dec+15+and+16+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A typical Olivia face....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we went to Kathy's house to celebrate Joshua and Kamry's Birthdays.......... good eats, good treats, and a house full of people. We had a great time!!! Olivia and Chloe hit it off with the other kids and we stayed for 5 hours, letting the kids play and wear themselves out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZoNZttHSI/AAAAAAAAAps/Cxth5A-ywAc/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914203767545122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZoNZttHSI/AAAAAAAAAps/Cxth5A-ywAc/s320/dec+15+and+16+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Chloe "cheesing" for me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZnypttHPI/AAAAAAAAApU/s-x1B_D-ANI/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144913744206044402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZnypttHPI/AAAAAAAAApU/s-x1B_D-ANI/s320/dec+15+and+16+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Georgene yacking and cleaning up .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZnnpttHOI/AAAAAAAAApM/U1EseYjCtVs/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144913555227483362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZnnpttHOI/AAAAAAAAApM/U1EseYjCtVs/s320/dec+15+and+16+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel....... the KG Godfather........ she is a mess. But Olivia and Chloe loved playing with her. Don't let the look on Olivia's face fool you. Angel was talking a mile a minute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZoEJttHRI/AAAAAAAAApk/jWOE2IXaDc0/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914044853755154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZoEJttHRI/AAAAAAAAApk/jWOE2IXaDc0/s320/dec+15+and+16+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing they would blow out the candles already so we could eat cake !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zmg5ttHKI/AAAAAAAAAos/A6q086KuJIQ/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144912339751738530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zmg5ttHKI/AAAAAAAAAos/A6q086KuJIQ/s320/dec+15+and+16+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday cakes were the 2nd things Kathy had caught on fire ....... a small grease fire earlier filled the house with a small amount of smoke. But thanks to Joseph and the fact that he paid attention in HomeEC, the fire was put out with salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zn7JttHQI/AAAAAAAAApc/dvJgo0NNOMc/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144913890234932482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zn7JttHQI/AAAAAAAAApc/dvJgo0NNOMc/s320/dec+15+and+16+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamry reading her Novel from Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZnOJttHMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/QgCM9-YDHPw/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144913117140819138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZnOJttHMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/QgCM9-YDHPw/s320/dec+15+and+16+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do make Joshua clean his face. That acne problem has increased over the day.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zm1JttHLI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6n2E44X0ZH4/s1600-h/dec+15+and+16+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144912687644089522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2Zm1JttHLI/AAAAAAAAAo0/6n2E44X0ZH4/s320/dec+15+and+16+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HOOTIE........ look how precious that face is........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, we had a good weekend and I am worn out even today. Joshua and I have to go to school thru Weds, then we are on Christmas Break until January 7th. Yipee............ I have a few doctor appointments and social gatherings to attend, so that will keep me busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited about the holidays this year................ I am the happiest I have been and am excited to be excited .................. Plus, I have Jerry and the girls to share the holidays with, along with my Family. I am sure there will be pics and stories in the weeks to come.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, Have a Merry Christmas..........enjoy your families.......... and remember what the Christmas Season is really about!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Mistletoe..........................&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/8169630657551600466-2588848344913981933?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2588848344913981933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2588848344913981933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2588848344913981933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2588848344913981933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-skating-and-birthdays.html' title='Ice Skating and Birthdays........'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R2ZpmZttHXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1LRuXBsR2to/s72-c/dec+15+and+16+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-6232065788141721196</id><published>2007-12-08T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T14:51:46.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen Keller meets Charlie Brown</title><content type='html'>Before I explain the title of today's blog entry, I need to update from the last weeks.........&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Jerry and the girls came out to my house so that we could go 4-wheeling for Chloe's birthday (yes, so much like her father). On Friday night, we wanted to take them to a bluff near my house (which we would pass the next day), called Buzzard's Bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rrG2SnB1I/AAAAAAAAAns/lFzDoCB9Da0/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141680427482154834" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rrG2SnB1I/AAAAAAAAAns/lFzDoCB9Da0/s320/DSCN1686.JPG" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we parked, they were out and on the bluff !!! Jerry is explaining what they are looking at .................. check out their concentration. I love this picture for some reason, maybe b/c they didn't know I was taking it and that the sunset is in the background. While up there, I had Joshua take some pictures of Jerry and I on the bluff................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rq82SnB0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/BIkD7FvGAyE/s1600-h/DSCN1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141680255683462978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rq82SnB0I/AAAAAAAAAnk/BIkD7FvGAyE/s320/DSCN1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this one was completely goofy and made Joshua take the next picture too. I tend to like them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rqiWSnBzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/7GL-Mgqg2Lc/s1600-h/FSCN1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141679800416929586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rqiWSnBzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/7GL-Mgqg2Lc/s320/FSCN1700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "up close and personal" picture......................&lt;br /&gt;There is a story behind this next picture. Joshua is SCARED to death of heights and had ventured out of the car so that he was not upstaged by Chloe and Olivia. I was very proud of him for facing that fear !!! He was proud of himself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rqWWSnByI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hqfO3Yz7fZg/s1600-h/DSCN1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141679594258499362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rqWWSnByI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hqfO3Yz7fZg/s320/DSCN1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe, Joshua, and Olivia............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rqKWSnBxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KXZ9bU_d7q0/s1600-h/DSCN1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141679388100069138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rqKWSnBxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KXZ9bU_d7q0/s320/DSCN1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop the next day....................... my little cheezers !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rphGSnBvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Ye7uUwnqMHI/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141678679430465266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rphGSnBvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Ye7uUwnqMHI/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is me........... Yes, I am in Camo, from head to toe, and NO I didn't care. I was warm and toasty inside this camo/fleece ensemble that Jerry let me borrow (no it isn't my camo).&lt;br /&gt;***********Olivia, me, and Chloe taking our own picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Thursday evening, Dec. 6th......... Joshua had a JV basketball game. His Grandma, sister, and Mommy were able to come and I know it meant alot to him to have them there. He did Really well, ran hard, had some great rebounds, assists, and passes !!! I did see some "skill" in that boy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rpFWSnBuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wJ5MYmdi1HU/s1600-h/dec+8+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141678202689095394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rpFWSnBuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wJ5MYmdi1HU/s320/dec+8+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is Number 5........... waiting for the other team to mess up so he can take it down court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1ro7mSnBtI/AAAAAAAAAms/pCs5I019tm4/s1600-h/dec+8+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141678035185370834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1ro7mSnBtI/AAAAAAAAAms/pCs5I019tm4/s320/dec+8+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he is trying to befuddle the opposing team ........ (he is the one closest to you).&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooooooooooooo proud of Joshua. He is still doing well. We still have our moments, which may or may not consist of a "tune-up". I have had several parents tell me how polite he is and will tell me different stories that make me even prouder of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after a week of sniffles, congestion, coughing, blowing, and whining, I dragged myself to the doctor. Diagnosis............. ear and sinus infection. After a 2 hour wait, steroid shot in the butt, nasal spray, and antibiotic Rx, I was on my way home to start getting better.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say today is that I have been up since 6:30, have rearranged Joshua's bedroom, and put up my &lt;strong&gt;"Helen Keller meets Charlie Brown"&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas tree. Now for my poem that will express my true thoughts on stringing the stinkin' lights...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ode to Lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started with a bang and a clatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddi ran in to see what was the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She noticed Joshua's bedroom was in disarray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knew Christmas decorating was going to consume our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I began to pull out pieces and parts of the tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the strings of lights started scaring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew what was next after the assembling was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew stringing those stinkin' lights were not going to be Fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fought with the lights and Maddi most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thoughts and feelings are simple you'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moral of my day and poem is simple you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I want for next year is a Pre-Lit Christmas Tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rnyGSnBpI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vdw5PD3XZag/s1600-h/dec+8+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141676772464985746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rnyGSnBpI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vdw5PD3XZag/s320/dec+8+007.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maddi lurking from the side of the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1roKmSnBqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/UuUza94SNxU/s1600-h/dec+8+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141677193371780770" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1roKmSnBqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/UuUza94SNxU/s320/dec+8+009.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maddi feeling my pain over the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1roSmSnBrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q_APlG_-_xM/s1600-h/dec+8+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141677330810734258" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="237" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1roSmSnBrI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q_APlG_-_xM/s320/dec+8+010.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One ornament was harmed during the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1robGSnBsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PDkVD-WlkC4/s1600-h/dec+8+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141677476839622338" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1robGSnBsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PDkVD-WlkC4/s320/dec+8+015.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The finished product.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think you can click on the picture and it will make it bigger in another screen, which will only intensify the "Helen Keller meets Charlie Brown" Christmas Tree!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**********Click at your own risk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon to be Pre-Lit Puddle Splasher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-6232065788141721196?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6232065788141721196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=6232065788141721196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6232065788141721196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6232065788141721196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/12/helen-keller-meets-charlie-brown.html' title='Helen Keller meets Charlie Brown'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R1rrG2SnB1I/AAAAAAAAAns/lFzDoCB9Da0/s72-c/DSCN1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2858555208033288204</id><published>2007-11-25T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:21:21.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Network Thanksgivning</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Day at Mom and Dad's was FUN !! They had a houseful, but it didn't seem that it bothered them one bit !! Anne had suggested we each find a dish or two from the Food Network and replace our traditional sidedishes...... little did we know that our turkey was Cajun, stuffed with rice and baby shrimps. Different but good ---- My favorite dish was the green bean bundles Anne made. Yummy Yummy......&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had designated seating for everyone ahead of time -----&lt;br /&gt;*Jerry, the girls, and I were banished to the kitchen "kids" table.&lt;br /&gt;*Kathy and all the other kids were sent to the "adult" table in the (formal) dining room.&lt;br /&gt;*Mom, Dad, Anne, and Steven dined in the living room.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mjKE8ALgI/AAAAAAAAAkc/E8B6ZNhZ_JA/s1600-h/DSCN1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136816243512192514" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mjKE8ALgI/AAAAAAAAAkc/E8B6ZNhZ_JA/s320/DSCN1666.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry bonding with Kathy and Anne while dinner is getting ready.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mm5U8ALjI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dHkCyomFBN4/s1600-h/DSCN1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136820353795894834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mm5U8ALjI/AAAAAAAAAk0/dHkCyomFBN4/s320/DSCN1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Joseph helping prepare dinner???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrjU8ALoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/DohBJa2QoJA/s1600-h/DSCN1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136825473396911746" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrjU8ALoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/DohBJa2QoJA/s320/DSCN1680.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running off our Thanksgiving meal......&lt;br /&gt;What is Arissa running from????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrXk8ALnI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ttvk6sxt5dY/s1600-h/DSCN1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136825271533448818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrXk8ALnI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ttvk6sxt5dY/s320/DSCN1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Arissa was almost hit with the football !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrBU8ALlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/d4d771I2ge4/s1600-h/DSCN1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136824889281359442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrBU8ALlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/d4d771I2ge4/s320/DSCN1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe "slam dunks" the ball !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrJ08ALmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/YIvV8dk3Aik/s1600-h/DSCN1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136825035310247522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mrJ08ALmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/YIvV8dk3Aik/s320/DSCN1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Arissa ..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mnJk8ALkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JzyvbxMVYRo/s1600-h/DSCN1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136820632968769090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mnJk8ALkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JzyvbxMVYRo/s320/DSCN1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Olivia................... Such talent in these ladies !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2858555208033288204?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2858555208033288204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2858555208033288204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2858555208033288204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2858555208033288204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/11/food-network-thanksgivning.html' title='The Food Network Thanksgivning'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/R0mjKE8ALgI/AAAAAAAAAkc/E8B6ZNhZ_JA/s72-c/DSCN1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3986156322107777500</id><published>2007-11-20T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:14:30.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For.....................</title><content type='html'>* my healthy mind and semi-healthy body.&lt;br /&gt;* my family......... where would I be without them?&lt;br /&gt;* my friends........... new and old.......... the old friends are still there and the new ones have added insight and advice I needed when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;* the fact that I get a 5 day Holiday weekend.................Wednesday thru Sunday !!!&lt;br /&gt;* Joshua being in my life. Even though we don't always see eye to eye, he is a brilliant, caring, young man with more insight than I realized. We will survive his teenager years!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Jerry being placed in my life and showing me how Love is supposed to be.......that someone can care about me, unconditionally. He loves me for me.&lt;br /&gt;* Maddi (MadDog)............. even though she works my nerves and licks Joshua's ears when he won't get up.................. we still love her and she can be so sweet, especially when she curls up in a ball on the bed and snores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** Anything else I have forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Safe and Happy Thanksgiving...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thankful Puddle Splasher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3986156322107777500?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3986156322107777500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3986156322107777500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3986156322107777500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3986156322107777500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful For.....................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-9214103057720386973</id><published>2007-11-11T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:01:51.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey...Wait!! Is that Jon and Kate???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why yes it is...................... Thanks to Kathy and her internet surfing abilities, she found out that Jon and Kate Gosselin ("Jon and Kate + 8") were going to be speaking at a local church. She snagged us seats for the 6:30 session last nite!! Before attending the much awaited speaking engagement, we met at O'Chucks for an early dinner. It has been a while since Mom and her 3 grown daughters have been out in public. I enjoyed the time with them...... cutting up with each other and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course when we get to the church, we immediately find the best seats............call us "front row joe's"......... we tested my camera skills, asking the lady next to us to take our picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rzco2JrmMlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cB6yIy3wRK0/s1600-h/jon+and+kate+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131615211188793938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rzco2JrmMlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cB6yIy3wRK0/s320/jon+and+kate+003.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anxiously awaiting the arrival of our heroes......... Jon and Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RzcpAZrmMmI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4M4IHgH1tJg/s1600-h/jon+and+kate+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131615387282453090" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RzcpAZrmMmI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4M4IHgH1tJg/s320/jon+and+kate+004.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Kate's story was amazing !! I got much more out of it than I thought I would. They talked about things not shown on the show. They also spoke of how God deserves all the glory they recieve each day......... what we all get each day. Nothing is possible without God and He has a plan for us ........ even when we don't realize it. I have realized that lately. When God sent me through the trial of battling an eating disorder (which is still a daily struggle), He knew what would happen and what and who was waiting for me around the corner................. I couldn't see it then. I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to trust in Him. I feel like I can do that now. Trust in God and live each day of my life to the fullest. We are not guarenteed a tomorrow.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RzcprJrmMnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nUkkHljN1-U/s1600-h/jon+and+kate+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131616121721860722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RzcprJrmMnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nUkkHljN1-U/s320/jon+and+kate+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom telling Jon about Daddy wanting to hug Aiden (the professor). Sorry Jon's eyes are closed. You can't get a decent photographer these days !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rzct75rmMoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oL7C5nAyQu4/s1600-h/br-2004-banner-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131620807531180674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rzct75rmMoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oL7C5nAyQu4/s320/br-2004-banner-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I am walking in the Buddy's Race Against Cancer. The last 2 years I have walked in Honor Mr. Hoskins. Today I will walk in Memory of him ......... As I walk, he will be with me, in my heart and in my memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RzmQb5rmMuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/tLJjgw-HE5c/s1600-h/buddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132292059379938018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RzmQb5rmMuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/tLJjgw-HE5c/s320/buddy%27s+race+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are ............... fired up and ready to walk!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Walking Pea...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-9214103057720386973?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/9214103057720386973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=9214103057720386973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9214103057720386973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/9214103057720386973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/11/heywait-is-that-jon-and-kate.html' title='Hey...Wait!! Is that Jon and Kate???'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rzco2JrmMlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cB6yIy3wRK0/s72-c/jon+and+kate+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-350689069075136907</id><published>2007-11-05T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:13:10.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know anything about me, you know the last year has been full of ups and downs for me, a soul-searching time. Last Thursday marked my 1-year anniversary of the first day of the rest of my life. I knew it was coming, the dreaded November 1st. I woke up that morning feeling alright, not really thinking about "a year ago". My morning was good. Then the afternoon came............. and I recieved a card. It was a card from a dear friend with whom I have lost touch. She told me how proud she was of me.......... that she knew it was an important day for me and that she loved me. It was then and there I fell apart. It was a good come apart........... I realized that I cannot ask for anything more in my life. I have my amazing family, old friends and new friends, and to top it off, my incredible boyfriend, Jerry. I would not be who I am today if I had not been through the last year. I would not be able to be happy and healthy (as I can be) and be able to love someone the way I do him. He is very understanding and was supportive on Thursday, even though he only knows the ME of today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for my life, every moment spent with friends and family. And as for that friend, she knows what she means to me and I feel that afternoon we began making baby steps towards a new kind of friendship................. she will always be my angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Halloween trick or treating with Jerry and the Princess and the BumbleBee....Olivia and Chloe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_HosS0O4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eDvpS0fCFNc/s1600-h/halloween+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129538002497059714" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_HosS0O4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eDvpS0fCFNc/s320/halloween+2007+005.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so neat to see them so excited. They were literally leaping from house to house. I was glad I was able to go and spend that time with them. Joshua was able to attend a church function with some friends and ended up winning $50 from a drawing they had. He had a wonderful time, even though I know Kathy is having a hard time letting him grow up, so am I !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend was relaxing yet busy, if that makes any sense. I went to Lafollette again for the weekend so that Jerry could hunt.............. woooohooooo......... what did this mean for me? Hanging out with Becky and Jerry's girls, playing and sitting around until he got back, which was around 10 that morning. We had a good time watching Jerry and Scott work on the building and be silly. Sunday, Jerry and I managed to take some time with the girls and ride down to the river bank at Norris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_DIMS0O0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/6KVty3l1H98/s1600-h/november3and4+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129533046104800066" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_DIMS0O0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/6KVty3l1H98/s320/november3and4+007.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_DZ8S0O1I/AAAAAAAAAig/9u4mvr8Aq-Q/s1600-h/november3and4+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129533351047478098" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_DZ8S0O1I/AAAAAAAAAig/9u4mvr8Aq-Q/s320/november3and4+010.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_JNcS0O5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/p9UopLN2IF0/s1600-h/november3and4+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129539733368880018" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_JNcS0O5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/p9UopLN2IF0/s320/november3and4+009.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_EwMS0O2I/AAAAAAAAAio/H7VNj_F7Xt0/s1600-h/november3and4+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;packing up, we were headed to Jerry's where his dad had cooked fried chicken and stuff............... yum yum and then it was nap time. I am still worn out today, especially because of the time change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sadder note, a dear man passed way yesterday after battling cancer for about 3 years. Sam Hoskins was the principal who hired me at Oakdale and became someone I could depend on and talk to about anything. He could bring a smile to anyone's face and would do anything for anyone. He will be dearly missed.&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/8169630657551600466-350689069075136907?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/350689069075136907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=350689069075136907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/350689069075136907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/350689069075136907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward...............'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ry_HosS0O4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/eDvpS0fCFNc/s72-c/halloween+2007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3916840351178300576</id><published>2007-10-30T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:45:54.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been 3 Weeks???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, times flies when you are having FUN!!! Fall Break was a busy week. Joshua and I were able to meet Jerry and the girls for an evening at Fountain City Park. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycUE8S0OuI/AAAAAAAAAho/nFavLHhtrNM/s1600-h/October+9+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127088775921679074" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="229" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycUE8S0OuI/AAAAAAAAAho/nFavLHhtrNM/s320/October+9+006.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Jerry and Joshua had more fun trying to peg squirrels with a football, while I was busy testing my ability on the rip slide......................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycT78S0OtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/IbgW0yZZJYE/s1600-h/October+9+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127088621302856402" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="191" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycT78S0OtI/AAAAAAAAAhg/IbgW0yZZJYE/s320/October+9+003.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think Joshua was attempting to hurl the football at Jerry !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycTp8S0OsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kAt-cJJtRiI/s1600-h/stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127088312065211074" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="225" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycTp8S0OsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kAt-cJJtRiI/s320/stuff+003.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Friday of Fall Break, Jerry came out to shoot his guns, to test them and play before he went on his hunting trip. Joshua and I were asked to come along............ but I think I asked too many questions. Joshua was able to shoot the muzzle loader and did pretty well. (Notice the puff of smoke!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycRk8S0OnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/YgM6JEvqYHE/s1600-h/October+262728+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127086027142609522" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycRk8S0OnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/YgM6JEvqYHE/s320/October+262728+002.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was busy. Not only did I take Joshua home for the weekend, but I also took Maddi to spend some quality time with her sister (Kashmir) and Kathy's kids. Joshua took this picture on our way there.............. Maddi's view from the back of the Kia..................... She is getting so big and probably weighs a good 65 lbs. She had a fun time and was apparently worn out from the activities that the boys did with her, b/c she is still laying around and sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I headed to Jacksboro after dropping them off. Jerry and his brother Scott began building a storage facility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycSM8S0OpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/pl9LmfstQhI/s1600-h/October+262728+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127086714337376914" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycSM8S0OpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/pl9LmfstQhI/s320/October+262728+006.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now know what an "auger" is............ although I may not be able to spell it. This was the first pole that went up. 23 or so more later on Saturday nite, they were done with that phase of the "barn", not "bomb" as the girls called it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycS4MS0OqI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tN-3sEiXA9Y/s1600-h/October+262728+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127087457366719138" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycS4MS0OqI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tN-3sEiXA9Y/s320/October+262728+010.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe and Olivia occupied their time in the water-less pool. I don't understand how this piece of plastic could be so much fun, but then again, I am not 5 1/2 or 4 !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we made our way to the corn maze. We stopped by Mom and Dad's for them to meet Jerry and the girls. While at the house, the girls explored every aspect of the house, and were most impressed with the number of bathrooms they had and the candy supply. They wrote with the sidewalk chalk and played frisbee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycTRcS0OrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JaVe4jSeQao/s1600-h/October+262728+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127087891158416050" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycTRcS0OrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JaVe4jSeQao/s320/October+262728+020.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the corn maze, skipping numbers only because we could never find them. Jerry and I had great fun pelting each other with corn kernels throughout the maze. I am still finding corn kernels in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycUZcS0OvI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Yd5gwIf6AWk/s1600-h/October+262728+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127089128108997362" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycUZcS0OvI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Yd5gwIf6AWk/s320/October+262728+028.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls after getting their faces painted ........ posing by the great pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycvQsS0OxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CqH_HRDBBhg/s1600-h/october262728+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127118664599091986" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycvQsS0OxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CqH_HRDBBhg/s320/october262728+033.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a hayride....................... looked at the smelly cows and then I picked a small pumpkin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready for Thanksgiving Break......................... just for a break in general. Joshua and I are doing good. We still have our moments and with basketball season beginning, we stay busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for checking in.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Puddle Peeps&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/8169630657551600466-3916840351178300576?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3916840351178300576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3916840351178300576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3916840351178300576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3916840351178300576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/10/has-it-been-3-weeks.html' title='Has it been 3 Weeks???'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RycUE8S0OuI/AAAAAAAAAho/nFavLHhtrNM/s72-c/October+9+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7144240837277632328</id><published>2007-10-08T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:43:57.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4-Wheelin and Pumpkins...........</title><content type='html'>What a busy weekend I (we) had !!! I had been asked to go riding with Jerry AND the girls this past Saturday and so I was up, showered, and at their house by 6 that morning!! Upon my arrival, I was braiding 2 heads of hair, because Daddy doesn't braid !! After loading all our gear up, we headed out, stopped for breakfast, and then headed out into the wild, blue yonder. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp_dXuwKbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0H5jEuuoEhM/s1600-h/october+6+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119044069023033778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp_dXuwKbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0H5jEuuoEhM/s320/october+6+005.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Olivia cheesin for me before we get started out on our long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp6jnuwKXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0WxsVGJlDJA/s1600-h/october+6+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119038678839077234" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp6jnuwKXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0WxsVGJlDJA/s320/october+6+016.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and I discovered what we now know is a millipede.This bad boy was as big around as my index finger!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went riding through numerous mudholes..... yes getting stuck!! Which is half the fun!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp7h3uwKZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zLaWtTLIJ58/s1600-h/october+6+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119039748285933970" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp7h3uwKZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zLaWtTLIJ58/s320/october+6+039.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry knew he wasn't going to make it through this one, but didn't care! He loved every minute of it. The girls and I loved watching him get stuck too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp643uwKYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h1vuNYIeHKY/s1600-h/october+6+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119039043911297410" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp643uwKYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h1vuNYIeHKY/s320/october+6+023.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, we tipped over on my side! I Loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;I was still in there while Jerry took this picture. I was laughing and wanted to do it again! The girls didn't think the same way I did. We were all fine and the girls were still talking about it on Sunday. I do have to mention that my right hip is slightly sore due to the roll bar on my side. It served it's purpose by keeping me in the Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp8QnuwKaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VNDxaej2OtU/s1600-h/october+6+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119040551444818338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp8QnuwKaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VNDxaej2OtU/s320/october+6+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chloe (yes, I am wearing Camo....... watch out Gander Mtn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp6YXuwKWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5lFflbSBXm8/s1600-h/october+6+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119038485565548898" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp6YXuwKWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5lFflbSBXm8/s320/october+6+009.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and her Daddy.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp5WHuwKVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DxqAiD4gAEs/s1600-h/october+6+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119037347399215442" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp5WHuwKVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DxqAiD4gAEs/s320/october+6+006.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Chloe and Olivia killing time on a break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get back to the house until 8:00. We were tired and hungry. Jerry's dad (Papaw) and brother Scott were there, so the girls were excited to tell them about us flipping sideways in the Ranger !!! Of course I had to show my pictures too! I was glad to meet his Dad and brother. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing and talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was invited to come back over to Jerry's on Sunday, not sure what we were going to do, just knowing we could spend more time together. Now that I have met the girls, I think that Jerry and I will be able to see each other more. I enjoyed being around them and have a pretty good feeling they felt the same. I was showered with hugs and kisses as I left last night. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqCfXuwKcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Oj0559rfNrw/s1600-h/october+6&amp;amp;7+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119047401917655490" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqCfXuwKcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Oj0559rfNrw/s320/october+6%267+001.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry, the Arteest, drawing an intricate design for the pumpkin. I wasn't sure he could pull off the carving from his artwork. Of course I was wrong. I underestimated his carving ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqDB3uwKdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/xY_C30Z_Pt0/s1600-h/october+6&amp;amp;7+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119047994623142354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqDB3uwKdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/xY_C30Z_Pt0/s320/october+6%267+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scooping out Pumpkin Brains..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqDXnuwKeI/AAAAAAAAAf8/uZuHUqTXAM8/s1600-h/october+6&amp;amp;7+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119048368285297122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqDXnuwKeI/AAAAAAAAAf8/uZuHUqTXAM8/s320/october+6%267+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finished product................... ooooohhhhh aaahhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqKi3uwKgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gKpntyQoqbs/s1600-h/october+6&amp;amp;7+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119056258140219906" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqKi3uwKgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gKpntyQoqbs/s320/october+6%267+012.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe demonstrates what she would look like as a pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqDqHuwKfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sz2VQbsKeWk/s1600-h/october+6&amp;amp;7+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119048686112877042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwqDqHuwKfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/sz2VQbsKeWk/s320/october+6%267+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia and Chloe in front of the pumpkin !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times, good times............ as I said earlier, I had fun and know Jerry and the girls did too. I am happy and living in the moment, for the first time in 37 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puddles and Mud............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7144240837277632328?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7144240837277632328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7144240837277632328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7144240837277632328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7144240837277632328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-wheelin-and-pumpkins.html' title='4-Wheelin and Pumpkins...........'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rwp_dXuwKbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0H5jEuuoEhM/s72-c/october+6+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2613479477296858142</id><published>2007-10-04T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:55:05.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Fall Break Yet?????</title><content type='html'>As I sit here to update, there is so much to say, yet I am at a loss for words. It seems as if the last 2 weeks have flown by...................... in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry and I are still seeing each other and are very happy. After not seeing or talking to each other for an entire weekend, we realized we really missed each other and that there is something more there....... they call it Love !! We spent most of last weekend together, yes, 4 wheeling here in scenic Roane County. Friday (the 28th) started with him coming over about 15 minutes after Joshua and I got home from school. Joshua finally got to meet the mystery man in his Aunt Carol's life. I think they hit it off and now Joshua can put a real person with the name. Jerry also went with me to take Joshua to Kathy. Saturday we went riding and exploring all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV7woUcgII/AAAAAAAAAec/gAc_m2P3GdA/s1600-h/100_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117632626963546242" style="CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV7woUcgII/AAAAAAAAAec/gAc_m2P3GdA/s320/100_1356.JPG" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of many overlooks we were able to get to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV7XIUcgHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0XHwf4h4gSo/s1600-h/100_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117632188876882034" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV7XIUcgHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0XHwf4h4gSo/s320/100_1354.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another overlook.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had no clue where we were going but I learned that I want a GPS. That little gadget is too stinkin cool. With it, we were able to make it back to the truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we also went riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV5NoUcgFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rzzyYU9abg4/s1600-h/100_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117629826644869202" style="CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV5NoUcgFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rzzyYU9abg4/s320/100_1364.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first overlook we stopped at on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV5fYUcgGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/K9NkXR78f-E/s1600-h/100_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117630131587547234" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV5fYUcgGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/K9NkXR78f-E/s320/100_1365.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from this overlook was absolutely unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwWJCYUcgKI/AAAAAAAAAes/vxsaS4PDp3M/s1600-h/100_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117647225557385378" style="CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwWJCYUcgKI/AAAAAAAAAes/vxsaS4PDp3M/s320/100_1374.JPG" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we ended up by I-40 and about 3 hours away from the truck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up calling my friend Crystal (she was glad to finally met him too)and her husband Zac to come get us and take us back to the truck so that we wouldn't have to back track and waste time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV-DIUcgJI/AAAAAAAAAek/TVenVAEJZ-Q/s1600-h/100_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117635143814381714" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV-DIUcgJI/AAAAAAAAAek/TVenVAEJZ-Q/s320/100_1371.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry posing at the Power lines ..................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed to go see Anne at the hospital (see the link for her blog) and needed to get ready. We got back home about 2, he left, and I got ready and went and saw Anne. Our plan was to meet back up that evening since I would be near his house. When I called him, he said he had gotten the girls for a little bit and they were at the park. He invited me to the park so that I could meet them !!!!! I was not prepared for that. I have mentioned that it would be a big step and it took me off guard. Thank goodness Anne and Steven were around to calm me down. The park and meeting the girls went great. Olivia is 5 and Chloe is 3 1/2. We had a good time and played until almost dark, when Jerry left to take them back to their mom. I waited on him to do that and then followed him to his house and ate dinner. I had a great weekend and am so blessed to have a man in my life who loves me for who I am....... the real me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua is having his moments. He is testing me and I am attempting to handle those moments the best I can. He started basketball practice this week and it has managed to wear him out!! Looks like I am going to start getting Really busy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week is our Fall Break. I have doctors appointments and Joshua has ball practice. We will be busy and relaxing at the same time. As long as I am not in school for a week, I don't care what I do. I might break out the cleaning supplies and clean this house............ or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good, Joshua is good, Maddi is good, and I am good............... and I can't wait for next week and Fall Break !!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splashing through the puddles............................. until next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2613479477296858142?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2613479477296858142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2613479477296858142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2613479477296858142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2613479477296858142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-fall-break-yet.html' title='Is it Fall Break Yet?????'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RwV7woUcgII/AAAAAAAAAec/gAc_m2P3GdA/s72-c/100_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2442634568506150433</id><published>2007-09-22T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:32:20.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say Warm Fuzzies????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2tt5ZAXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DSN5seKPLIo/s1600-h/september+15+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113053110991389042" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2tt5ZAXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DSN5seKPLIo/s320/september+15+021.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal &amp;amp; I passing the time at Parent Teacher Conferences.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2l95ZAWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/J5W1pEiiC3I/s1600-h/september+15+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052977847402850" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2l95ZAWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/J5W1pEiiC3I/s320/september+15+018.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "daughter" Talisa and I killing time in 4th Block...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week (actually past month) has been absolutely amazing for me !!!! Even though we were at Parent-Teacher Conferences, my friend Crystal and I were happy. I was really happy because Jerry had an unexpected evening free and we were going to do something after I got done. Thanks to a friend at school, Joshua was going to spend the nite with her, so I wouldn't have to worry about what time I got home. Jerry and I ended up meeting in Clinton, grabbing some Wendy's chicken nuggets, and heading to Norris Dam State Park. We had a wonderful time as always. We have grown closer and I felt it was time for me to tell him "my story". I was waiting for the right time, not wanting to scare him off........This man is amazing and caring and everything in between. He was not scared off and doesn't think I am a freak. He said it explained some of the things I had said or done and was thankful I trusted him and NO, I didn't scare him off. I will remember that conversation and how he treated me that night for as long as I can. As our evening ended, we knew it would be another week before we would see each other again. He had a trip planned with his buddies for the weekend and was so excited to be going. BUT on Friday, I got another expected e-mail from him.............. his trip was cancelled and he had the weekend free and wanted to know if I wanted to spend it with him....... DUH, heck yeah. So we had a wonderful weekend together. We went to Ozone Falls and Frozen Head State Park on Sunday........... yes, I went hiking, a leisurely stroll for him, a workout for me. I love being with him and love being outside and experiencing everything it has to offer. I was told on Sunday if we were going to keep seeing each other, I would have to invest in hiking boots. Apparently Adidas tennis shoes are not proper attire for the great outdoors!!!!!!! I will also be "tested" in the hunting department. Hunting season starts today and that is where Jerry is today. Sitting perched in some tree attempting to harm deer...... fine with me. After what Daisy Doe did to my car this summer, I say kill them all !!&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us knows what the future holds, but we both care about each other, are taking it date by date, and know how the other one feels. We have great communication skills and I can totally be myself........something I haven't had before........ and yes, I am rambling. I am happy to have someone, whom I never expected and was definitely not planning on, to be in my life. I would never had imagined we would still be together after that first date/meeting on July 10th.......... Life does sneak up on ya sometimes, when you are least expecting it. I am having to balance school, being a aunt/parent, and now having a boyfriend. Joshua has been amazing and understanding about Jerry. He has told me for so long that he wants to meet the person who makes his Aunt Carol so happy. I don't know when that will be. I want to meet Jerry's girls before I have him meet my family. To both of us, that is the next big step. He is a huge part of my life and am thankful he is the last person I think about at night and the first one in the morning and pretty much all thru the day................... and yep, I am rambling and happy, happy, happy.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from Sunday.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2Dd5ZASI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-uNHpaehPY8/s1600-h/september+15+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052385141915938" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2Dd5ZASI/AAAAAAAAAcM/-uNHpaehPY8/s320/september+15+003.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry telling me to put down my camera on the way down to the bottom of the waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2Pt5ZATI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gtGtU21-G0s/s1600-h/september+15+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052595595313458" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2Pt5ZATI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gtGtU21-G0s/s320/september+15+007.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry down at the bottom of Ozone Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2YN5ZAUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/18OHP5YuH5Q/s1600-h/september+15+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052741624201538" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2YN5ZAUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/18OHP5YuH5Q/s320/september+15+016.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great self portrait at Frozen Head....... check out the waterfall in between our heads...... Am I good or what???? Check out my blue-eyed cutie in his stellar safari hat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking on me............... Taking life One Day At a Time.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2442634568506150433?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2442634568506150433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2442634568506150433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2442634568506150433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2442634568506150433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-friend-crystal-and-i-passing-time-at.html' title='Can you say Warm Fuzzies????'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RvU2tt5ZAXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DSN5seKPLIo/s72-c/september+15+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-2644659416588840959</id><published>2007-09-09T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:34:59.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up"Dates" and Straight up Bored .........</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't updated in a while......... I am waiting for the Parents to say something at any moment, so I thought I would beat them to the punch !!!&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy being Aunt Mommy............... which is going well. Joshua is loving school and doing well in all his classes. He is slowly, but surely making new friends. We have settled into our daily routine. Maddi still likes Joshua better ........... I am just the one who feeds and waters her. I have discovered that if Joshua oversleeps, Maddi enjoys leaping on him and licking his ears. He doesn't enjoy it as much as she does. I love watching him play hide n seek with Maddi. He cracks himself up and I just sit back and laugh at them both........ Joshua hiding and Maddi pacing back and forth trying to find him............ They both make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Carol (yes there is another Carol Stratman) , Uncle Chuck, and cousin Christopher came in for the Bristol race. We all met at the Mellow Mushroom for dinner........... It was great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpHWR_qtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-tCjdtnG3ZI/s1600-h/100_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108253083561863890" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="192" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpHWR_qtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-tCjdtnG3ZI/s320/100_1294.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Carol and Uncle Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpVGR_quI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KF6gMO_We2s/s1600-h/100_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108253319785065186" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpVGR_quI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KF6gMO_We2s/s320/100_1295.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQoqWR_qqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/njdca0uUZMc/s1600-h/100_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108252585345657506" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQoqWR_qqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/njdca0uUZMc/s320/100_1301.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher and Isaiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQo02R_qrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/65TdLuFxE4w/s1600-h/100_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108252765734283954" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQo02R_qrI/AAAAAAAAAbU/65TdLuFxE4w/s320/100_1296.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpbmR_qvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/uiNITNYfI4U/s1600-h/100_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108253431454214898" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpbmR_qvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/uiNITNYfI4U/s320/100_1117.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arissa and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQog2R_qpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NgVpJvm9skY/s1600-h/100_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108252422136900242" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="187" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQog2R_qpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NgVpJvm9skY/s320/100_1291.JPG" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy Girls (Anne on Pain meds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQo7WR_qsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/i7KInIHsDsI/s1600-h/100_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108252877403433666" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQo7WR_qsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/i7KInIHsDsI/s320/100_1297.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and the back of Kamry (Talk about Goofy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne had her surgery August 29th and is recovering slowly. I believe she is off the demoral and can now remember events and facts told to her. I have spent the last week and a half hearing and telling the same details. It is something to look back and laugh at eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't scare Jerry off after our 4 wheeling adventure. We went on our first real Date last Saturday. We went to dinner and a movie. Of course it was fun !!! We had time to kill before our SuperCheesy movie and I got my butt kicked at Air Hockey..........This past Thursday evening we met for dinner and bowling (my arms and legs are still feeling the effects). I do have to brag and state that I was somewhat better than he was at bowling. I didn't get beat until the last 2 frames. By that point my arm was spaghetti.......... He has mentioned Golf for something to do Next........ I hoping he is talking about the kind of golf that involves windmills and clown faces, and not golf carts and the open fields. I don't care what we do. We enjoy each other's company and that is all that matters at this point. Time will tell and that is perfectly fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending a very HOT little league football game to watch Kamry and Arissa do their cheer dance, I came home and realized that I had nothing to do but grade papers. I didn't want to do that, so I dragged out the straightener and camera and straightened my hair. Boredom had definitely set in. I had no plans............... no date (Jerry has his girls this week)........ no nothin !!!! This is the finished product. At least I know my hair can look decent straight, or curly. I like it both ways.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQd-2R_qlI/AAAAAAAAAak/LOtWRc8mmZ8/s1600-h/me+phone+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108240842905070162" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQd-2R_qlI/AAAAAAAAAak/LOtWRc8mmZ8/s320/me+phone+outside.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you are thinking, "Get this girl a life, self-portraits????"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in................... until my next post....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busy But Happy Puddle Splasher : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-2644659416588840959?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/2644659416588840959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=2644659416588840959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2644659416588840959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/2644659416588840959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates-and-straight-up-bored.html' title='Up&quot;Dates&quot; and Straight up Bored .........'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RuQpHWR_qtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-tCjdtnG3ZI/s72-c/100_1294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1017153988876004667</id><published>2007-08-19T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:19:09.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat is on......</title><content type='html'>***** Happy 57th Birthday to my Daddy !!!!!  *****&lt;br /&gt;As we began last week, it looked like it would be our first full week of school and it started Monday with Parents Night ....... yes, stay all day and then chat with parents from 5 - 8. I thought I would be bored and maybe have a few parents stop by. I ended up staying quite busy and was pleasantly surprised at the number of parents I met. One of my favorite parents was Kathy : ) She appeared to be frazzled and nervous as she entered my classroom. Gimme a break...... it's just me. Well, she was nervous, because she had never been inside the school and was apprehensive about meeting Joshua's teachers. Mr. Reeder (science) was her first stop and they chatted for a while. I am not sure about what. Being that she knows him b/c he is Yvette's husband probably entitled them to some socialization. Her next stop was Mrs. Human. Oh, Mrs. Human. She is a different kind of person, a decent teacher, but just plain different. Kathy spent a little bit in there and then finally came to talk to Joshua's big, bad, Math teacher, his Aunt Carol. Well that little visit lasted a mere five minutes and she was asking where Ms. Michele's room was (they are friends) ........ that was the last time I saw her until it was time to leave. Yes, she spent approximately an hour socializing with Kim and Michele in elementary land............ I am so feelin the love..................... Joshua and I were glad she could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday we got out at 1:00 , as we did the remainder of the week, due to temperatures in the upper 90's, non-airconditioned buses, and many (around 50 county-wide) classrooms without AC units that work. Joshua hadn't been feeling well. I thought it was allergies. At 11:30 that evening, I was literally jolted awake to "Aunt Carol, I have a nose bleed....." and he wasn't lying. Sure enough, I was cleaning up blood and a teenager and getting the nose to stop bleeding. Good times.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, we had decided to go to Knox. for some errands. Joshua complained of his ears hurting, so I called Kathy and asked about the doctor and we were off to the walk-in clinic and being diagnosed with an ear infection. Go Aunt Carol.......... CHaching........ visits to Grandma, Kathy, gas station, and Walmart, we were on our way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was boring and hot and boring. I unexpectedly didn't feel so well. I will suffice it to say that my lower back was hurting and I was cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was crazy...... I had bus duty on a morning when they are re-doing the gym floors and flipflopping our schedule. Those kids didn't know whether to scratch their watch or wind their butt. I was beyond ready to come home. An hour nap later and I was still pretty useless. It was okay, b.c i needed to get to bed early for my 4 AM wake-up to meet a friend for a day of four-wheeling in the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was my first experience going 4 wheeling. Thank the Lord I was with a seasoned professional. I so would have gotten lost. I am not sure I would even know how to drive that daggum thing. After meeting Jerry (a new friend) at 6 in the morning, gassing up the truck, getting supplies for the day, and eating at Cracker Barrel, we were in the woods by 8:30. I had already done more in 2 and half hours than most people do in a day..... : ) I was okay and knew I was safe as safe could be, but then I had to go potty. So many thoughts ran through my head...... where do I squat, how do I politely ask for the toilet paper and most importantly, please don't let me go to the potty on myself. By the 3rd time, I was such a pro. No problems. We rode around for hours .......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYo2R_qjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FKZ-xMt3mqw/s1600-h/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100564774274443826" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="139" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYo2R_qjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FKZ-xMt3mqw/s320/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+019.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking breaks looking out over various overlooks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYI2R_qgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wNjUDwGVPK8/s1600-h/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100564224518629890" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYI2R_qgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wNjUDwGVPK8/s320/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+005.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving through misc. mud puddles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYdWR_qiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-m4Cni_pDkM/s1600-h/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100564576705948194" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYdWR_qiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-m4Cni_pDkM/s320/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+013.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving over huge rocks like it was nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing, snacking, talking, and eventually flinging mud on each other. By this point, I was already pelted with some sort of berries from some random foliage that we passed, hit and they so politely splattered all over my shorts. I don't think Shout is going to save them at this point. It was worth it b/c I had fun, learned alot, got to experience something I never had, and had the opportunity to get to know Jerry a little better. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYAmR_qfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4wxXdd2Vj74/s1600-h/165337194110_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100564082784709106" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="158" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYAmR_qfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4wxXdd2Vj74/s320/165337194110_0_ALB.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope I don't scare him off and he asks me to go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was however dissappointed in the lack of water. It is sad that we haven't had enough rain to supply the waterfall we saw that looked like trickles of water instead. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYR2R_qhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FREJp5AjOs0/s1600-h/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100564379137452562" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="113" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYR2R_qhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FREJp5AjOs0/s320/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+009.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back to my car about 6:45 and I was on my way home. Exhausted and dirty..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exhausted Mud Puddler........&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/8169630657551600466-1017153988876004667?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1017153988876004667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1017153988876004667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1017153988876004667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1017153988876004667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/08/heat-is-on.html' title='The Heat is on......'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RsjYo2R_qjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FKZ-xMt3mqw/s72-c/August+18+trip+with+Jerry+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1342813428306509062</id><published>2007-08-10T18:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:48:20.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts...............</title><content type='html'>Joshua and I have survived our first week together under the same roof, but not without some memorable moments for Me and him .................. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday I ventured in to Crock Pot Land, throwing chuck roast, corn, carrots, new potatoes, and beef broth in it before leaving for my teacher work day. We had errands to run so when I came home, I noticed this smell as soon as I walked into the house........... what was the smell you ask? It was DINNER........... yes, fully cooked, semi-healthy, mouth-watering food. Josh was so excited and said that it was delicious and I did great, since I don't cook........ THIS IS A FIRST&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;Wednesday was our first day of school. Josh spent his half-day with the 7th graders b/c we thought he would be held back. We came home, only to have to go back up to school so that I could have a meeting with the powers that be to see if Joshua could be promoted to the 8th Grade. I have always been the classroom teacher on the other side of the table. That day, I was the Parent.................. THIS IS A FIRST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was another momentous occasion............ &lt;strong&gt;the turning on of the oven&lt;/strong&gt;. I honestly cannot tell you the last time I turned it on. I made Joshua come into the kitchen in case I needed him to call 911 and to photograph the occasion. The pictures below tell our story of the awesome fish sticks ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrzy4F1ZMsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EJne1l7iURw/s1600-h/July+17+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097215923729281730" style="CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrzy4F1ZMsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EJne1l7iURw/s320/July+17+080.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing blew up as I turned on the oven......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrzzul1ZMtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/b6AhNz6ON-Q/s1600-h/July+17+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097216860032152274" style="CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrzzul1ZMtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/b6AhNz6ON-Q/s320/July+17+082.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing the oven actually works, I place the fish sticks into the oven........... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0A11ZMuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WMRhdzZmQ1Q/s1600-h/July+17+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097217173564764898" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="192" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0A11ZMuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WMRhdzZmQ1Q/s320/July+17+083.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, due to some apparent item burning off (possibly dust) the smoke alarm went off.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0gl1ZMvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JY4Sv_H7oPg/s1600-h/July+17+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097217719025611506" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="205" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0gl1ZMvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JY4Sv_H7oPg/s320/July+17+084.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finished product...Fish sticks, ala Aunt Carol...they were tasty and ....... THIS IS A FIRST &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 I totally missed the actual first day of school, I thought I would take a picture of Joshua's First day of 8th Grade........... You know technically he was in 7th Grade on Wednesday. Yes, Joshua was promoted to the 8th Grade and with that comes either a blessing or a curse......... The kid will have his Aunt Carol (aka Ms. Stratman) for Math ......... ALL YEAR...... THIS IS DEFINITELY A FIRST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0ql1ZMwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u1454e2eZkM/s1600-h/July+17+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097217890824303362" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0ql1ZMwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u1454e2eZkM/s320/July+17+086.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hurry up Aunt Carol and take the picture"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0xV1ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SMBQ10z659E/s1600-h/July+17+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097218006788420370" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="209" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrz0xV1ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SMBQ10z659E/s320/July+17+087.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did I do that?"&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;strong&gt;Thanks for checking on us and continue to keep my family in your prayers. &lt;/strong&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/8169630657551600466-1342813428306509062?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1342813428306509062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1342813428306509062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1342813428306509062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1342813428306509062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/08/firsts.html' title='Firsts...............'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rrzy4F1ZMsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/EJne1l7iURw/s72-c/July+17+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-5460276044753869693</id><published>2007-08-04T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:32:59.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna be a Mommy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, made ya look ................... Before I update what is going on, I will explain the meaning of the title of this blog. I don't anyone freaking out ........... Here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend....... I had been thinking about something for a while, but on a drive to Oak Ridge (I think to get my nails done) something came over me. I can't explain it. I honestly believe it was God talking to me.  I had to pray and talk to my family before I could be 100% sure I wanted to take on the task God had handed me.  2 weeks later I was talking to Kathy and then Joshua (her middle child). With support from her and others in my life, Joshua will be going to Oakdale for the school year. He will live with me (and Maddi) from Sunday night to Friday afternoon.  I have temporary guardianship of him and as of July 31st, he is officially enrolled in Oakdale School. He and I have spent some trial nights together, cleaning and arranging his room, as well as letting him experience the OCD side of his Aunt Carol. He has seen that I was not kidding when I said "if we can't nuke it, we can't eat it"...... I am hoping to blow the dust out of the crock pot and possibly create healthy meals in the ceramic vat of wonder. I am very positive about the upcoming school year, for me and for him. He needs a break from his current school system and a second chance at success. He is brilliant and I want him to prove to himself how well he can do. I know it is a huge undertaking. I have weighed all the pro's and considers. There will be ups and downs. I have been through enough to know that not everyday will be roses and that life will hand us thorns along the way. He and I will be going to (different) therapy along the way. Please pray for us and keep us in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank first and foremost, KATHY.......... she has trusted me with her child, her flesh and blood. I feel blessed that she trusts me to do what she is doing. I can never thank her enough. I hope I don't let her or Joshua down. I cannot imagine how she feels and that part of heart will be empty while mine begins to open more. I know she wants the best for Joshua and for me.&lt;br /&gt;Onto the school year.................. Last week was insane. I attended a "Math" inservice with 5 other peers that ended up not even being about Math. We are, however, School Performance Coaches in our school. We are trained and training to implement small, gradual changes in our school, starting with the classroom. I am excited and ready for them to begin. I have gotten positive responses from everyone I have to suggested changes to so far. My classroom is ready to go. I now need to sit down and start planning for the first weeks of school. My classes are the same........... 6th grade Science and 8th Grade Math. In looking at last year's test scores, I was so excited to see that my kids did so well on the Math. I had my biggest percentage of advance scores I have ever had. My principal was stoked to see how well the middle school Math scores were this past year. Mike, Heath, and I are obviously doing a great job. We needed that encouragement in an age when Mr. Bush wants No Child Left Behind. He should come to the Math department in Oakdale's Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am missing some things that have been going on, but this is all that is on my mind at this moment. Again, please keep me and my family in your prayers as the school year begins. Thanks for checking in on me and please send Kathy an email to update her blog. (sorry Kathy, it had to be done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol, Maddi, and Joshua (my newest puddle splasher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-5460276044753869693?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5460276044753869693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=5460276044753869693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5460276044753869693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5460276044753869693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-gonna-be-mommy.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna be a Mommy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-39104654894636478</id><published>2007-07-20T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:18:58.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt, singers, salt, sunburn, salt, and shopping....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RqDwRSnhbfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9x0U7lagkd4/s1600-h/freemans+walk+to+ocean+closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We (myself and the Freeman's) are back from Hilton Head.................. pooped and still finding sand in misc. places. The pictures of our trip will be on a slide show here soon.........&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to unpack, get my laundry done, and wash a very muddy Maddi.......................&lt;br /&gt;We had fun this week and I am so glad that everything worked out and that Steven was able to join us.&lt;br /&gt;We left&lt;strong&gt; Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; morning. I had my car loaded (yes my car..... i finally got it back July 11th) and put Maddi in the back to head to Anne's. Upon my arrival, I let Maddi out into the backyard to play with T-Bone. They weren't too sure of each other, but it wasn't long before T-Bone thought Maddi was a hottie and proceeded to attempt to show her.............. I was freaking out! My baby was appearing to be violated! Anne was equally freaked out! We ended up separating them, putting Maddi in the other half of the backyard. It was then off to attempt to pack Anne's car. It did not matter how many ways we rearranged the trunk, Steven's golf clubs were always left out. After being eaten alive by mosquitoes and sweating profusely, we decided to take my car as well........................ so we loaded the leftovers and of course, Isaiah and Arissa, into my car, we were off. Off to the Oak Ridge Starbucks............ then we were off. We stopped for lunch and kept on trucking...... through the mountains (curves, curves, and more curves)........... went through a couple of tunnels and kept on until we hit Hilton Head about 6 that evening. We got checked in to our hotel room, changed into our bathing suits and headed out to the beach. It was so fun to see the kids reaction to the ocean and the waves. I know they had a great time. After playing in the ocean, we went to check out the shops and find something to eat. We ended up eating outside, in our wet bathing suits and windblown hair. Our motto: "We are on vacay, who cares!". (like we will ever see those people again). They all danced to the tone-deaf reggae singer (who made up his own version of Margaritaville) and had fun! After dinner, Arissa, Isaiah and myself decided we would walk back to the hotel and let Steve and Anne drive the car back over there. About half way back I hear my name called and like a dork, I wave, thinking it is Anne and Steve driving by.......NOT.... I had the car keys in my bag and it was them yelling at us from the sidewalk. Classic Memory! That nite, Steven ended up finding 2 unchained bicycles and decided he needed to use them. He and Anne went for a ride, then Isaiah and Arissa. Arissa came back early b/c she was forced to ride in the baby seat on the back of Steve's bike and she said it was very shaky and she was scared. We all stayed up until about 1 in the morning.......... b/c we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;........................ Steven gets us up at 10. I know why I am thankful I do not live with the man..... he is very loud and annoying if you are not a morning person! I need peace and quiet and coffee before I can get motivated. We all got into our bathing suits, packed our beach bags and headed for day one of sun and fun. Anne and I dropped the kids and Steven at the beach + all our beach supplies and headed for the grocery store. We needed snacks and waters and other items not on our list. We got to them about noon, feeling confident we would be able to find the massive, beachball looking umbrella on the beach......... NOT. Hello..... we are not the only ones with that umbrella. Try about 4 others in our area. We found them and got to relaxing and tanning. I laid out for a mere 2 hours and yes, got slightly fried. The 2o minutes that Anne was in the ocean, she managed to get a sunburn as well. We came back to the pool at the hotel, for a prewash (getting the sand off of us) and hung out while Steve golfed. We showered and rested and headed off to Captain Woody's for dinner. I liked it and ended up with a cute pink t-shirt. We came back to the hotel and the kids swam for about 30 minutes, then we went up to get ready for bed. Anne and Steve took a walk, so me and the kiddies bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday..............&lt;/strong&gt;Arissa and I woke up before everyone else and decided we would go explore the free continental breakfast in our pj's. She thought is was funny. We didn't care. We ate cereal, split a waffle and grabbed apples for later. She and I had great fun, just me and her, bonding and talking. When we got back, we informed everyone of the eats and off Steven and Isaiah went. Due to the day before, our beach plan were halted for the day. Steven took the kids down to the pool and i joined them later. Anne did not budge from the room, instead she basked in the air conditioned room and took Benedryl to counteract the sunburn. Steve went to play golf and Isaiah and I trecked to the mainland to the Target. We got what we needed and some things we didn't, stopped at ChikFilA to pick up lunch, and headed back to Arissa and Anne. Anne was still asleep and Arissa had helped herself to my camera to occupy her time. She took pictures of everything in our room!! Good times, Good times...... We had made reservations for a dolphin cruise that evening. Isaiah was the most excited. He could hardly wait. We boarded the boat and sat there for 20 minutes until it took off. Everyone had their cameras ready in anticipation of the dolphins......... it was really neat to see them glide through the water. But after seeing them for an hour, I had lost my excitement. When we got done, we stopped at a pizza joint on the way to the hotel and brought it back, to eat in our room. I had a salad with no utensils (oops we forgot to ask for them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;........... we got up early again and the kids and steven and anne headed to breakfast. When they got back, we loaded up and went to the beach, slathered in SPF 50!!!! Anne and I made sure we were completely covered by the umbrella. At one point, we were not covered, due to the fact that our umbrella uprooted itself, hitting me in the head and toppling over. We did think it was funny. It was a beautiful day, a cool breeze, and we stayed out for about 4 hours. THe kids dug a hole and then buried their feet in it, we played in the waves, and had a wonderful time. We went back to the hotel and jumped and played in the pool. We got ready for our farewell family pics on the beach. That was an experience..... hair blowing all over the place, sand all over your butt and legs again. We walked around the shops and found somewhere to eat dinner. It was good but overpriced ( i thought so anyway) and hot and muggy inside. When we finished dinner, we walked around the shops, listened to more bad singing, and took a final walk on the beach in the dark, which freaked me out. I made sure i kept my distance from the water. On our way back to the hotel that evening, Arissa and I walked together, talking about all kinds of things, making special memories and moments. OCD Anne ended up packing most of their stuff and taking it to the car. We were ready for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;..................... we got up, loaded the cars, and went to get breakfast before hitting the road home. Arissa ended up hurling on our way home, this included the inside of the car and the side of the interstate. Other than that, our trip was fine. When I got to Anne's, I knew that it had stormed that day. I was stunned to see Maddi, at least I thought it was Maddi, wet and muddy from head to tail. I got her in the car and came home, without unloading the car, she went straight to the tub. Of course, I needed a shower after that!! We spent the rest of our nite doing laundry and unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;....... I am not at all motivated to clean my house, which needs it very badly. My head hurts and I don't feel so well. May be it was too much beach..................... NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pooped Puddle Splashers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-39104654894636478?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/39104654894636478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=39104654894636478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/39104654894636478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/39104654894636478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/07/salt-singers-salt-sunburn-salt-and.html' title='Salt, singers, salt, sunburn, salt, and shopping....'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-6196582091266507775</id><published>2007-07-06T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:36:28.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell's and the Fourth</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with one of my former cheerleaders on Monday afternoon. I met Kirsten when she was in the 7th grade, had her for all of 8th grade and then she cheered for me for 3 years (until I gave it up). I used to take her to and from school, building a bond no one will ever be able to take from us. Yes, we got on each others nerves, like most adult/teenager relationships, but I know we have always loved one another. At my worst, she loved me. She is now a senior and moving to Missouri tomorrow (the 7th). She has gone from braces to lightened hair, becoming a beautiful young lady. I will miss her and all her goofy sayings, quirks, and dancing. I will definitely miss her smile, never ending supply of hugs, and her being my Stratman Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5eNEAETUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-cISrF9T9Fo/s1600-h/july+6+upload+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084104607853202754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5eNEAETUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-cISrF9T9Fo/s320/july+6+upload+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5bFUAETTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3JQJWCLJwP8/s1600-h/july4-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084101176174333234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5bFUAETTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/3JQJWCLJwP8/s320/july4-3.gif" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so Daddy doesn't really look like this and I don't think I have ever seen him wear a goofy hat while grilling, But he did grill and it was &lt;strong&gt;Steak&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Daddy Steak&lt;/strong&gt;! There is nothing like it and us girls swear by them. No one will ever grill a steak as well as he does. After sleeping my days away due to a sinus infection, I decided to call mom and ask if they were grilling on the 4th. My mouth started watering when she mentioned steak. Long story short, I took a shower and loaded Maddi in the back of the rental (yes I still have it!!) and off we went to Grandma and Grandpa's........ Our steak was perfect as usual and they fixed baked potatoes and steamed broccoli.... it was so good!!! I didn't want Maddi to feel left out so I had brought her little canine cuisine of filet mignon to mix with her puppy chow. She loved it as she always does and her grandparents spoiled her with small pieces of fat from their steak. She was a good puppy, wrestling with her Grandpa and chewing on her rawhide bones. We had fun, Maddi was worn out, and am thankful Mom and Dad let us crash their cookout!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5e6EAETVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/EV82SoKj8cU/s1600-h/july+6+upload+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105380947316050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5e6EAETVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/EV82SoKj8cU/s320/july+6+upload+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is Maddi biting on her Grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5fSEAETWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BroVrcPibUM/s1600-h/july+6+upload+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084105793264176482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5fSEAETWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BroVrcPibUM/s320/july+6+upload+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Come on Grandpa, I wanna play with the ball"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-6196582091266507775?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/6196582091266507775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=6196582091266507775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6196582091266507775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/6196582091266507775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewells-and-fourth.html' title='Farewell&apos;s and the Fourth'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Ro5eNEAETUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-cISrF9T9Fo/s72-c/july+6+upload+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8924281800728839961</id><published>2007-06-30T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:08:05.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy, Answer Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RoZgKEAETSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ITiTed6L8po/s1600-h/jimmy+answer+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081854955523165474" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RoZgKEAETSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ITiTed6L8po/s320/jimmy+answer+me.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Is this not the funniest picture?  I have laughed everytime I see it or think about it. It is amazing how a funny picture can change your mood. I have needed it the last 2 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been kinda blah and believe it stems from the fact that it will be another stinkin' week before I get my car back. I want it to be right................ but enough is enough. First it is the O2 sensor, then the head gasket, now it is leaking coolant and has some sort of code showing up. They are now telling me Wednesday, hello that is July 4th.......... can we shoot for Tuesday???? Pleassssssssssseeeee.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be worse, alot worse, and I realize that.......I am thankful I have a rental car.  I do have a way to get around. I also am thankful for insurance and that they are footing the entire bill minus my deductible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished summer school on the 22nd so I have been doing whatever I want, whenever I want. Wednesday I went to the pool with Anne and the kids + Joshua. No, I didn't wear sunscreen but I am okay, a little red, but fine. Laying out in the sun led to Anne and I deciding that we wanted to go to the beach, how much we could afford, and booking a 4 day trip to Hilton Head, SC for July 15th......... the kids are very excited. I am too. I have never been. My only dilemma now is who will watch my little puddle splasher (we have asked her Grandma and Grandpa). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I had a doctors appointment, which ended up being a bonding session with Kathy in that I picked her up from work and took her to get her car (was in shop, now back at shop too..... sensing a pattern with us?) then bonded with her boys (the lecturing bond that is). I was whooped when I got home. THat is the most I had done in 4 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is Saturday. 3 weeks since I got my car. Sporting the Malibu Max (imagine malibu with hatch back --- think station wagon). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping I get Sophie by Tuesday and not holding my breathe,     Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RoZgKEAETSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ITiTed6L8po/s1600-h/jimmy+answer+me.jpg"&gt;&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/8169630657551600466-8924281800728839961?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8924281800728839961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8924281800728839961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8924281800728839961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8924281800728839961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/06/jimmy-answer-me.html' title='Jimmy, Answer Me!!!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RoZgKEAETSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ITiTed6L8po/s72-c/jimmy+answer+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1922949665462152209</id><published>2007-06-16T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:25:35.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week.................</title><content type='html'>I am surviving with out my new ride, now named Sophie. I hate the rental car. It wiggles and jiggles much like Jell-O. They say it will be another week until I get her back. I am hoping by this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week was unexpectedly busy. With summer school and appointments, I was on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I wanted to return Mom's car to her and so I headed to Knox. to meet Anne after her doctor's appt. Well, one thing led to another and Kathy ended up getting me after she got off work and took me home. It was God's way of saying that I needed to spend that time with Kathy. Kathy and I ended up REALLY talking Monday nite. Apparently I said some things that struck a cord with her and allowed her to let go of some issues. She seems to think I helped, but she said some things to me the next day that hit home with me and has allowed me to get even stronger. Hey Kathy..... those ancient words of wisdom swing both ways..... Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening, I was chillin' here at home when Anne called to say that they had an emergency and Arissa needed her Aunt Carol to meet them at Children's Hospital. Arissa had a slight mishap with her bike and proceeded to "burn" a chunk out of her knee and elbow. She is healing nicely, having to go through the same recovery as a burn patient. Anne says she handles it the best she can. I am thankful she asked me to come to her and of course I immediately jumped in the crappy rental and woggedy down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Father's Day and a special day for me and my daddy...... yes, there are two more sisters, but this last year has shown me the kind of father I have. One full of compassion, a heart bigger than you can imagine, and love for me I had never known until November. I now know my Daddy will go to the ends of the earth for us and do whatever he has to get the best for us girls, even if it eats him up inside. For that, I will forever be grateful........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1922949665462152209?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1922949665462152209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1922949665462152209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1922949665462152209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1922949665462152209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-week.html' title='Another week.................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8374689776061968663</id><published>2007-06-11T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:09:04.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29 hours ..........................................</title><content type='html'>A mere 29 hours after driving my New car off of the lot........................BAM................ Daisy Deer decides to leap across Gallaher Rd. in Kingston and mess up my new ride!!! She hit me, I did not hit her. Had she been standing in the road and gazed at me upon my arrival, then yes, I would have hit her. But instead, she leaps out of nowhere onto the front of my car. I yelled words I shouldn't have, turned around to see Daisy flailing on the side of the rode, then headed for the BP to assess the damages. (Directly after hitting Daisy I called Anne and vented!!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3xX7LrIOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YVH9EQdXYKg/s1600-h/deer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074977748442357986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3xX7LrIOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YVH9EQdXYKg/s320/deer+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided I wanted to drive it home since it appeared driveable and it was 1:30 in the morning. With the Lord by my side, I safely slid the car into the garage, where she resided until 1:45 this afternoon when Eddie's Auto Body sent a tow truck to get her. &lt;/div&gt;                                            &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3uKLLrIMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/cj_rjQj2UkY/s1600-h/deer+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074974213684273346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3uKLLrIMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/cj_rjQj2UkY/s320/deer+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2 in the morning, nothing ever seems that bad. Yesterday afternoon, Anne and Steve brought me Mom's car to use since she is still in Florida taking care of her mom. Upon further examination of said damage, we realized that it wasn't fiberglass like I thought it was, it was deer hair and deer blood          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3ve7LrINI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Vjer0S9RmQs/s1600-h/deer+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074975669678186706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3ve7LrINI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Vjer0S9RmQs/s320/deer+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       and who knows what else. Any one that knows me, knows that I am a city girl to the tee.............. deer anything does not appeal to me. My father and a guy friend of mine even asked if I stopped and put the deer in my car to bring home?????? What are they on??? Hellllo .............. yucky, I am not into deer jerky, deer stew, or anything that starts with deer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of my story is that I have not been upset to the extent it sent me into a come apart. I have laughed and smiled about it. They have already called with the estimate and thank God I have insurance..................$5181.97.................... and a rental car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh yeah, I am okay. Airbags never budged!!)&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/8169630657551600466-8374689776061968663?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8374689776061968663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8374689776061968663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8374689776061968663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8374689776061968663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/06/29-hours.html' title='29 hours ..........................................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rm3xX7LrIOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YVH9EQdXYKg/s72-c/deer+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-262459641442503611</id><published>2007-06-08T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:53:49.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Rhoda..........Hello _________________</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoY8bLrIKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/txZwh5wK4yo/s1600-h/byebye+rhoda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073895356554223778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoY8bLrIKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/txZwh5wK4yo/s320/byebye+rhoda.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Bye Rhoda.........There's a New Ride on the Lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYzrLrIJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yj-keuZPMgk/s1600-h/isaiah+old+ride.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073895206230368402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYzrLrIJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yj-keuZPMgk/s320/isaiah+old+ride.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYrLLrIII/AAAAAAAAAXA/Vlhgki4CWd4/s1600-h/arissa+old+ride.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073895060201480322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYrLLrIII/AAAAAAAAAXA/Vlhgki4CWd4/s320/arissa+old+ride.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One last drive Aunt Carol" At least they insisted on being safe with the seat belts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYhLLrIHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/EoURt0CutcU/s1600-h/new+ride+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073894888402788466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYhLLrIHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/EoURt0CutcU/s320/new+ride+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to find somewhere to put all these papers I just signed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYPLLrIGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SNyvDeT58HU/s1600-h/new+ride+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073894579165143138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYPLLrIGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SNyvDeT58HU/s320/new+ride+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;"OOOOOOOOh I'm drivin' my life away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYD7LrIFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bDKwjEZ1mzc/s1600-h/new+ride+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073894385891614802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoYD7LrIFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bDKwjEZ1mzc/s320/new+ride+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Isn't she lovely??? What should I name her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my 2006 Kia Sportage.............Leave me a comment if you have any suggestions for a suitable GIRL name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmsFFLLrILI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_7r-Mv9qRRQ/s1600-h/My+new+ride+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074154991622234290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmsFFLLrILI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_7r-Mv9qRRQ/s320/My+new+ride+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hair cut yesterday and it is stinkin' cute!!&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/8169630657551600466-262459641442503611?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/262459641442503611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=262459641442503611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/262459641442503611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/262459641442503611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye-rhodahello.html' title='Bye Bye Rhoda..........Hello _________________'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RmoY8bLrIKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/txZwh5wK4yo/s72-c/byebye+rhoda.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3011191949490856909</id><published>2007-06-06T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:02:31.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Little Bee</title><content type='html'>For someone who thought her life would be boring and less chaotic once school got out, I have been very busy. Since school got out, I have managed to find activities (or the activities have found me) to fill my afternoons. I thought I would have oodles of free time since I am no longer the cheerleading coach. WRONG....... in a good way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend started out with an impromptu trip to the nail salon and lunch with Anne. That evening, I was so excited to be going out.....yes out with a friend whom I am blessed to have reconnected with after a few months. From the moment Kelly and I met, we clicked. She and I think the exact same way and feed off of each other. We had an absolute blast hanging out and talking and being goofy as possible. I literally felt life come back into my heart. We ended up going to dinner on Monday night, going out this past Saturday night with another friend of ours and have plans this Saturday. More than anything, I am thrilled to have plans and things to do. My life has been so humdrum, especially on the weekends. I am welcoming the weekend get togethers with arms stretched wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began teaching summer school on Thursday. I am there from 8 to 12, the kids use a program on the computer, and yes, I get bored. I am glad to offer it to the students and let's get real, it's extra income. Contrary to what my students think, I do not make the big bucks teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my afternoons running errands, going to therapy, joining Anne for doctor appointments, visiting a former cheerleader in the hospital, driving with Anne to KY to get Mom and take her to the Nashville Airport (long story), shopping, and yesterday, car shopping!!! (I will definitely post when I get something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne is not working this summer so that she can fully recover from her bout of mono. I am looking forward to being able to do more things with her and the kids. She has joined a fitness club and is going to bulk up and kick all our butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I am at right now.....busy, busy, and lovin life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3011191949490856909?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3011191949490856909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3011191949490856909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3011191949490856909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3011191949490856909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-someone-who-thought-her-life-would.html' title='Busy Little Bee'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1737403044649651096</id><published>2007-05-29T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:56:54.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maddi is Getting so Big!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rl1ylhqqguI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mn2wM7wXGgo/s1600-h/toobigforherbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070334744507089634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rl1ylhqqguI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mn2wM7wXGgo/s320/toobigforherbed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling she is too big for her bed, but she doesn't seem to care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RlwmwhqqgsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dCK4Xrcr-W4/s1600-h/school+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069969895625228994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RlwmwhqqgsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dCK4Xrcr-W4/s320/school+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My what pretty green eyes you have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RlwlvhqqgrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7ucO03QLHX4/s1600-h/school+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069968778933732018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RlwlvhqqgrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7ucO03QLHX4/s320/school+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say Cheese for Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RlwnnBqqgtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/o_nJrPVPiBQ/s1600-h/school+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069970831928099538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RlwnnBqqgtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/o_nJrPVPiBQ/s320/school+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my darling daughter and I are playing and yes she is on my back!! (Notice paw by cheek and paw at the top of my head!! Good times, Good times!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rl1yyRqqgvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aS5sl_2Fakg/s1600-h/school+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070334963550421746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rl1yyRqqgvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aS5sl_2Fakg/s320/school+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Attack of the 5 month old Canine............ we are a mess!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1737403044649651096?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1737403044649651096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1737403044649651096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1737403044649651096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1737403044649651096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-maddi-is-getting-so-big.html' title='My Maddi is Getting so Big!!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rl1ylhqqguI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mn2wM7wXGgo/s72-c/toobigforherbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-5313143225116983182</id><published>2007-05-19T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:12:47.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May happenings and such...........</title><content type='html'>As I sit here to type I am aware that there are only 4 1/2 School Days left. Relief is just one feeling I am looking forward to. This school year has been trying but full of so many blessings, personally and professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has been happening this May you might ask, or not, but here it is anyway.................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk94hBqqgkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ksk5NKzOeRU/s1600-h/mekathy+grad+goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066400614593495618" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk94hBqqgkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ksk5NKzOeRU/s320/mekathy+grad+goofy.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 4th:&lt;/strong&gt; Kathy, following in my footsteps, recieved her associates degree. She is on the extended educational plan as I was. Better late than never. I am proud of her and know she can complete her education in due time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 12th:&lt;/strong&gt; Maddi went to her new vet and weighed in at 29.3 lbs!!! My girl is getting so big. She got her rabies shot and doesn't have to go back until next year. She now sleeps in the garage at night and in return, I sleep much better. She also stays in the garage when I am gone. She does really well when I come home and open the garage door. She doesn't try to run away but instead looks at the garage door as if it is a demon. We are in training for the "stop biting on mommy" games. The vet showed me some tricks and I am not sure if they are working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 13th:&lt;/strong&gt; Mother's Day, Isaiah's Birthday, and celebrating Arissa and my birthdays --- In true Stratman form, we had bypassed Arissa's birthday in part due to Anne being sick, my trip to DC, and Arissa's 1st Communion. We decided to celebrate everything in one day. Daddy had the grandkids assigned to each one of us adults and had them serve our meals to us in the living room. It was the highlight of my day. They were so cute and proud. Bless Joshua's heart for being in charge of his Aunt Carol. I couldn't have what everyone else was having, I needed salad with my chicken wings cut up in the salad with cucumbers and ranch dressing. He fixed it like a true chef. It was very tasty. When the kids were finished, we tipped them each a dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk98DxqqglI/AAAAAAAAAVA/w1U9-nAxq1w/s1600-h/mothers+day+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066404510128833106" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk98DxqqglI/AAAAAAAAAVA/w1U9-nAxq1w/s320/mothers+day+a.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was then on to the gift giving portion of the day. We started with Kathy, Anne and I getting our Mother's Day gifts from Mom and Daddy. (I know technically I am not a mother but my mother and sisters have always recognized my motherly influence on the 5 children.) We gave Mom her presents (a necklace and pair of earrings), then on to Arissa, then Isaiah, then myself. I hadn't asked for anything b/c there is nothing I needed. My family has already done so much for me that I don't feel I need anything else from them (I mean gift wise). I ended up getting money and a suprise check from my parents so that I could go get the necklace that matches my ring and earrings. There is a story to it and it made me cry. My parents are amazing people and I honestly don't know where I would be without them. Thanks Ma and Pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk98ixqqgmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jmsorZl-Yu4/s1600-h/arissaisaiahme+bday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066405042704777826" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk98ixqqgmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jmsorZl-Yu4/s320/arissaisaiahme+bday+cake.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, after slinging snot everywhere, it was cake time, chocolate eclair cake to be exact. Kathy and Mom decided to scrounge up every candle in the house and place them in the cake...... all 56 candles (Arissa + Isaiah + Aunt Carol = 56). By the time Daddy got the last candle lit, the first one was buried in the chocolate. Good times, Good times. (When we were finished, I loaded up my stuff and headed to the mall to get my necklace. Yippeeee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 16th:&lt;/strong&gt; My Birthday and for the first time in a long time, it felt like any other day. Not a day to be sad, but just another day. In true Daddy tradition, he called at 6:00 to wish me a good day. I still had to go to school but was excited to take a half day to be able to do something for Anne. My 8th Grade Girls had suprised me the day before with a Happy Bunny Cake and Party.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk-BTRqqgpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Wk51DkETqmg/s1600-h/school+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066410273974944402" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk-BTRqqgpI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Wk51DkETqmg/s320/school+005.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 8th grade Boys came over that morning &amp; attempted to sing to me, but had a case of stage fright b/c the girls were in class staring at them. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk-AsxqqgnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qYu_eZxVytA/s1600-h/school+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066409612549980786" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk-AsxqqgnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qYu_eZxVytA/s320/school+010.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 6th grade Boys had brought chips and one of them even made a chocolate cake (migraine in a pan). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My evening was pretty much the same, boring and spent training Maddi to stop biting on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 19th:&lt;/strong&gt; Oakdale Graduation was this morning. I overslept sort of .......... I got up at 8:30 and needed to leave at 9:15. The program was good. One of our seniors had a special escort, her father. Supposed to have graduated in 1984, he graduated today, with his daughter. It was very sweet. The speakers did a wonderful job and I thought everything ran smoothly.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk-BvRqqgqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/w8V4fSMd4Vg/s1600-h/school+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066410755011281570" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk-BvRqqgqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/w8V4fSMd4Vg/s320/school+023.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like all I want to do is sleep here lately. I came home today and slept for 2 hours and think I could go back right now. Not real sure what my deal is........... school is kicking my butt and I am ready for it to slow down. I am teaching/monitoring summer school but that is so low key. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is doing well. Send me an email and let me know how you are doing as well. &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/8169630657551600466-5313143225116983182?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5313143225116983182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5313143225116983182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-happenings-and-such.html' title='May happenings and such...........'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rk94hBqqgkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ksk5NKzOeRU/s72-c/mekathy+grad+goofy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4692813431171800767</id><published>2007-04-30T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:33:38.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington DC and beyond!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaQOcrUYWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/X4vS0Xs3dUU/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059389809287782754" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaQOcrUYWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/X4vS0Xs3dUU/s320/Washington+DC+2007+191.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ......I leave Maddi with her Grandparents for the week and drive away weeping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaR0crUYXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FR7tTF0zD20/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059391561634439538" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaR0crUYXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FR7tTF0zD20/s320/Washington+DC+2007+202.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....... our first stop is Monticello.... Beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaPhMrUYVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AU3IFAGZkHM/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059389031898702162" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="227" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaPhMrUYVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AU3IFAGZkHM/s320/Washington+DC+2007+244.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday ...... Jamestown Settlement......"we all live in a hollow, brown log"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaSmcrUYYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KWoYzuhJPRY/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059392420627898754" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaSmcrUYYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KWoYzuhJPRY/s320/Washington+DC+2007+046.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.... at the Lincoln Memorial looking at the reflecting pool and Washington Memorial (yes, just like in Forrest Gump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaUqsrUYaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/78dZa5i6pn0/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059394692665598370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaUqsrUYaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/78dZa5i6pn0/s320/Washington+DC+2007+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday ....... The White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaVeMrUYbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lytKXD0hMac/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059395577428861362" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaVeMrUYbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lytKXD0hMac/s320/Washington+DC+2007+149.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday ..... Mt. Vernon ...... by this point we are ready to head to the house, due to complete and total exhaustion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaTucrUYZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dcNtlzceioc/s1600-h/Washington+DC+2007+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059393657578480018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaTucrUYZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dcNtlzceioc/s320/Washington+DC+2007+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for a stampede of people to run over me and put me out of my misery. Like everyone else, I had blisters and leg stiffness and soreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time, much better than last year. It is amazing how things look different when you feel better. For that I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4692813431171800767?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4692813431171800767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4692813431171800767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4692813431171800767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4692813431171800767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/04/washington-dc-and-beyond.html' title='Washington DC and beyond!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RjaQOcrUYWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/X4vS0Xs3dUU/s72-c/Washington+DC+2007+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-366799965327228570</id><published>2007-04-21T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:54:11.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips and the 4-Legged Toddler</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since my last post, but I have been super busy with TCAPS and preparing for the much anticipated 8th Grade Trip to Washington, D.C.!!!!!!!!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We leave at 6:00 tomorrow morning and will be back at midnite on the 26th. I am excited, nervous, and anxious. I have been the one planning the trip with the help of Ms. Kim. Kim has been training me to take over the annual trip. I have learned so much and am grateful she has chosen me to be here "OCD" twin. She and I are very much alike. I pay (way too much sometimes) close attention to details and presentation. I have a lot on my plate, so to speak, and I guess that is why I am nervous. Stress and anxiety tend to affect me in negative ways. I have packed all the necessary medications for the trip, including the lovely nerve pills that the doctor prescribed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sad note (for both of us), My Bestest Friend, Yvette, will not be going on the trip. She is having some health issues and the doctor told her Wednesday that she couldn't go with us. Needless to say, this tidbit of information led to a teeny, tiney, come-apart!!!!! I am worried about her and was disappointed that we are not going to be able to spend our much needed chick time together. I needed that come-apart to relieve the stress I have been under and knew it was coming. I had great support during those moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioDlpMN58I/AAAAAAAAATY/dvHEvqENOW0/s1600-h/100_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055857476923942850" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioDlpMN58I/AAAAAAAAATY/dvHEvqENOW0/s320/100_0654.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Maddi and I at the vet.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioEjZMN5-I/AAAAAAAAATo/gXYp81AQZjU/s1600-h/100_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055858537780864994" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioEjZMN5-I/AAAAAAAAATo/gXYp81AQZjU/s320/100_0655.JPG" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Waiting for the Vet.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioD9pMN59I/AAAAAAAAATg/DqcJLbN3w2c/s1600-h/100_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055857889240803282" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="168" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioD9pMN59I/AAAAAAAAATg/DqcJLbN3w2c/s320/100_0657.JPG" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Maddi with the Vet Tech.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddi is growing by leaps and bounds. She went to the vet last week and weighed in at 20. 5 lbs. A gain of 5.1 from the 3 weeks before. Of course, she is still fiesty as ever!! I knew it would be a matter of time before she succeeded at jumping on my bed. She still struggles and usually has to get a running start to get up there. She sleeps on the bed with me, which is good and bad. &lt;strong&gt;Bad:&lt;/strong&gt; when she wants to play or chew on me, barking b/c she needs to go potty (okay that is a good thing too), or deciding she would be more comfortable with her body laying across my face!!!!!!!&lt;strong&gt;Good:&lt;/strong&gt; when she snuggles by my feet or wakes me up with "kisses" and taps from her paws. All in all, she is a lean, mean, chewing machine. If she can grab it with her mouth in the blink of an eye, it's hers and I have to chase her down to claim the item. Maddi's chew toys have included; items from the dryer, as well as her new discovery of remote controls. Yes, she does have a collection of pre-approved toys scattered all over my house. I feel like I have a toddler in the house, stepping over toys and picking up after her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddi will be spending this next week with her Grandma and Grandpa. I know her Grandpa will probably rough-house with her. She will enjoy that and I hope that they enjoy her being there. I will definitely miss my Maddi-girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a day of visiting with my sister Kathy and 2 of her Wonders, mowing the lawn, finishing packing, taking Maddi to her grandparents, and packing up the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wake-up time of 3:00 AM will come soon enough!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for our safe trip and Take Care :)&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/8169630657551600466-366799965327228570?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/366799965327228570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=366799965327228570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/366799965327228570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/366799965327228570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-it-has-been-while-since-my-last.html' title='Trips and the 4-Legged Toddler'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RioDlpMN58I/AAAAAAAAATY/dvHEvqENOW0/s72-c/100_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8344070119805150958</id><published>2007-04-05T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:58:24.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning and Shopping and Teaching Oh My</title><content type='html'>Much has happened since my last post, so I will try to hit the high points of the last week and half. Bear with me, as I may ramble...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of my Spring Break was spent completing piddly little projects around the house, ripping the carpet out of Maddi's room, as well as teaching my boys, potting training my four-legged child, and actually cleaning my house. Approximately 2 days after my kitchen floor was clean, you couldn't tell it at all. Maddi needs a list of chores to do if she is going to track dirt, leaves, and twigs into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was invited to go First Communion shopping for Arissa, with Anne in tow. Our Mission: find shoes, a veil, and after-party paper products. Would we be able to find those items in a timely fashion? Would we argue, snap, and whine? NO and YES...................Upon my arrival at the Mall at 10:30, I was shown the dress Arissa will wear, which is very Arissa-like of course. We headed into Dilliards, walked to the main part of the mall and decided which store we should try first. Parisian won our votes and off we headed, in a slow fashion because Arissa and Anne were already whining about the footwear they had chosen for the day. I knew it wouldn't be long before we were purchasing new footwear. Parisian didn't offer us anything, a total bust! On our way to our next destination, we stopped at a store to visit a dear friend of mine. Then it was off to the trusty Rack Room where they were offering "Buy One, Get the 2nd Half off", lucky for Anne. The purchase of 2 pairs of flip flop/slides were made and we were off to another store. NOT! By this point, my hypoglycemic self and niece were ready to eat, especially the niece! She was a pistol until she ate her slice of pizza. Then we were ready to shop again. Our next victim, I mean store, was Belk. We made it a mere half way thru the cosmetic section and thanks to my curiousity of a new line of makeup (Benefits), we succumbed to makeovers. By this point, we had been in the mall about 2 hours and had found nothing for Arissa's First Communion. After our makeovers, we were supposed to go to the children's section, only to run into a friend of mine I hadn't seen in about 5 years. I explained what had gone in my life, the Reader's Digest version of course. We found nothing in Belk or any other store so our plan was to go to a local bridal store. SCORE..... we found a veil that matches her dress. Next, shoes and paper products, which leads us to Party City and the Shoe Carnival. By this point, Arissa all but begged to ride with me to have some away time from her Mommy. I really hate to see what they are going to be like when Arissa is a teenager. Arissa is stubborn like her Aunt Carol and her Mommy and knows what she wants and won't settle for anything less. Party City was successful, as well as the Shoe Carnival. We called it a day after that and went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, like I hadn't had enough shopping and bonding on Saturday, being the polite daughters we are,  felt and expressed the urge for our mother to return the dress purchased for Easter. We loaded up in our cars and made our way to Goody's where Mother got a much better Easter ensemble,  and looks absolutely beautiful in it. SCORE, she threw in a stinkin cute pair of black flip flops with red and white polka dots. (She didn't have to do that, but I am thankful she did.) Every new outfit needs a new pair of shoes, so we found ourselves at the Shoe Carnival Again. We had fun and laughed and whined and Arissa and I compared blisters from our cute, but not sensible footwear. (Being a girl is tough work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was hard. My body has been in shock all week because I have to get up so dang early. Maddi has done well this week (so far) with her accidents. She goes outside, and has finally learned to jump on the couch all by herself. I have a feeling it won't be long before she is successful at leaping onto my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Anne went to the doctor on Tuesday and was diagnosed with an apparent case of strep throat. After vomitting from Tuesday evening until Wednesday morning (the last 2 times being in the ER), she was tested and admitted to the hospital for a case of Mono!!!!! She is pitiful, hooked up to an IV, massive headache, and ready to get into her bed. We are hoping she comes home tomorrow. But more than that, I want her to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Easter Break/Weekend and my plans are up in the air for Saturday. Anne and her health comes first. I hope you all have a hippity, hoppity, weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8344070119805150958?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8344070119805150958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8344070119805150958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8344070119805150958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8344070119805150958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/04/cleaning-and-shopping-and-teaching-oh.html' title='Cleaning and Shopping and Teaching Oh My'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3093492070124237992</id><published>2007-03-27T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:20:34.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go bump in the night</title><content type='html'>I know it has only been 2 days since my last post, but I felt the need to share the events of yesterday and last night..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after therapy and tutoring, I came home and finally mowed my jungle of a yard.&lt;br /&gt;I put Maddi on a leash in my side yard, so that she was outside but out from under my feet. I kept her on that while I mowed the front yard, but when I got to the back, I decided to unleash her but keep the gate closed ( I could still see her). As I suspected, she is still too little to be left untied in the side yard. She quickly discovered that she could fit between the gap of the house and the gate....................... to walk beside me as I mowed the back yard. She was right with me every row and every turn. I never worried about her running away, only that she thought the lawn mower was a huge chew toy. A couple of times of "NO MADDI" and that was nipped. It was really cute that she "helped" me mow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to last night..................Apparently all of the walking wore Maddi out. She went to sleep when the lights went out, unlike her mother who was battling a mowing headache. After 2 hours of sleep we went outside for a 1:30 tinkle time. When we came back in, I hung up the leash in the same place I always do, only for the basket to come flying off the wall, throwing its contents all around the kitchen. (did I mention it was 1:30??) Maddi does not wait around to help me pick anything up, but runs into my room and starts moaning and faintly barking, like she is some kind of superhero dog. I got everything put up only to discover that Maddi was nowhere to be found. I finally found her UNDER my bed, all the way against the wall, away from my grasp. I kept telling her that Mommy was okay. Deep down inside I know she was worried about my safety. (Yeah right) We battled for the rest of the night/morning and she was only "safe" under my bed. I could never persuade her to get back in her bed. We were up at 8 this morning and have actually got alot done. She has sat and played outside while I made numerous phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply hope that tonite goes better. I am glad I am on Spring Break, so that I can rest if I need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3093492070124237992?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3093492070124237992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3093492070124237992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3093492070124237992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3093492070124237992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things that go bump in the night'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8919157039339024391</id><published>2007-03-25T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:26:49.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Maddi Go Night Night!  Mommy is Leepy"</title><content type='html'>On top of school wearing me out, I have Maddi to thank as well. Our week has been long, but we are making it. I am discovering that puppies are pretty much children with four legs, fur, and sharp teeth. They groan and whine instead of talk, but are still children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddi went to the vet yesterday for her first round of shots. I thought she would be excited to actually ride in the car, instead of being placed in the "torture chamber" while Mommy goes to work. She was fine on our trek to Oak Ridge, to meet Aunt Kathy, Jofuf, and her sister Kashmir for the double vet appointment. UNTIL we pulled into the parking lot, I put the car in park, and Jofuf attempted to get the door open to get her out................... HURLOFDOGFOODCHUNKS, in my car! Jofuf managed to get her out of the car for round 2 of her car sick belly. We managed to detangle Maddi and Kashmir from their leash web and take them inside where the shots and scales awaited them. We were called back, Kashmir prances right on and Maddi bows up. I had to pick her up. She was weighed and the verdict is 15.4 lbs. Kashmir weighed 15.6 lbs. Now, you all know that I have issues with scales and numbers. I told Maddi that she shouldn't worry about the number on the scale, but how she feels. (Kashmir looks bigger than Maddi) I don't want her to have body image issues like her mommy. While at the vet, Maddi was given the bright yellow dewormer (liquid form) and a shot of some sort. She did very well. Since she is a car puker, she was not allowed to get a milkbone treat for her good behavior. (If you would like more details of the vet visit, I am sure Kathy has written about it on her blog)&lt;br /&gt;I need to mention the fact that Kathy locked her keys in her car for the 2nd Saturday in a row. Luckily, her friend Tammy has an extra set and lives a mere 5 minutes from the vet. We loaded all people and pets into the puke-mobile and headed up the hill to fetch the keys. Of course we had to visit and let the sister dogs wrestle and play. At one point, my girl Maddi, was very close to becoming a Teenage Mutant Ninja Dog. She stepped onto and then into the sewer grate, merely escaping the meeting of her maker. I rescued her and assured her I wouldn't let her become a TMND!!!!   By the way, does anyone know the name of the Rat from TMNT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my other posts, you know that Maddi sleeps in my room, next to my bed. All I have to say is that some nights are better than others. Last Saturday, I bought her a microfiber bed that in true OCD Carol fashion, matches my bed. She had no problem accepting the new sleeping arrangement and, 75% of the time, responds to the stern command of "Maddi, go nite nite, Mommy is very sleepy." I have been awakened at all hours of the night to a cute little black face by my bed, commanding me to go outside and use the yard, instead of the carpet. I know I should be thankful that she lets me know she has to go potty, but at 2 and 3 in the morning, I fail to see the success in it. I have stood out there many nights/mornings thinking that this is insane and why am I out here in the darkness, instead of snuggled in my microfiber covers? I know why. Because my puppy is slowly (very slowly some days) learning that the yard is where she should do her thang, not the house. I get aggravated when she insists on playing, rolling around in the grass, and attacking assorted leaves and twigs, instead of coming back to go nite nite. She discovered the earphones under my bed. Yes, one morning I woke up, saw something dark in my floor, thought she had pooped in my floor, only to discover in my groggy state, that it was the black foam from my headset. Apparently I don't use them that often if they were under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;In Maddi's defense, I have discovered that she is very loyal and remembers and learns better than I think she does. Wherever I am, she is there. When I get ready to go somewhere, she lies by the bathroom door or lies on the bathroom rug and watches me. In the kitchen, she is either eating or with me. Even here in the computer room, she has a blankie with some of her toys and occupies herself while I type. She loves my house shoes, grabbing them whenever they leave my feet. She doesn't chew on them, but wrestles with them, then sleeps on them. Maybe because they have my scent and are soft. It is one of the cuter things she does. Trying to get on my couch is another. Someday soon she will succeed at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, onto other things, non Maddi related.............After discovering that &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt; of my capri pants fit, I knew I needed to visit the local Kohl's, use that 15% "Pick a Day" coupon, and score some clearance and sale items. After the Vet, I brought Maddi home and went to meet Kathy for shopping and bonding. We had an absolute blast! All through my ordeal/recovery, I have been discovering "small blessings". My growing relationship/friendship with Kathy is one of them. Upon her entrance at Kohl's, she was full force ahead, seeing what size my expanding backside needed and grabbing some 80% off clearance capri pants and assorted other items for me to try on. We did find some things for Kathy as well, it wasn't all about me. My greatest find of the day, however, was not a clearance item(but it was on sale). Kathy had gone to find me another size of shorts (bigger) and while she was gone, I tried on a dress to be worn at all Spring functions...................... as soon as I put it on, I knew it was it!!!! I couldn't wait to show Kathy. I feel so good in this dress. Kathy came back and I stepped back and said "ta da". She didn't even look at the dress at first. She was smiling and looking at my eyes, then discovering the dress. She loved it too. It fit, but a size larger would allow me to feel more comfortable. Unfortunately, the store we were at didn't have the larger size, the one at West Town did. SCORE!!! I am very happy with my dress and can't wait to wear it. Our day was fun, tiring, and memorable. No offense, but some pants made me look like a "hamburger in a hot dog bun". (A CarolKathyism) Thank you for the pale pink fe-phops, the Weigels Diet Coke, and most of all, for being YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Spring Break this next week. I so have to mow tomorrow! Maddi is getting lost in the clumps of overgrown grass. Her "Army Dog" days are over soon. I do have assorted therapy/ support groups throughout the week, will be working with my boys (the ones I am doing homebound for) on their schoolwork, and totally messing with Maddi's weekday schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week and thanks for checking on me.&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs to all my peeps!!!! WORD!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8919157039339024391?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8919157039339024391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8919157039339024391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8919157039339024391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8919157039339024391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/03/maddi-go-night-night-mommy-is-leepy.html' title='&quot;Maddi Go Night Night!  Mommy is Leepy&quot;'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1652496699027200507</id><published>2007-03-14T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:07:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Pictures, Potty Training, and Playfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh1_xgjQ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KW-6zZ7YFOM/s1600-h/31007maddi+and+me+at+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041909521323344818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh1_xgjQ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KW-6zZ7YFOM/s320/31007maddi+and+me+at+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddi and I are slowly gaining a routine to our days. Saturday night's test with the room failed, as far as Maddi's sleeping arrangement. After 2 hours of yelping, I gave in and she made herself comfortable on a blanket next to my bed. (She just wants to be near her Mommy.) She does great (as far as I know) during the night. I keep my bedroom and bathroom doors closed so she can't wander the house alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potty training is going slow but better. I am getting better at sensing when she needs to go and rewarding her with treats and praise after she goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was hard for me. I had to leave her while I went to church. I was, however, excited to come home to her and I believe the feeling was mutual. Monday was even harder, a long school day. I was so glad to get home and I got the same reaction when I let her out of the room. She whines and jumps and wags her tail. We also have to run and play for about 10 minutes too. I am enjoying watching her "attack" assorted leaves and twigs. I think I could give her a pile of them and she would be happy. We have found a ball that she flings all over the house, sliding on the wood floors. She cracks me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some pictures of our day at the Park and back at the Reeder's:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh4fxgjQ8I/AAAAAAAAACE/D6xNSah1O7Y/s1600-h/maddi+and+kashmir+31007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041912270102414274" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh4fxgjQ8I/AAAAAAAAACE/D6xNSah1O7Y/s320/maddi+and+kashmir+31007.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddi and her sister, Kashmir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh5gxgjQ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/0kYLU3xnMlU/s1600-h/maddi+not+moving+at+park31007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041913386793911250" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh5gxgjQ9I/AAAAAAAAACM/0kYLU3xnMlU/s320/maddi+not+moving+at+park31007.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But Mommy, I don't want to walk!"&lt;/div&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh7zxgjQ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/HAbSnsnUtF4/s1600-h/me+and+boys+bball+b+31007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041915912234681314" style="CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh7zxgjQ-I/AAAAAAAAACU/HAbSnsnUtF4/s320/me+and+boys+bball+b+31007.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free Throw Lesson = She shoots, she scores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thanks to Adam's Stellar Pointers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh9WRgjQ_I/AAAAAAAAACc/SkF8VjdXnVI/s1600-h/reederbball31007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041917604451795954" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh9WRgjQ_I/AAAAAAAAACc/SkF8VjdXnVI/s320/reederbball31007.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill &amp; Josh VS. Joseph &amp;amp; Adam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh-oxgjRBI/AAAAAAAAACs/UrDNULt8_78/s1600-h/kathy+kamry+working311007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041919021791003666" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh-oxgjRBI/AAAAAAAAACs/UrDNULt8_78/s320/kathy+kamry+working311007.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know Ms. Yvette was going to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us do yard work. We just wanted to visit!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh95RgjRAI/AAAAAAAAACk/jW9SFEtHAeI/s1600-h/me+and+yvette+31007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041918205747217410" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh95RgjRAI/AAAAAAAAACk/jW9SFEtHAeI/s320/me+and+yvette+31007.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whooped Wonder Twins&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/8169630657551600466-1652496699027200507?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1652496699027200507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1652496699027200507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1652496699027200507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1652496699027200507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/03/park-pictures-potty-training-and.html' title='Park Pictures, Potty Training, and Playfulness'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rfh1_xgjQ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/KW-6zZ7YFOM/s72-c/31007maddi+and+me+at+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7989838112105314945</id><published>2007-03-10T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:37:23.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, Knock.....Who's There?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfQB9xgjQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IQ8MhiWGDOo/s1600-h/maddi+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040656043707941794" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfQB9xgjQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IQ8MhiWGDOo/s320/maddi+7.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is how my Friday night went, with a knock the door, a slight (okay alot) bit of freaking out because I didn't know who was there, and opened the door to find a &lt;a href="javascript:gotoSlideShow(" albumid="17184765/PictureID=435492007/a=7043706_7043706/t_=7043706')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;black puppy sitting on my porch!!! I was beyond surprised!!! Kathy, Anne, Isaiah, and Arissa were taking pictures of every priceless moment.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfNrlBgjQ2I/AAAAAAAAABU/RWXkcavKvn0/s1600-h/maddi+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040490691762013026" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="92" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfNrlBgjQ2I/AAAAAAAAABU/RWXkcavKvn0/s320/maddi+9.bmp" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shock had worn off a little bit, it was time to head inside, to the kitchen floor. Kathy and Anne had not only brought me the puppy, who has now been named &lt;strong&gt;Maddi Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;, but also a stinkin cute retractable leash, puppy chow, a dog brush, dog shampoo, and assorted chew toys and treats. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfP6HRgjQ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/RAbcosFFBuQ/s1600-h/maddi+3+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040647410823676818" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfP6HRgjQ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/RAbcosFFBuQ/s320/maddi+3+a.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still in awe that I am a Mommy! Not an Aunt, but a Mommy. Being the OCD gal I am, it was not long before Maddi was experiencing her first bath!! She was very dirty, (3 washes and 3 rinses dirty). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfN8chgjQ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/xDHq4iwcmyY/s1600-h/maddi+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040509237430797170" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="78" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfN8chgjQ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/xDHq4iwcmyY/s320/maddi+10.bmp" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne helped me while Kathy and Isaiah took pictures. She was so soft and smelled pretty. I kept her wrapped in a blanket until she stopped shivering. I am already spoiling her. I have wanted a puppy for so long.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a fun and challenging way to come home. Being that she is a puppy, I know I may come home to miscellaneous items that have been chewed upon.&lt;br /&gt;Maddi has already made herself comfortable here with me. Within no time, she was laying on the blanket I use on the couch, right at my feet, stretching her little puppy body out everywhere. This is where she met her Grandma and Grandpa. I knew Mom couldn't wait 2 weeks to meet Maddi. After leaving Kathy's, she called and asked if they could come out and meet her. Mom walked straight in and woke up my baby. Daddy sat on the deck and played with her (scratching her belly and roughing her up). I am glad they came out to see us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maddi and I had our first outing together today (hopefully Kathy will email me the pictures tomorrow). We met her sister, Kashmir, her Aunt Kathy and assorted children for a "play date" at the Reeder's residence. I came prepared with the leash, container of water, water bowl, and treats, in what Kathy and Yvette call "Maddi's Diaper Bag". (Haha my sisters!!)&lt;br /&gt;The boys (Joseph, Adam, Joshua, and "Doug") played basketball and us girlies bonded. Bonding of the women ended up with us (mostly Kamry and Yvette) trimming the branches in Yvette's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Maddi and Kashmir wore each other (and their mothers) out! They nibbled and wrestled with each other all afternoon. They eventually had to be put in Time Out (placed on their respective leashes, apart from one another). I know Maddi had a good time. She has been totally worthless all evening. She laid at my feet while I finished grading papers, possibly snoring. I have decided to try letting her stay/sleep in the little officey area I have. I have removed all possible puppy hazards and moved her blanket from the garage (which is where she slept last nite) and set up her stuff in there. I can close the door and if she should use the bathroom on the carpet, it won't matter. That carpet in there is digusting anyway. We will see how tonight goes. She may keep me up all night.&lt;br /&gt;(If you want the details of the events leading up to Maddi's arrival at my door step, visit Kathy's blog at &lt;a href="http://miscellaneousmenagerieofwhimsicalwond.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://miscellaneousmenagerieofwhimsicalwond.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never thank Kathy and Anne enough for doing this for me. They have given me a much needed gift and I think Maddi and I will be good for each other. (She already follows me around like I am special.) I love you both Kathy and Anne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7989838112105314945?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7989838112105314945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7989838112105314945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7989838112105314945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7989838112105314945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/03/knock-knockwhos-there.html' title='Knock, Knock.....Who&apos;s There?????'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RfQB9xgjQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IQ8MhiWGDOo/s72-c/maddi+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7828631480530835530</id><published>2007-03-03T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:32:30.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As of March 1st, I am no longer the Cheerleading Sponsor/Coach!!! I know it will hit some of the girls harder than others. There were a (select) few that honestly cared. I am grateful for the memories that were made and the relationships that were created. I am not crying because it's over, I am smiling because of those good memories. I did feel a sense of relief after telling my principal about my decision and a &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cheerleader Toss" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_107v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;small weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I know in my heart that I have done what is best for me!!! Teaching and activities after school leave little time for ME and (hopefully) that will change as a result of giving up my cheerleading duties. I know me and I will probably find other activities to fill my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been battling heartburn and other assorted ailments for quite some time. Anything and everything gives me heartburn. I am going to the doctor on Monday for a physical. I want everything checked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(From my head to my toes!)&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; My thyroid hasn't been checked since I began treatment in November. Weight-wise, I have changed (adding some poundage) and that tends to affect the ol' thyroid. I have gone from having an underactive thyroid to an overactive one, to who knows what it is now. I am interested to find out all my levels, etc. I love my doctor (Dr. McMichael) Dr. McMikey as Anne calls him. He treats me wonderfully, never making me feel crazy or inferior because of this stupid ED that I am dealing with every day, hour, minute, and second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The highlight of my week was Tuesday. My best friend, Yvette, her husband, Bill, aka "Doug", and son, Adam, went to my nephew Isaiah's basketball game. We all (yes that includes the entire Stratman clan) ended up going to Mr. Gatti's for dinner afterwards. We had a blast, laughing, joking, and being us....... goofy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There is a Pill &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but there could be side effects. Good times, Good times!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Before resigning from the CheerDrama(On Thursday), I read to our Kindergarteners for Dr. Seuss' Birthday. I completely understand why I teach Middle School and not the little people. I was bombarded with "Hey, you know what?" and "Hey, I know you.", from the minute I walked in. ("Hey" is how they start every sentence.) One thing I learned from the littles was how to pick my nose without anyone noticing. *****(Simply sit criss-cross-applesauce, place hands together around mouth, rest elbows on knees, take a random finger, slide it into the nostril of choice, get what you need, and move the "prize" to your mouth.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What a learning experience!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb112_ZU&amp;utm_id=7920" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb112&amp;amp;pp=ZU" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7828631480530835530?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7828631480530835530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7828631480530835530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7828631480530835530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7828631480530835530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-in-danger-or-in-doubt-run-in.html' title='Don&apos;t cry because it&apos;s over. Smile because it happened.'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1097935609099918355</id><published>2007-02-25T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:41:17.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What if "the Hokey Pokey" is REALLY what it's all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sneakers" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was very blessed to be able to spend a much needed day with my best friend, Yvette, yesterday. It was the last weekend of the month at Goodwill (everything is half price), and we scored some great clothes. I only spent $22 and got many items. (mostly shirts)&lt;br /&gt;We have decided that we are going to be selfish about our Goodwill Saturdays.............. that is &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; time to catch up and see how each other is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; doing. (We are already looking forward to our March trip.) She brought a box, we both contributed topics written on slips of paper, put them in the box, then took turns throughout the day drawing one out. It goes to show how much she and I are alike b/c we had 3 that were the same topic!!!! (As she says, It's a "God-thing") I feel so fortunate that we were able to spend that time together and share the burden of our worries. We bring perspective to issues, validate one another's feelings, and simply cry like there is no tomorrow. True friendship is such an awesome feeling!&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through a bit of "soul searching" lately, for about a month. I feel that I have lost sight of ME. I jumped straight into the "sea of school" in January, with a life jacket that seems to be losing air. I didn't sit on the beach and dabble my toes, I dove straight in!!!! It has affected me in not- so- great ways. BUT, thanks to my therapist (and Yvette), I am realizing that things need to change. I have been able to see why I have been feeling the way I do. For those of you who know my story, I am okay! I have recognized what is going on and am attempting to trudge on in my life, ONE DAY AT A TIME!!! I have decisions to make and have been praying about making the right ones. My dilemmas involve career and all that it involves. I will not make any decisions in haste. I don't want to have regrets later in life. I will know in my heart what is best for ME, when the time is right! When I make those decisions, I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Love and hugs to all............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1097935609099918355?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1097935609099918355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1097935609099918355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1097935609099918355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1097935609099918355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-if-hokey-pokey-is-really-what-its.html' title='What if &quot;the Hokey Pokey&quot; is REALLY what it&apos;s all about?'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1929463108740849487</id><published>2007-02-17T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:26:14.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singles Awareness Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blings" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I have survived yet another Valentine's Day and lived to talk (or whine) about it. I realize that this commercial-based day is just that.......... another day. It is a day not only for those "in love", but for telling those around us how much they mean to us. For that I am grateful. I did receive a few gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was given a mini-rose plant on Monday from 3 sweet girls at school. I just hope I don't kill the plant too soon. I am horticulturally challenged!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was given a snow day for Weds. and Thurs. (yeah rah) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we went back to school on Friday, I was given assorted chocolate treats (you know, migranes waiting to happen) from various students. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister, Anne, sang a lovely tune on my voice mail. (To the tune of "You are my Sunshine" ......... You are my Valentine, my lovely Valentine.......) You know you are singing along and will have the tune stuck in your head for the rest of the day!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister, Kathy, met me Thurs. and bought me a much needed manicure (My cuticles are still thanking her!) and then went to Walmart with me. I enjoyed spending that time with her. We had a ball in the Wally world, especially trying to find the make-up section, which is temporarily in the candy section due to a renovation of the store. Good times...... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cheerleaders wrote me a poem and gave me a rose. It was sweet and I so needed it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend, Yvette, gave me a card and miniature migraines wrapped in foil. We got the chance to spend some together when we went to school to get our paychecks. Her husband, Bill , aka Doug, gave me a bag of conversation migraines. He is so thoughtful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend, Tammy H, gave me some bath thingys from Avon that are stinkin cute. They are in a heart shaped pink container and stink (a good stink). They so match the Disney Princess Kleenex's that Kathy got me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Thursday, I had my ED support group at the nutritionist's office. I think we all needed the support that night. Everyone had something they were struggling with and feels better when we can get and give advice/support to each other, because we know how the others feel. In a sense, it validates our feelings. I felt better after leaving there. I did have to get home b/c unfortunately we had school on Friday and Yes.... I had stinkin bus duty!! There was a late bus for the afternoon, just my luck! The other bus was supposed to be there at 4:30 and did not arrive until 4:50!!! I was there with 8 juvenile detention candidates! They were awful and potty mouthed. I wanted to simply wipe the attitude right off of them, if you know what I mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bright spot in my day was my cheerleaders (5 that are still getting along) coming over last nite for Mexican and going through some clothes from my friend, Beth. They had a great time going through everything and debating who would get what and who could borrow what they had. It was like being at a swap meet. They make me laugh and it was fun for me too, just to have them here. We took a few pictures so hopefully I will have them sent to me soon and then I can put them on here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cassie (the prom dress girl) got her drivers license yesterday. Of course she had to call me and let me know. I know she is very glad and it will make some things much easier on her and her dad. I hope he doesn't expect her to do more than she can handle. She was in my room every chance she could get this week, having me show different people her prom dress. She is so proud and so excited. She doesn't have date yet, so we are working on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is official................................. Basketball season is OVER!!!!!!! Our boys lost their first round game on Thurs. , the girls won. The girls played tonite and lost. Now I get a break!!!! I am not sure if I want to do the cheerleading thing anymore. I may do it one more year. I am not going to make any decisions right now, but am praying and thinking about the pro's and con's of it. I did have 2 girls quit just this week. I did not stop them. I was (and am) over the drama. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Hope everyone has a great week and thank you always for checking on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1929463108740849487?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1929463108740849487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1929463108740849487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1929463108740849487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1929463108740849487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/02/singles-awareness-week.html' title='Singles Awareness Week'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-8982207972001662696</id><published>2007-02-10T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:30:35.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding and Prom Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZU" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Office" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_4_22v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long week at school, one that consisted of 5 days (no snow days), I am exhausted!!! It seemed like the week would never end. On top of my awesome teaching, my evenings were busy too. Monday included my (After School) Expressions in Art class then therapy. Tuesday, we had an away basketball game. Wednesday I went to work with my boys (homebound) and finally got some things done around here. Thursday we had Parent-Teacher Conferences until 6:30 (I could have left at 4:30......I only had 4 parents!!) and I met a friend for dinner at 7. Friday nite was another (the last) away game. As far as my cheerleaders go, this week was better. After putting it all out there and pointing fingers last week, it seems to have helped. I simply told them if they were not going to smile and act like they were having a good time, to change, pay their admission and be on their way. I don't want to nor do I have any extra energy to deal with it any longer. I felt closer to the girls this past week b/c of the away games. We were being goofy and having a great time on the bus ride. They did well at both of the games!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rc4-6zjuI6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VoDtRzTvBRA/s1600-h/cassie+the+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030027013812790178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rc4-6zjuI6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VoDtRzTvBRA/s320/cassie+the+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rc5GvTjuI8I/AAAAAAAAABA/TAcssch5_MI/s1600-h/cassie+the+dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030035612337316802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rc5GvTjuI8I/AAAAAAAAABA/TAcssch5_MI/s320/cassie+the+dress+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I took one of my girls prom dress shopping and as you can see, we were successful. This was about the 6th dress she tried on and when she came out of the dressing room, she was glowing, literally. She said she felt like a princess and that "this is the one". She looks incredible in it and is very excited. I am so blessed and thankful she asked me to take her and share the day together. (Her mother passed away this past July.) We had a wonderful time!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am worn out from the week and today and have another busy week ahead of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a great week and thanks for checking on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-8982207972001662696?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/8982207972001662696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=8982207972001662696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8982207972001662696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/8982207972001662696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/02/bonding-and-prom-dresses.html' title='Bonding and Prom Dresses'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/Rc4-6zjuI6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VoDtRzTvBRA/s72-c/cassie+the+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-7865705482119862967</id><published>2007-02-01T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:47:15.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Bunny Attacks</title><content type='html'>This week has been harder than usual. After suffering through the weekend, I called my doctor Monday morning to see what he could do for me. I had already called in for a sick day at school the night before but was blessed with yet another Snow Day. The doctor called me back and Yvette ended up driving me to the walk in side of his office. Readers Digest version: I was moved to see him directly, told my eustacian tube was blocked, sinus infection was no better, and given a new Rx for Levaquin and steroids. Yes, both of my co-pays are exhausted! Okay -- background on me and sickness..... very whiny and I cry at the drop of a hat....... Now for Tuesday: drama in the cheer world.....hopefully I have nipped it in the bud. Tough love is tough.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure some of you are thinking, "What is up with the pictures?" My 8th grade Girls decided they would buy me 3 different Happy Bunny Packs from a school book order. In return, I had to wear my hair funky and sport my Happy Bunny robe at school. These are the pictures taken for the yearbook. I am the goofy one in the mist of the preteens. Posing for the picture was a bright spot in my yucky day!      "Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RcKHuzMKoXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ixpSDBDmeuc/s1600-h/8thwithbunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026729372183863666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RcKHuzMKoXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ixpSDBDmeuc/s400/8thwithbunny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RcJ32zMKoWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LCtjOLZyKFI/s1600-h/crazybunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026711917436772706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RcJ32zMKoWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LCtjOLZyKFI/s320/crazybunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress (both financial and general) + Drama = Breakdown........ Anne, Thanks for coming over last night! I feel better letting go of yet another portion of my emotions. I also enjoyed the opportunity to listen to You and your Starbuck (not decaf) high. To the moon and back again.....&lt;br /&gt;Yvette.... what can I say? You are my rock and my Angel! The wind beneath my wings, The Co in my Pay, the empty frame on my end table. To the stars and back again.........&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad...... again, what can I say? You are always here when I need you, when I want you, and even when I don't. Thank you for making my journey easier.&lt;br /&gt;Kathy...... You're in my heart as always. If you ever need an organ transplant or need to borrow any of mine, I am there babe! Love and kisses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better and blessed to have so many people that care about me and my recovery. I keep trying to believe the "One Day At A Time" motto, but sometimes it seems like I get quite a few at once. (Yeah for Snow Days and Antibiotics!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-7865705482119862967?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/7865705482119862967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=7865705482119862967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7865705482119862967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/7865705482119862967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-bunny-attacks.html' title='The Crazy Bunny Attacks'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/RcKHuzMKoXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ixpSDBDmeuc/s72-c/8thwithbunny2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3441593730173173827</id><published>2007-01-28T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:01:47.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibiotics and Ailments</title><content type='html'>I have a small burst of energy so I wanted to update everyone. After 4 days of antibiotics, I am not any better. Since Friday, I have been battling some sort of pain in the right side of my face, mainly my jaw and ear. It feels like someone has hit me in the cheek and my throat has become scratchy and burns. I cannot chew (b/c of my jaw), so I am living on pudding, oatmeal, and soup. (I know, they are not exactly on my meal plan, but I am eating something.) &lt;br /&gt;Anne informed me last night that she took Arissa to a walk-in clinic and the poor girl has strep throat and an ear infection. She made her First Penance yesterday and she and I spent time with her on my lap, loving on me. I hope I am not getting strep throat on top of this. Isaiah was taken to the same clinic this morning and has strep and an ear infection as well. &lt;br /&gt;Our family is keeping the pharmacies in business. I will be calling my doctor in the morning to see what he wants me to do. I am hoping he can call me some other medicine in and that I don't have to go back to his office. I just want to feel better. Mentally, I am great. Physically, I am dragging and have no energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3441593730173173827?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3441593730173173827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3441593730173173827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3441593730173173827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3441593730173173827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/01/antibiotics-and-ailments.html' title='Antibiotics and Ailments'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-5484817148935632972</id><published>2007-01-25T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:32:44.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Day Weekend............And No CoPay!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right. I get a 4-day weekend. We have so many students and staff out with misc. illnesses, that they cancelled school for the rest of the week. Even my best friend, Yvette, is sick. When the guidance counselor is sick, we should cancel school. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am also among the ill. I had battled this nose, head, congestion thing for as long as I could. I finally decided to bite the "co-pay" bullet and go to the doctor. They could get me in at 3:40. I left my last block class with another teacher and off I went, fully prepared to fork out the $20 co-pay. I checked in at the front desk and was informed I had a credit!!! Wooohoooo! No Co-Pay!!!!! My doctor and his nurse were thrilled to see me. The last time I saw them was October 11th and I have changed just a smidge. (Okay a big smidge) As sick as I felt, they said I looked wonderful and full of life. It was good to see their reaction and get a boost of confidence in myself and my recovery. &lt;br /&gt;As suspected, I was diagnosed with a splendiforous sinus infection and written a prescription for antibiotic and decongestant. In summary, my $30 doctor trip turned into a $10 venture (plus gas). I have taken 2 doses of the antibiotic and at this moment feel worse than I did yesterday. Hopefully, I will feel better soon. My head feels like it weighs a ton. I am very glad that we didn't have school. I don't think I would have been able to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have added some pictures and changed the look of my blog a bit. I hope you like it, and if you don't, that's okay. It's what I like...................&lt;br /&gt;******  Keep my sister Kathy in your thoughts and prayers. She had her appendix removed this past Sunday night! She was not expecting the "vacation" (like you can plan these kind of things). She is recovering at home and taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking on me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-5484817148935632972?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/5484817148935632972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=5484817148935632972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5484817148935632972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/5484817148935632972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-day-weekendand-no-copay.html' title='4 Day Weekend............And No CoPay!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-4233778798486699744</id><published>2007-01-21T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:48:08.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches, Pains, and Triumphs in my Path</title><content type='html'>In true Carol form, my week was filled with ups and downs, but I handled them all in stride, much better than I would have months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I will start with Monday......... I was nervous about cheerleading practice because of the events that had transpired at Friday nights ballgame. Practice was wonderful, they worked hard and everyone got along. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, seemed more like a Monday. I will give a "block by block" replay of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Block:&lt;/strong&gt; I had purchased some much needed school supplies for my classroom (with school money of course). I was attempting to take roll with my new, pink mechanical pencil, and managed to poke myself directly in the eyeball! OUCH! My eye would not stop burning or watering. I spent the rest of the block whining. Then my computer decides to shut down and not come back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Block:&lt;/strong&gt; was okay until lunch time when I successfully dropped a bite of cheesy potatoes on my pants. They told me what to eat during treatment, but not how to eat. Maybe I need a class on how to use utensils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Block:&lt;/strong&gt; I managed to bite my bottom lip. It felt like I had been hit with a baseball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Block:&lt;/strong&gt; I get a major case of the hiccups. The kind that makes your chest hurt every time.&lt;br /&gt;I finish the school day by having bus duty in the arctic air. Why couldn't it have been 60 degrees like the last week? I was sooooooo cold. We had a ballgame and it was okay. We won but the refs were terrible and blind. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up &lt;strong&gt;Weds.&lt;/strong&gt; with a wonderful headache. I am confident it was because of bus duty in the cold air. The computer dude came to fix my school computer and informed me I needed a new hard drive, so I had to save everything on disk. I was not excited about that at all. I had cheerleading practice and it went well again. I came home and started to do some things for my taxes. This task sent me into a crying episode. I was looking at my planner to document doctor visits, etc. for the mileage, and looked back at last year, January in particular. Last January was a terrible month for me and seeing the notes I had written brought those feelings back full force. I cried because I hated to see the misery that I felt, but then I can see how I am now. Happy....... much better off. It was another "mirror" I had to look in and see myself and the past. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday the computer dude came back and replaced my hard drive. The problem is that my computer is completely clean. The computer techs from the county were supposed to come that day to put the programs back on, but as of Friday, had not been there. I feel weird not being able to use my computer. Thursday night was awesome!! I went to my first ED support meeting. THere are 6 of us, ages ranging from 20 - 36. We have the common factor of ED, so age is not a problem. I look forward to offering and gaining support from these strong, amazing women. I got home later than usual and went straight to bed. I was beyond tired!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I was not feeling any better, as far as this lingering cold is going. It is official. I cannot breathe. I am confident a sinus infection is the cause. I could not make it through a Friday night ballgame without some sort of "cheer drama". It started during the girls game..... some of my girls were talking "smack" about each other. During the halftime of the boys game, they performed their new dance, which was okay. They have done better, but it was fine. We will clean it up more next week. I managed to miss the 2nd half of the boys game b/c one of my girls needed me. She is dealing with so much, more than a teenager should. I was ready to crash when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my daddy came over to remove some junk that had been residing on the side of my backyard for approximately 2 and a half years. After 2 trips to the landfill and $21 later, it was clean. I spent the 4 hours after he left burning misc. pieces of wood and leaves. Great fun playing with fire, however, I still have that campfire smell in my nose this morning. I am also beyond achey and sore.......every morsel of my body hurts. From my stuffy head down to my toes, I hurt. I should have stretched and warmed up before raking and lifting. I am regretting it today. Simple things like walking, getting up and down, and breathing are difficult. &lt;br /&gt;Like I said, my week was filled with ups and downs, but I have handled it in positive ways, ED free. &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week and I will check in next Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-4233778798486699744?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/4233778798486699744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=4233778798486699744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4233778798486699744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/4233778798486699744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/01/aches-pains-and-triumphs-in-my-path.html' title='Aches, Pains, and Triumphs in my Path'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-1645464207969279658</id><published>2007-01-13T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:32:07.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddles in my path</title><content type='html'>I can now say I have survived my first week back at work (school)!!! Of course it was filled with conflicts and an unexpected Snow Day on Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday was probably the most emotional day of my week. Cheerleading practice was tense due to the fact I have girls who are grieving the loss of a dear friend. (Let me recap December 11th ......Five of our students -- 2 different vehicles -- were involved in a head-on collision on their way to school. We lost a student from each vehicle that day, one a junior, the other a freshman.) Half of my squad was very close to Jordan, the junior. They are trying to live life, but are feeling things they have never felt before and don't know how to process those feelings. They are taking it out on each other and everyone around them. We are making contacts to get counselors in the school to help our students. Monday's practice also brought some other serious issues to light, concerning one of my girls. I am also getting her help.&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday, I have been forced to be on the other side of those in need.....being helpless. It is a new side for me. For so long, I was the person in crisis. I am now feeling how my family and friends felt towards me for so long. I can definitely say it is a yucky feeling, but I have dealt and am dealing with it in positive ways, especially talking to my best friend, Yvette. She is my angel and completely gets me and understands me. She knows I am not done healing; that I will always be in recovery. I can now reach out for help when I need it. I feel positive about the next week, I have to; it's better than being down and negative. &lt;br /&gt;I was stoked to have a Snow Day Tuesday, although it was an hour of heavy flakes that melted by noon. My only wish would have been that they called school off BEFORE we got up, got ready, and got to school. Yes, I wasted a stinkin' cute outfit on 1 hour of school. Maybe I will try it next week, I bet no one will notice. We have Monday off for MLK Day and there is a chance of snow for Monday night into Tuesday. It would be nice to have a 4 day weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend. Please keep me in your prayers, as well as my school family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-1645464207969279658?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/1645464207969279658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=1645464207969279658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1645464207969279658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/1645464207969279658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/01/puddles-in-my-path.html' title='Puddles in my path'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3923132118358133061</id><published>2007-01-07T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:55:04.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But Wait!!</title><content type='html'>I made a mistake by sleeping in yesterday, until 10:30!! That is very late for me. So it was midnight before I fell asleep last night. I then managed to wake up at 4 this morning and have been up since. Do you know what is on television at 4 in the morning? Yes, paid programming......... I will demonstrate what I have learned.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you act now we will give you the lighted micro-touch, not for 29.99, but for 14.99!! &lt;strong&gt;BUT WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;, if you act now, we will also throw in the lighted tweezers. All for 14.99! &lt;strong&gt;BUT WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;, that's not all. We will also give you a lighted compact mirror. Yes, you get the lighted micro-touch, the lighted tweezers, and lighted compact mirror, a 60 dollar value, not for 30 dollars, but yes, 14.99 plus shipping and handling. Hurry, our operators are standing by to take your order."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any of that sound familiar? Does it amaze or aggravate you? Do you find yourself wanting to call and place your order? I myself am guilty of being the proud owner of the "Bun and Thigh Roller", which fits nicely in my coat closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know some of your stories. I would love to hear them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3923132118358133061?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3923132118358133061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3923132118358133061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3923132118358133061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3923132118358133061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/01/but-wait.html' title='But Wait!!'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169630657551600466.post-3070123183165535670</id><published>2007-01-06T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:40:53.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorders'/><title type='text'>Every little step I take................</title><content type='html'>I am going &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; try the "blog mania" out and see how it goes. I have nothing else better to do and enjoy meeting and talking with other people. Bear with me as I try to customize and tweak my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you know a little bit about me, I am a firm believer in taking it "One Day at a Time". I have been in active recovery for an eating disorder since November 1, 2006.  Every little step I take is a step towards the future and my happiness. My friends and family mean the world to me and I could not have made it this far without their love and support carrying me through each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of obtaining treatment, I took a leave of absence from school, where I teach 8th grade Math and 6th Grade Science and coach/sponsor our high school cheerleaders. My first day back to teach was this past Thursday, January 4th. I realized how much I had missed teaching and interacting with my students. Unfortunately, I also realized how much time I had spent sitting on my butt during treatment, etc. I am totally exhausted and need to rethink my shoe choices for next week!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One aspect I did not miss during my "treatment vacation" was the grading of papers and teenage cheerleading drama. Yes, in the 2 days we were at school this week, I experienced them both. I will be able to handle them better (I hope) now that I am better.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on and it will regardless.   One day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169630657551600466-3070123183165535670?l=everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/3070123183165535670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169630657551600466&amp;postID=3070123183165535670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3070123183165535670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169630657551600466/posts/default/3070123183165535670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everypathhasapuddle.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-little-step-i-take.html' title='Every little step I take................'/><author><name>MomToHunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07196859613204295718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z-0EVQQPzco/SxpicX5gBbI/AAAAAAAABWs/xtsVLQZ-4qM/S220/christmas+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
