<?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-23531346</id><updated>2012-02-12T21:55:52.436-08:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Just Me And My Guys</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day life with my husband and 4 boys... that's right, I said 4 BOYS!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4163450389533853029</id><published>2011-11-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:50:15.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recently I was talking with a &lt;a href="http://juliegumm.com/wordpress/" target="_blank"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;and got on a subject where I realized later just how bad I was judging someone else and their actions. I felt really guilty about it as I lay in bed that night. My heart was in the wrong place and I know that now. I then started thinking about a few verses I know about judging others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+7:2&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;Matthew 7:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you will be treated as you treat others.  The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be &lt;b&gt;judge&lt;/b&gt;d.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow! I will be judged by the standard I judge others with? That's a tough thought for me. I can be pretty harsh when looking at others but do I really want to look at myself the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+2:3&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;Romans 2:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you &lt;b&gt;judge&lt;/b&gt; others for doing these things, why do you think you can avoid God’s judgment when you do the same things? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Again, what am I thinking when I judge others? Should I not be worried that I am doing some of these same things? Is my heart in the right place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes+3:17&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, “In due season God will &lt;b&gt;judge&lt;/b&gt; everyone, both good and bad, for all their deeds.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It is not up to me to judge those in my life. That's God's job and I'm sure He can handle it much better than I can anyway. So from now on, I'm going to strive to let Him be the judge and trust that He has it taken care of. I know it won't be easy because human nature will cause me to stray but I want my heart to be in the right place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you ever struggle with judging others? I'd love to hear your thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4163450389533853029?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4163450389533853029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4163450389533853029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4163450389533853029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4163450389533853029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/11/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1015722807104760286</id><published>2011-11-01T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:18:41.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Gets Flipped</title><content type='html'>I don't know how else to explain the way I feel but to say that life has been flipped upside down lately. Things aren't like they used to be. I get so worn out easily and the kids know it. My attitude is much more on edge than I'd like to admit. I struggle to keep it together when there are four children yelling, goofing off, banging things and making noise. My ears actually hurt and feel like someone is sticking pins in them at points during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God has a plan! I know He has a purpose! I keep trusting that it will all be revealed in His time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm trying to focus on the good and find the silver linings but it's not always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for strength, patience and understanding of this crazy disease and the effects on my body!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1015722807104760286?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1015722807104760286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1015722807104760286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1015722807104760286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1015722807104760286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-life-gets-flipped.html' title='When Life Gets Flipped'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6760781907100032966</id><published>2011-10-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T08:26:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steroids</title><content type='html'>I love to hate steroids! At first I loved the steroids because they took away the pain, discoloration of my gums, bloody noses and more. It was amazing to be able to walk without join pain. I wasn't embarrassed to open my mouth to speak or smile at people because my gums looked terrible. What an amazing drug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the side effects started. I noticed my face getting more round. I told my Mom I looked like a chipmunk and she jokingly said "You'll be a cute little chipmunk for Fall!" Nice one, Mom. Then I noticed that my jeans were feeling a bit snug in the waist which I've never struggled with... I'm more of the jeans being tight in the rear/thigh/hip area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, they make me super cranky! I feel like I want to crawl out of my own skin some days. I am on edge with the boys and Jeff. I feel like I can lose my mind at the drop of a hat. It's NOT a pleasant feeling or the way I want to live my life and love on my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw the doctor on Friday and thought for sure I could convince her to start weaning me off the steroids but she said no. In fact, she said we can't start that until we get the Cytoxan (chemo) higher. I will be starting to double those meds next week sometime. Not sure how I feel about either of those ideas. I had no idea we were going to be upping them at all. Sounds like this may only be the beginning of treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be walking 4 miles per day and eating more "rabbit" food  and protein. I started off well yesterday so we'll see if I can work up  to 4 miles per day. That's quite a bit when you're trying to drag 4  kids along. Hoping I can find an inexpensive treadmill to be able to walk at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to feel discouraged right now but it's really hard. I know God has a plan in all of this and I want so bad to just know right now what that is! Pray that I can stay positive and keep looking ahead. I will remain confident in this... I WILL see the goodness of the LORD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6760781907100032966?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6760781907100032966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6760781907100032966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6760781907100032966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6760781907100032966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/10/steroids.html' title='Steroids'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4238412719581149961</id><published>2011-09-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:29:08.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread out</title><content type='html'>Having 4 children is fun! We never really had a set number or a set number of years apart we wanted our children. We just knew we loved kids. Once we had Josh we knew we wanted him to have a sibling so we started trying when he was maybe 16 months? Can't remember exactly but I know it felt like it took forever to actually get pregnant! I remember times when I would just cry and cry because I thought we'd never have another baby. Finally it happened and along came Seth. Then we decided to try again, in hopes of a girl and along came Jacob. Then I got pregnant again and Jordan surprised us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sure is challenging when you have 4 boys, each 3 years apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is 5th grade homework and diapers being changed.&lt;br /&gt;We have two kids losing teeth and one just popping in his baby molars.&lt;br /&gt;The oldest is practicing trumpet while the youngest needs a nap.&lt;br /&gt;There's skim milk and whole milk in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Three can get their own snacks and I'm still cutting up food for the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely spread out and crazy but it's the way we roll around here. I wouldn't change it for anything! It has given us the opportunity to enjoy each boy in each stage of his life. We celebrate the big and little victories of every day life together. God has truly blessed our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Fun Fact... This summer the boys all turned a year older 10, 7, 4 and 1... the years they were born 2001, 2004, 2007, 2010. Kind of cool, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4238412719581149961?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4238412719581149961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4238412719581149961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4238412719581149961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4238412719581149961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/09/spread-out.html' title='Spread out'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-900012437550556047</id><published>2011-08-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:46:54.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diagnosis... part 2</title><content type='html'>My next step was to see an ENT. I got in right away with him but wasn't thrilled. The appointment felt very rushed and he wasn't the nicest guy. He shoved a tube down my nose and looked around near my voice box. It was painful and I gagged a lot. Oh well, I've had worse! He sent me for a sinus CT to make sure there were no serious masses on top of other issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came back negative and he said my sinuses were beautiful. Nice, huh? This appointment went very well and he agreed that I did have Wegener's Granuloma. I liked him more at that point because he wasn't sticking tubes down my nose! Anyway, he suggested that I see a Rheumatologist and possibly a Pulmonologist and Immunologist.... you get the "gist" Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheduled my appointment and got in with the Rhuematologist. She wasn't very friendly either. What's up with these doctors? Anyway, they asked tons of questions. I was asked to strip to my undies and put on a gown.... good thing I wore my nice, new ones! They poked and touched about everything on my body. Asked more questions but didn't give much info. Took 8 vials of blood and a urine sample. It was so much fun, I could have stayed all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for a TB test on Friday and that came back negative on Monday. No surprise but I guess it had to be done. Tomorrow I'm scheduled for a high resolution chest CT. We'll see how that goes. This will be the third time I've been to that radiologist in the past few weeks so I'm expecting to see my name in lights on one of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll see the Rheumatologist again and hopefully get some answers. I was given some info to read about the new drugs they want to start me on. They sound thrilling and the side effects sound heavenly... NOT! They are types of chemo drugs so I'm not sure what all is involved. A friend of mine that's a nurse said it was probably be intravenously but I won't know the details until I talk with the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the steroids haven't been too bad. They put me in a foggy state and I can't always focus on what's going on around me. My gums look better, my voice is stronger and my joints aren't aching so that is a huge plus! I guess we'll see where this journey takes me. For now I'm trusting that it's all in God's plan and I can't wait to see where He takes me next!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-900012437550556047?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/900012437550556047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=900012437550556047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/900012437550556047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/900012437550556047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/08/diagnosis-part-2.html' title='The Diagnosis... part 2'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6555540902282920730</id><published>2011-08-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T09:01:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough couple of months around here. Back in April, I started getting terrible headaches. Then I noticed my gums bleeding. Not just when I brushed or ate but just here and there. It was weird. I mentioned it to the doctor who brought up some different ideas and thoughts. They sent me for blood work and said to take Motrin for pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a month and no change, I decided to seek another doctor's opinion. He adjusted my neck and back, ran more blood tests, sent me for an MRI and gave me a new prescription for migraine medicine. The MRI came back clean which was a praise! The migraine medicine seemed to help with the headaches so I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my gums were not only bleeding but they were turning colors now. I made an appointment at the dentist to see what they thought. They took tons of xrays and did a thorough check up. The dentist gave me a referral to see an oral surgeon. I wasn't sure what to think at that point. I knew something was up but I didn't know exactly what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, a friend from church works in the oral surgeon's office and got me an appointment right away. He came in and took a look and had some scary news for me... he thought I was showing signs of Leukemia or Lymphoma. So I had to go for blood work and he put a STAT order on it. The results came back the next morning and they were negative. Another huge praise! That leaves you wondering what it could possibly be though. His office scheduled me for a gum biopsy that same Saturday. It wasn't too painful and it only took a few minutes. He suggested that day that they were looking at a couple different diseases and one of them was Wegener's Granuloma. I had no idea what that was but was thankful they were taking it seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to wait for the results and look up this new disease. Probably not the best idea to google something like that. You will see every scary thing that has ever happened to people! Oh well, I was curious and couldn't just sit at home and wait, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week I went back to the regular doctor to talk with them about possible infections in my sinus and chest area. They started me on another antibiotic and a small dose of steroids. Plus, sent me for more blood work. This time doing an actual test for Wegener's Granuloma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood work and the biopsy both came back positive for it. So there was my answer. Now I knew what I had but what to do with it... continued on a later post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6555540902282920730?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6555540902282920730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6555540902282920730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6555540902282920730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6555540902282920730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/08/diagnosis.html' title='The Diagnosis'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2009531120550468600</id><published>2011-07-14T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:15:00.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kiddos are Sick</title><content type='html'>It all started with me getting a double ear infection and sore throat. I assume it's from the swimming we've been doing and the fact that my body isn't used to that much water in my ears. Oh well, started meds and have been feeling a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Jordan's turn. He started running a fever on Wednesday. By Friday it was still spiking and I didn't want to go into the weekend without a trip to the doctor. They got him in and said "Double ear infection and possible strep." Sounds like I've heard that somewhere before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough Jake spiked a fever Tuesday night, right before bed. He had shots on Monday so I thought it might be an adverse reaction to that. Called the doctor and they said it probably was. I'm supposed to wait it out and see if he's still spiking a fever by Friday. Last night was the first time he complained that his mouth (throat) hurts. Here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with 4 kids in the house this is bound to happen. I just hate to see them suffering! It breaks my heart. Hopefully we'll kick this one in the booty and be well for a while!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2009531120550468600?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2009531120550468600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2009531120550468600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2009531120550468600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2009531120550468600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-kiddos-are-sick.html' title='When Kiddos are Sick'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2764530225930383533</id><published>2011-07-13T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:18:00.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with ADHD</title><content type='html'>We've known for a long time that Seth had some ADHD tendencies but we've always just called him our "wild man" and laughed it off. He's very active and has more energy than anyone I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried as he entered Kindergarten and wasn't sure how he'd ever make it. The teacher was very strict and had a very scheduled day. In some ways that's good and in others, it's not. They got along but I could always tell that he definitely wasn't her favorite student. I felt bad for him and wished for a better start to his elementary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered into 1st grade we found out that there was a teacher available that Josh had for 2nd grade. She was a Christian teacher and we felt so blessed to have her once! I spoke with her and she was aware that he was active and was willing to take on the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple months of school and Seth coming home on yellow or orange, I knew things had to improve! Plus, things at home had taken a turn for the worse. There were some very strange and unreasonable behaviors taking place. I talked to the teacher and she said he definitely had signs of ADHD. At least I wasn't really losing my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wrote a letter and we got Seth into see a specialist. She went over a check list with us. Anything over 25 was considered ADHD... Seth scored 49. It was pretty obvious that he needed to get this under control. We talked about our options and decided that medicine was the best way to go for us at the time. We went home with a prescription for Adderall. He started the next morning and within a week we saw changes at home and school. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months later we started having some more issues with his behavior and questioned the medicines effectiveness. We saw the doctor again and she recommended that we up the dosage. So he started taking a little more and that seemed to do the trick. Back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a couple more months went by and we started seeing signs that something else might be going on. He started speaking very "properly" for lack of a better word. He would enunciate his words quite often. We noticed that he was having hard time playing with friends and sharing. He often felt like the friends were out to get him and trying to make him mad. This was hard to watch as a parent because he would then just play by himself in the corner or in his room. There are some other issues as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the doctor last month and she suggested that we have him evaluated. We're now working on getting that done so we can get him the treatment and help he needs. It's a long road but I'm glad God is with us. I'm not sure I would make it without knowing He has a plan for Seth's life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2764530225930383533?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2764530225930383533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2764530225930383533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2764530225930383533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2764530225930383533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/07/living-with-adhd.html' title='Living with ADHD'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4499116369058757605</id><published>2011-07-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:55:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To work, or not to work...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been considering getting a job. Not because I want to but  because I have to. We've had some unexpected medical issues arise and  that brings bills for some reason. It's not easy when you see your child  in pain and the pediatrician says "Take him down to the children's  hospital to have it checked out." You do it because what is your other  option? Well, unfortunately that also caused us to get a $1400 bill in  the mail. My favorite kind of mail... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when  you're having terrible headaches for months and no medication is  clearing it up. You go to the doctor and he says words like Leukemia,  brain tumor, or whatever else he said that I didn't catch because he  said those other words that had me freaking out! You go for the MRI and a  few weeks later an $800 bill arrives in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  I'm scheduled to go to the dentist and who knows how much that will cost  me. I'm bracing myself for it! Probably not going to be pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have insurance for both medical and dental but it's  not the best. What's up with that anyway? Isn't it supposed to help us  out and cover the issues we're having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we're praying about our options and trying to figure  out how God is going to provide. Jeff says he could go get a second job  but I feel terrible thinking about him working double time so I can keep  staying home. I'm not a good salesperson so I don't think any of those  in-home party sales would be a great option. I'm open to suggestions  though! Any ideas? Otherwise, just pray for our family to do what God  wants us to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4499116369058757605?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4499116369058757605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4499116369058757605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4499116369058757605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4499116369058757605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/07/lately-ive-been-considering-getting-job.html' title='To work, or not to work...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3100775716719647577</id><published>2011-07-11T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:18:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>I have lots of "friends" in my life but there are some that are closer than others. One friend that comes to mind as a constant in my life is &lt;a href="http://juliegumm.com/wordpress/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;. We've been friends for over 9 years. Honestly, we can't either one remember how exactly it started. We were in the same small group for several years and I'm guessing it just kind of happened. I'm sure thankful it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think back on so many memories over the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The time I worked with her sister in law, Jenny and we surprised her with a baby shower. I know there are pictures somewhere but her face was priceless when she walked in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The times we scrapbooked together late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I remember when her and Mark wanted to do a Holiday open house. We worked so hard on the finger foods. The party was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Once when I surprised her for her birthday and we went horseback riding. That&lt;br /&gt;was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I remember roping her into co-directing the church nursery with me. It was great serving with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She threw me a baby shower for baby boy #2 and helped with baby boy #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She comforted me and my family the night we thought we had lost my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Once when I had surgery she had to come "babysit" me because I was loopy on pain killers and couldn't move very well. Who knows what I said to her that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She supported me and was always there during the time my Mom made her way through breast cancer. Plus, made my Mom a goody bag of some of her favorite things... like red hots to help get through chemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The time her dog, Snickers died and we drove to the vet. We waiting as they got him out and she burst into tears in the parking lot. We stood and cried until we laughed. Then stopped at Starbucks to help us get through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ We had a special adoption shower for her when L and B were coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ We've seen so many movies over the years... we really should have kept a count of them because that would have been fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years now, she's been praying for me in good times and bad. I know I can always call her up when I've had a rough day and cry my eyes out. It's not always pretty but she helps me work through it and sees the silver lining. Like the time my son finger painted on the brand new carpet and she rushed over with her carpet cleaner. Or when I was pregnant and not sure I could love all of my kids enough. Probably sounds silly now but they were big when they happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but she's been a cheerleader for me in some business schemes I've tried... Premier Jewelry, Avon and Day care in my home. Always willing to offer a hand or host a party. Always coming up with new ideas to make extra to help support my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been nights where we've gone to dinner or a movie, hit up Starbucks and that's not quite long enough so we sit in the car for another couple hours and just talk about anything and everything! She even puts up with me when I get slap-happy and can't control my laughter. Actually, I think she secretly hopes I get that way every time :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so blessed over the years! I've learned nothing can surprise me about her. She is willing to take risks and try new things. Her heart is HUGE and she has a big desire to serve the Lord and those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently I have to say that I've loved watching her through the adoption process. I remember the morning she stopped by with a video and we watched two sweet kids singing together. I cried my eyes out at the hopes of these two coming home to live with her. I knew that she was the perfect Mom for the job! I waited patiently for updates and news as the process continued. I had no idea what she was going through but I tried to cheer her on and encourage her along the journey! It was such a special night when they came home and I got to be a part of the "family" at the airport to welcome them. What a joy that truly was and I will never forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her heart for orphans is bigger than ever. She's also a big hot-shot that wrote a book, &lt;a href="http://adoptwithoutdebt.com/?page_id=117"&gt;Adopt without Debt&lt;/a&gt;. Recently she was featured on the Dave Ramsey show. I am so proud of her and her accomplishments. God is really using her to reach out and spread the hope about adoption. It can be done and she is proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't imagine my life without her! Julie, thank you for being such a huge blessing in my life. God truly brought me a gift when our paths crossed. Love you, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the time I surprised her and&lt;br /&gt;we went horseback riding... cowboy hats and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwE5V3gJGVc/ThuyEZgljDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/mQ_epz4eFC4/s1600/Julie%2527s%2BBirthday%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwE5V3gJGVc/ThuyEZgljDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/mQ_epz4eFC4/s320/Julie%2527s%2BBirthday%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628287947966352434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3100775716719647577?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3100775716719647577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3100775716719647577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3100775716719647577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3100775716719647577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/07/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwE5V3gJGVc/ThuyEZgljDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/mQ_epz4eFC4/s72-c/Julie%2527s%2BBirthday%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6776288862929095936</id><published>2011-06-08T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:19:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Start</title><content type='html'>Jordan was a different baby from inside the womb. With my first three, I was terribly sick for a good part of pregnancy. Not this little guy, I hardly even felt nauseous or tossed my cookies. He moved but wasn't super active. I even carried him differently. I honestly thought he was going to be a girl since my pregnancy was so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several weeks of him trying to escape the womb and doctors stopping it, he made his appearance on June 18th. We were so excited and felt so blessed to have our 4th little guy. Even his entrance was different... he was screaming on the way out and came head and hand first. The doctor and nurses had a good laugh about him trying to shake their hand as he came out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so sweet but was a crier from the beginning of life. I remember one evening at the hospital when there were several people in the room and the nurse came in because he wouldn't stop crying. She took him and swaddled him up tight and laid him in the bed, propped up. We were told to leave him alone for an hour or so because he was overstimulated. It worked! He just wanted to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on he was an "okay" baby. Friends and people at church would ask me if he was a good baby and I would reply "No, not really!" I felt terrible but it was the honest to goodness truth and I was tired of pretending. I just wanted him to stop crying. It got to the point where the three older boys just expected that's what all babies did. I was in tears more than a few times by the time Jeff would get home from work. I'd hand him over and go sit in my room for peace and quiet... just 10 minutes was enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was about 4 months old I realized that he would cry for hours on end and something wasn't right. I mentioned it to the doctor but she didn't really seem too concerned. She said "keep an eye on it." One night, he had been crying for 3 hours straight. I called my Mom and asked her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up leaving the three older boys with her and my Dad and went to the Children's Hospital. I remember standing there in the triage area where I heard one nurse say to the other "He's crying more than normal, something definitely isn't right." So they checked him in and got us settled in a room. The doctor came in a checked him over and they decided to do blood work. She came in quickly and said that his white blood cell count was through the roof and more tests needed to be done. So a spinal tap was ordered, urine was collected and an IV was placed in his foot. I couldn't stand the thought of watching the spinal so I left the room. I will never forget hearing him screaming from down the hallway in the waiting room. It brought tears to my eyes and I held my breath. I remember the words "leukemia" and "infections" being spoken but most of that was a blur because I was so tired and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later they moved us to a room where he was admitted and they started treatment. They ruled out anything scary and finally just told us he had a bad infection. In fact, every time a doctor or nurse would enter the room, they would glove up and put on a gown. It was really weird not knowing what type of infection was running through his body. They honestly couldn't give me that answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day three they sent us down for testing of reflux and swallowing disorders. I was nervous about how he would do. The did several tests where they tilted him around on a table and in a chair. I had to feed him this milky white solution from a bottle, spoon and cup. He took it easily so that was a blessing. I can't imagine if he would have fought the process! They diagnosed him with reflux and started him on Zantac twice daily. The nurses laughed when they would come in for his dose each morning and night. They said they never saw a baby who took it so nicely. Apparently, it doesn't taste great and most babies would fight it. I honestly think he wanted the relief and didn't have the energy to fight them! God worked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when people comment about what a "Good" or "sweet" baby he is, I usually reply "He had a rough start but he's a great baby now!" We will probably never know what the "infection" was or why it attacked his body but I praise God that he was healed and that he has grown into such a strong, loving, amazing little boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6776288862929095936?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6776288862929095936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6776288862929095936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6776288862929095936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6776288862929095936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/06/rough-start.html' title='Rough Start'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6230990565744371628</id><published>2011-05-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:42:33.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Adam</title><content type='html'>Once in a while you're in a store and you hear "We have a Code Adam..." I've often heard those and thought "How on earth can you lose your child like that?" I mean we've all had our kids wonder down the isle or around the corner but you usually spot them and do the old "1... 2... " and they return to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that all changed the other day when I was at Sam's Club. My sister and I had to grab a few things. We had eaten a piece of pizza, made a trip to the restroom and then were on our way. Jake decided he should walk instead of ride in the cart. We had just made it past the cold cases and were on our way to check out. I stopped to look at something and turned around to find Jacob was no longer next to me. I thought he had just walked around the corner so I stepped over to look. Still no Jacob. Hmmm, maybe he went down the next isle. Negative. This is when I slightly start to feel my heart flutter. I walk three or four isles over and my sister took off the other way. He was LOST! I find an associate and let her know that I need some help locating my son. I'm sure my voice was quivering at this point. On her walkie-talkie she says the dreaded words "We have a code Adam. 4 year old white male, red shirt and denim shorts. Last seen near the freezer cases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching and I see at least 10 employees start out to search for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; missing child. I'm in panic mode at this point and tears are welling up in my eyes. Where could he be? A man notices my panic and worry and asks "Are you looking for a boy?" I quickly said "YES!" He said "check the storage sheds, I just saw one through the window." I ran over and threw the door open to find him standing there with a big smile. Apparently we were playing a game of hide and seek and I hadn't been informed. I scooped him up and gave him a big hug. We had a talk about staying with Mommy and asking for permission before walking away. I think he understands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never judge those parents again... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; one of those parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6230990565744371628?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6230990565744371628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6230990565744371628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6230990565744371628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6230990565744371628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/05/code-adam.html' title='Code Adam'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5589831684737534671</id><published>2011-04-24T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:39:01.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants in your pants...</title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to share this with many people because it's just gross but I decided to post it on my blog so now I guess the whole world can hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I woke to a screaming baby who had an explosive diaper and didn't want to go back to bed. So I decided to snuggle on the couch with him and watch an episode of Oprah. Side note, I've decided to watch her final episodes even though I haven't watched her regularly before. Anyway, there was a follow up show where she talked to a young man who had grown up in the south. He lived in a very poor community that didn't have running water and they often had rodents and bugs in their house. He said at night they would actually wear earplugs or stuff something in their ears so the roaches couldn't get it. I felt sad for the boy and thought about how much better our conditions were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan ended up falling asleep in my arms so I laid him back in his crib and headed to my room. I remember laying in bed as I fell asleep, praying and thanking the Lord for not allowing us to have roaches in our home... and especially not in my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I got the boys off to school and came home to get ready for the day. I got my shower and got dressed. As I was doing my makeup I realized there was something scratching the inside of my leg. I adjusted a little and it went away. Then a few minutes later, I realized there was something moving in my pants near my hip. I tried to remain calm but I was completely freaking out inside. I grabbed my pants and squished them together as hard as I could and heard... or felt, a crunch! Oh my goodness!! So I ripped my pants off as quick as I could and what do you know? There inside my jeans was a roach. I got back in the shower. I left the pants on the floor and made Jeff take care of them when he got home. I think I washed them twice to make sure it was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously God has a great sense of humor because I had just prayed about roaches in the wee hours of the morning. I had asked him not to let them be in my bed. Apparently, I need to be more specific next time... I don't want roaches ANYWHERE in my house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still aren't quite sure how that roach got in the house. Our best guess is that the boys had left the garage door open the night before and he found a cozy home to sneak in. I made Jeff thoroughly spray the entire inside and out for bugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5589831684737534671?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5589831684737534671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5589831684737534671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5589831684737534671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5589831684737534671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/04/ants-in-your-pants.html' title='Ants in your pants...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2110303372656933833</id><published>2011-04-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:23:34.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>So I realize it's been way to long since I updated this blog. I have the urge to sit down and write something every day. Somehow it passes as I get a whiff of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper and realize a change is needed or I find the latest spill on the floor that someone forgot to mention or even attempt to clean up. My heart is in it but there are 4 little distractions that always pop up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we've been busy just doing life. You know how it goes. It may seem like nothing special to you but it's always an adventure for us. Jordan is 10 months old, Jake is learning more each day, Seth was diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; (more to come on this topic in another post) and Josh is busy in the kitchen and doing school work :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days pass faster than I'm ready for. I can't believe we're halfway through April already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, at least you know I'm still here... still breathing! I'm hoping to hop on here at least a few times a week and update. We'll see how long it lasts. I do miss the blogging world though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2110303372656933833?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2110303372656933833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2110303372656933833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2110303372656933833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2110303372656933833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2011/04/shes-baaaaack.html' title='She&apos;s Baaaaack!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2020747032999959611</id><published>2010-08-25T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:18:32.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Gonna Lie</title><content type='html'>My friend, Julie recently posted a &lt;a href="http://juliegumm.com/wordpress/?p=1989"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; of her faults and I thought it was a really great idea! We might as well get it all out there on the table, right? She's right, I happen to look around at all the other "Moms" I know and think they've got it all together in life! Truth be told, they are probably just as stressed out, tired and frustrated as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my list of honest truths about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I don't like listening to my children argue with each other. I probably raise my voice too often to correct this issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I hate a lot of vegetables and don't force my kids to try and like them either. So we don't have them as often as we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I would love to watch TV more than I should. There are just so many good shows out there and I want to keep up with all of them. It's something I'm working on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There are times when I don't really listen to my kids when I know I should be. Just had to apologize to the oldest yesterday when he was telling me a story and I zoned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My hubby doesn't know how to work the remote (in my opinion) so I'm in control when we watch a show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I get frustrated that my kids don't help out more around the house but it's my own fault for not making them. I can't figure out a great system to get us started. We're tried several times and failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I don't take the time to snuggle with my hubby as much as I should. I get frustrated when I'm "busy" doing something and he needs some lovin'. He's a very patient man but it frustrates him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've discovered that I only have to wash my hair every other day. So I straighten it one day and then don't do much with it the next day. Maybe throw a few curls in and pull it back. Not sure if it's being lazy or smart on my part :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This blog is another area where I struggle. I feel as though I have so much to say and would enjoy writing more but get nervous that someone out there will read it and judge me. Why do I worry so much about what others think? I should be living for only ONE person in my life... my creator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more that I could list but I don't want to scare you all away! Thanks for letting me honest and keep it real with ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2020747032999959611?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2020747032999959611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2020747032999959611&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2020747032999959611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2020747032999959611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-gonna-lie.html' title='Not Gonna Lie'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6386640911758610118</id><published>2010-08-12T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:02:20.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world, Jordan!</title><content type='html'>He's here and we're all adjusting to life as a family of 6! The older boys are more than excited to have a baby brother. They ran to tell all their friends on our street that he was home and took Daddy's cell phone to show pictures. Jacob however, has had mixed emotions over his new brother. The day we brought him home he asked "Can he go back in Mommy's tummy?" Then later asked "Can't we take him back to the hospital?" Lately he seems to have taken a liking to him though... talking to him and singing when Jordan gets upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our newest family member...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/TGTfpdrBsMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/cw79qFhY_aU/s1600/SDC11527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/TGTfpdrBsMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/cw79qFhY_aU/s320/SDC11527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504770547986313410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/TGTe4axHdjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cq8zF4TyRFg/s1600/Jordan+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/TGTe4axHdjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cq8zF4TyRFg/s320/Jordan+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504769705392961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6386640911758610118?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6386640911758610118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6386640911758610118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6386640911758610118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6386640911758610118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-world-jordan.html' title='Welcome to the world, Jordan!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/TGTfpdrBsMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/cw79qFhY_aU/s72-c/SDC11527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7074595807377453776</id><published>2010-05-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:26:41.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the final countdown...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure exactly when it will happen but this little guy is going to be here before long! We are excited about seeing who he looks like. We have three boys that look very similar but each has their own "look" if that's possible! Plus, I wonder what his personality will be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm at 34 weeks and 3 days so it's still a bit early but things seem to be moving along. My doctor has given me strict orders to rest as much as possible and NO HOUSE WORK! Ugh, if only she knew how much I want to be getting things ready right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crib is ready. We put the bassinet together last week. I packed my bag so I think we're good to go at this point. Now we just have to wait for the big moment :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7074595807377453776?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7074595807377453776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7074595807377453776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7074595807377453776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7074595807377453776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s the final countdown...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8273965645678329418</id><published>2010-03-21T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:25:17.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laundry Pile</title><content type='html'>I recently had someone refer to the "day" I do laundry at my house. I had to stop and think back to the good old days when we could do laundry once a week... can I get an Amen? It made me laugh at the thought, really. I don't remember the last time I waited a whole week to do laundry. For those of you who have two or more children, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just boys or children in general but I feel like I'm constantly doing a load or two of laundry. It just piles up before my eyes! Guess it's time I start training those little guys to get in there and help their Mama, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think, a couple more months and we're adding one more family member's clothes to the pile... and even though he'll be tiny... he'll sure dirty a ton of tiny clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8273965645678329418?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8273965645678329418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8273965645678329418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8273965645678329418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8273965645678329418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2010/03/laundry-pile.html' title='The Laundry Pile'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1094911976983584683</id><published>2010-02-09T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:07:30.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a pain... in my head!</title><content type='html'>I've experience headaches since I was in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade. I don't even remember how I made it to the nurses office after I blacked out in the classroom. It was the strangest feeling. That brought about numerous tests and trips to the doctor. I began having to take migraine pills when they would start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These migraines are terrible because I typically loose sight, then limbs start to go numb and I just can't focus or concentrate. It can be scary but once you've done it as many times as I have, it's just routine. The worst one I ever had was while I was pregnant with Josh... my ears, eye lids and tongue went numb and I couldn't even speak! I think that one actually freaked the doctor out a little :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has caused regular every day headaches but it's also given me two migraines. What a mess. The first one was eased by drinking coke, taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; and sleeping for several hours. The second one, not so much. After 24 hours of fighting it, Jeff and my Mom convinced me to go to the ER. I wasn't happy but knew I would get the relief I needed. They gave me a shot of morphine and sent me home with Tylenol 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just praying that they won't return and the rest of this pregnancy will be smooth sailing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1094911976983584683?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1094911976983584683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1094911976983584683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1094911976983584683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1094911976983584683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-pain-in-my-head.html' title='What a pain... in my head!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6886915536526142132</id><published>2010-02-03T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:35:20.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>So I don't know how this is going to come across but it's what's in my heart and I want to say it. Since I've gotten pregnant, everyone has been talking about my having a daughter. Believe me, that's what I desire more than anything else. I've told people before that not having a daughter is like living with a hole in my heart! Growing up I always imagined my life as a Mommy to a couple of daughters. Maybe it was because I only had a sister and the bond we have with our Mom is unbreakable! Maybe it's because I always dreamed about dressing them up and doing their hair. Whatever it is, it's there and it's stronger than it has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time when we're in a store and I see families who have little girls. Especially when they have all little girls and they aren't clean and their hair is a disaster. I'm telling the truth when I say that I've spoken with God about my judgment of those parents. He knows I don't feel it's completely "fair." It's a personal issue that I'm working on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as I sit just one week away from finding out what we will be blessed with, it's hard. My emotions are high and my heart is on edge. People keep asking "Will you really be okay if it's another boy?" "Do you think you'll have a meltdown on the ultrasound table?" "Are you going to cry depending on what you find out?" The answer is, I don't know! I honestly can't say how that day will be spent. I'm sure it will be full of emotion no matter what the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says he gives us the desires of our hearts and I'm trying to trust that. I also know that He is in control and if He knows that another boy is best, then that's what I will have to trust. One day I will understand His reasons but until then I rest in His will for our family and my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6886915536526142132?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6886915536526142132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6886915536526142132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6886915536526142132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6886915536526142132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6105755377517314765</id><published>2009-12-29T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:02:06.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas with family and friends. It's nice to have my family close all the time. This year we got to celebrate with Jeff's brother and his wife and their 4 kids after two years of them being in another country. Seems the celebrations have come and gone and life was a whirlwind for a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are on to the new year and what 2010 holds for this family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6105755377517314765?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6105755377517314765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6105755377517314765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6105755377517314765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6105755377517314765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1623112003769993971</id><published>2009-11-09T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:32:11.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration mixed with sadness!</title><content type='html'>We found out last Monday that we are expecting baby #4! It's crazy when I stop and think about all this means. Especially when I think about all the birthdays we will have during that time of year. The baby will be born at some point in the summer when Jacob will be turning 3, Seth 6 and Josh 9! I guess that is how God wanted it to be because I wasn't exactly planning that. We are excited to see if we'll be having a boy or girl this time. You know what my heart desires and so does the Lord... He and I have had many talks since finding out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we were sad because of the 2 year Anniversary of Jeff's Mom passing. He was sick and had been running a fever for almost 24 hours at that point. So he didn't get to go down and visit his Mom's grave but we thought about her and talked about all she meant to so many people. He struggles so much because he was always so close to his Mom and it was hard to watch her suffer in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also just celebrated 2 years of my Mom being cancer free! It's been such a blessing to see her be aggressive in her treatment and fight this thing with all she has. What a terrible disease but what courage she has shown in the face of it. I can't imagine life without her and hope I never have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Jeff's 35 birthday and he was still very sick with a fever. I hoped he would be feeling better by the weekend so we could get out and celebrate. He was feeling better but by that point Seth was running a fever and then Jake. So we will have to put the celebrating off a little longer. Once everyone is well we will take him out and do dinner. I know he is looking forward to it as much as I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1623112003769993971?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1623112003769993971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1623112003769993971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1623112003769993971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1623112003769993971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebration-mixed-with-sadness.html' title='Celebration mixed with sadness!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3932659354834653630</id><published>2009-10-08T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:32:43.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaways are awesome!</title><content type='html'>Go check out Mary's &lt;a href="http://www.owlhaven.net/2009/10/05/october-family-feasts-giveaway/comment-page-2/#comment-38198"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt; at Owlhaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.owlhaven.net/2009/10/05/october-family-feasts-giveaway/comment-page-2/#comment-38198&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited to see who wins and I hope it's me :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3932659354834653630?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3932659354834653630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3932659354834653630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3932659354834653630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3932659354834653630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaways-are-awesome.html' title='Giveaways are awesome!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1630087768279080038</id><published>2009-09-20T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:38:00.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved my Grandpa</title><content type='html'>I don't want to try and write something about my Grandpa all over again because it's still a bit emotional for me. So here is what I wrote in the memory book online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a girl I remember thinking my Grandpa was a very important man because he was the Pastor of our church. When he spoke, people listened. I also thought he knew everything about God and the Bible. He studied more than anyone I knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the memories from the good times we spent with my Grandma and Grandpa. I will never forget spending the night and having yummy snacks like popcorn or bread and milk in a cup. There were the times laying on his bed playing with Andre the dog. The times out in their pool. Every couple weeks he would stop by our house to visit and we knew there would be a treat involved... most likely a Kit Kat Bar! We also enjoyed going to Burger King to get a whopper because Grandpa loved a good hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've gotten older I've come to realize just what an important and special man he truly was. It was so amazing to watch the relationship between him and my kids. My boys loved Great Grandpa and the times spent with him. It was always cute when Great Grandpa reached for his wallet because my boys knew he was about to give them a dollar! He would roll the ball with them or take them for rides in his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, we will never forget the good times we had with you. Thank you for loving us, believing in us and encouraging us no matter what life brought our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the graveside service. It was so emotional but I felt such honor for him and his service to our country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved seeing the flag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZLcmmxJRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Cxb75kUA8Uw/s1600-h/P6130016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZLcmmxJRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Cxb75kUA8Uw/s320/P6130016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383573359339578642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cool thing to hear and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZLAPhmHQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vzsIZgT5na4/s1600-h/P6130029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZLAPhmHQI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vzsIZgT5na4/s320/P6130029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383572872107531522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played so beautifully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZKkJizqbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uLGgK0xMau4/s1600-h/P6130030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZKkJizqbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uLGgK0xMau4/s320/P6130030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383572389465663922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folding the flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZKOx1Dh9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/B07zjoXpLXU/s1600-h/P6130038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZKOx1Dh9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/B07zjoXpLXU/s320/P6130038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383572022322497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting it to my Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZJ5eUKx0I/AAAAAAAAAio/Ez_pohiqkyQ/s1600-h/P6130043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZJ5eUKx0I/AAAAAAAAAio/Ez_pohiqkyQ/s320/P6130043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571656307033922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the strongest woman I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZJf-t2tcI/AAAAAAAAAig/ACiuojpMGic/s1600-h/P6130046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZJf-t2tcI/AAAAAAAAAig/ACiuojpMGic/s320/P6130046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571218328106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, Mom, Uncle Steve, Aunt Karen and Uncle Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZI76ogdPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VmrMemFm6Vw/s1600-h/P6130048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZI76ogdPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VmrMemFm6Vw/s320/P6130048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383570598756644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were trying to process the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZI7OO_NkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kuhxxlk4cyQ/s1600-h/P6130054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZI7OO_NkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kuhxxlk4cyQ/s320/P6130054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383570586838447682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1630087768279080038?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1630087768279080038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1630087768279080038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1630087768279080038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1630087768279080038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-loved-my-grandpa.html' title='I loved my Grandpa'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrZLcmmxJRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Cxb75kUA8Uw/s72-c/P6130016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1182713303018886746</id><published>2009-09-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:50:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel very blessed to have such a large family! Since I was a little girl we've always been closer to my Mom's side. On that side there were 9 grandkids, 7 girls and 2 boys. I used to love getting together at my Grandma's house for Holidays. My Grandparents had a pool and we would swim from morning til evening! I will always look back at those times and be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I get older, I appreciate my family even more. I've come to realize just how special each of them are to me. We're all grown now and have our own lives but we still make time to get together and celebrate life. You should see it when all of us our there together, it can get pretty crazy and loud. I guess some of the noise may have to do with the 9 great grandkids ranging in age from 13 years to 1 month old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Recently we all got together to visit with my cousin, Danah and her daughter, Aylah. We don't get to see them much because they live in Wisconsin now. It was also a blessing to have my cousin, Jen and her baby girl, Emma who was just days old. Here are some pictures from that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 of the great grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOqiDL2cAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/AbqoL5wzJQ8/s1600-h/family-August+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOqiDL2cAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/AbqoL5wzJQ8/s320/family-August+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382833481585160194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Mom, we need a baby girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOqLuhyt4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/0dwj0cDTYLc/s1600-h/family-August+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOqLuhyt4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/0dwj0cDTYLc/s320/family-August+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382833098082924418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Mom, we need two baby girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOpsYQ9xRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/H5wc9GHTjng/s1600-h/family-August+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOpsYQ9xRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/H5wc9GHTjng/s320/family-August+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382832559530820882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she the cutest thing ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOpYsV37jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z3x0eMZxEfQ/s1600-h/family-August+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOpYsV37jI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z3x0eMZxEfQ/s320/family-August+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382832221322735154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOo_jFex5I/AAAAAAAAAho/BMN2QIZUT_M/s1600-h/family-August+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOo_jFex5I/AAAAAAAAAho/BMN2QIZUT_M/s320/family-August+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382831789341329298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom with baby Aylah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOoucnEdjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Rya6Rliiovw/s1600-h/family-August+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOoucnEdjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Rya6Rliiovw/s320/family-August+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382831495545386546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist taking pictures of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOoNTrQ7tI/AAAAAAAAAhY/A2JbX66P6bg/s1600-h/family-August+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOoNTrQ7tI/AAAAAAAAAhY/A2JbX66P6bg/s320/family-August+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382830926211378898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three generations of wonderful women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOmiOl9-3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1FJYYSY74Gw/s1600-h/family-August+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOmiOl9-3I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1FJYYSY74Gw/s320/family-August+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382829086600985458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and Kristi... they just got engaged last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOmOifqq0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/yc3O8gTJpKA/s1600-h/family-August+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOmOifqq0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/yc3O8gTJpKA/s320/family-August+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382828748345879362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1182713303018886746?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1182713303018886746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1182713303018886746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1182713303018886746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1182713303018886746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-is-blessing.html' title='Family is a blessing'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrOqiDL2cAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/AbqoL5wzJQ8/s72-c/family-August+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5657794185054873422</id><published>2009-09-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:29:33.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some students steal your heart...</title><content type='html'>Student ministries can be very tough but so rewarding! I've had such a great time loving on these students and pouring into their lives. Anyone who knows me well, knows how nervous I was to jump into this area because I was so used to working with babies/children. I knew I had life experiences to offer these students, girls especially. I just wasn't sure how receptive they would be of me. It was amazing as I jumped right in and started serving. God truly blessed my life with each and everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time has gone on, I've poured into different lives and seen such growth. Wow, some of them have amazing talents and gifts. I've been to High School summer camp twice and what an experience! Jeff and I had the opportunity to do GO in 2008 and what a blessing it was. We trained with the students to do GO in 2009 but had to step away at the last minute with the passing of my Grandpa. It was tough but we knew family comes first in all areas of ministry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to say there are certain girls who steal your heart and make you so proud. Since I started a few years ago, I've been impressed with Ashley. She seemed wise and mature beyond her years. I've seen her serve as a member of the praise band, leader for Jr. High students, put in hard work for the GO trips and above all else a girl with a big heart who loves the Lord. She also reminds me of myself years ago when I was young and in love. She knows she wants to be a wife and mother and is praying that in God's timing she will marry the man of her dreams, Casey. I'm so glad God has given us the chance to get closer in the last few months. I feel so blessed to be a part of her life! I'm looking forward to the things God has planned for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pic is not one of my favorite pics (because of me) but she looks cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrFXmnRo9BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/05pMaOhhEpk/s1600-h/Stacey+%26+Ashley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrFXmnRo9BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/05pMaOhhEpk/s320/Stacey+%26+Ashley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382179350574068754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5657794185054873422?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5657794185054873422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5657794185054873422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5657794185054873422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5657794185054873422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-students-steal-your-heart.html' title='Some students steal your heart...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SrFXmnRo9BI/AAAAAAAAAhA/05pMaOhhEpk/s72-c/Stacey+%26+Ashley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4940494691640179876</id><published>2009-09-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:06:43.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round One... ding, ding</title><content type='html'>So lately Jeff and I have really felt like we're under the attack of the evil one. We just started back with High School small group in our home and a just last month felt led to start a college age ministry at our church. I should have known that satan would find that troubling and do everything in his power to tear us down and destroy our efforts! After all, when you're reaching people, especially students for Jesus Christ, that is just going to tick him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first big blows was when Jeff got a pay cut of 5% at work. We weren't happy but what else could we do. So we praised the Lord that Jeff even had a job! The Lord in return gave Jeff a small raise by being able to take on HR stuff in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second blow came when they announced that they would no longer be covering the health insurance for families of employees and only covering employees at half as much as they used to. Unfortunately we couldn't afford that because it more than doubled our rates to over $1000 per month. As of yet we still haven't found a new insurance plan that fits us just right. We are truly praying about what God would have us do in this situation and that He would protect each one of us until then! We cannot afford any more medical bills at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There haven't been huge blows since then but just little nagging pinches, pokes and kicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three boys and myself got sick. Seth got so bad that he had to see a doctor, fortunately they were nice and only charged $60 for seeing the doc without insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's car died on Saturday night as we were leaving for church and the new battery cost us $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have been disrespectful and argumentative lately. Which causes Jeff and I to be on edge with them and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more things that pop into my head but I'm not going to list them all. I just want to get the point across that WE ARE NOT going to let the evil one get us down! God has called us to to serve HIM and that is exactly what we plan on doing with our whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes are being made and every attempt to kick the devils butt is happening. Because "As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4940494691640179876?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4940494691640179876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4940494691640179876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4940494691640179876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4940494691640179876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/09/round-one-ding-ding.html' title='Round One... ding, ding'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-948600069233270115</id><published>2009-08-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:48:30.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Birthday Bash... part 3</title><content type='html'>Finally, here are the pictures of Josh's birthday. Am I old enough to have an 8 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I don't have pics of him with his cake because my battery died. I will have to ask my Mom to send those over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His metal detector from Gram and Big Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7c0Q76ltI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cJ1pUL6tb_4/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7c0Q76ltI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cJ1pUL6tb_4/s320/First+day+of+school+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474195957159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening his gift from Arianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7cpNjPBFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/s89EEujPXvw/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7cpNjPBFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/s89EEujPXvw/s320/First+day+of+school+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474006069773394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating with his 2nd grade class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his teacher gave "spankings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7adaK2jjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uvOluZ7jzXY/s1600-h/100_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7adaK2jjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uvOluZ7jzXY/s320/100_2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372471604275482162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-948600069233270115?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/948600069233270115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=948600069233270115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/948600069233270115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/948600069233270115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/08/triple-birthday-bash-part-3.html' title='Triple Birthday Bash... part 3'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7c0Q76ltI/AAAAAAAAAgw/cJ1pUL6tb_4/s72-c/First+day+of+school+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7168110845828895293</id><published>2009-08-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:29:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Birthday Bash... part 2</title><content type='html'>Now for Seth's birthday... can't believe he's 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The friends with Chuck E. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7YdMMSFDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Rx-3Ox15zrU/s1600-h/6-30-09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7YdMMSFDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Rx-3Ox15zrU/s320/6-30-09+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372469401500128306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He enjoyed that cake... (note to self, never get black/blue frosting again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7XnNYKJrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SI9JZ68PEiE/s1600-h/6-30-09+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7XnNYKJrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SI9JZ68PEiE/s320/6-30-09+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468474105439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Papa helping Analiah get the frosting off her nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7U3fIClfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9fFPSTVWlGs/s1600-h/6-30-09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7U3fIClfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9fFPSTVWlGs/s320/6-30-09+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372465455212697074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7ZTSUntSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-7CMsP6ssqc/s1600-h/6-30-09+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7ZTSUntSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-7CMsP6ssqc/s320/6-30-09+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372470330858648866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7168110845828895293?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7168110845828895293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7168110845828895293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7168110845828895293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7168110845828895293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/08/triple-birthday-bash-part-2.html' title='Triple Birthday Bash... part 2'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7YdMMSFDI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Rx-3Ox15zrU/s72-c/6-30-09+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6140489130354897213</id><published>2009-08-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:58:18.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summers at our house are always crazy, not only do we have all the usual summer fun and activities planned, we have three boys with birthdays to celebrate! I thought maybe I could catch you up on what those looked like and how we celebrated this year. I'm going to have to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in three posts though so I can fit all the pictures in. First we'll start with Jacob, his birthday was tough because we were dealing with the fact that my Grandpa was so sick. In fact, we found out just before the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y that he would be going into hospice care the following day. So it was as if we were celebrating a little life and dealing with the possible loss of an older one all at once! God is good and pulled us all through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding his new bike from Gram and Big Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RoCNpjdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nR1xNf1mvsU/s1600-h/100_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RoCNpjdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nR1xNf1mvsU/s320/100_2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372461891218673106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving on Grandma at the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RYRwV4LI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Is26HWZRGLc/s1600-h/100_2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RYRwV4LI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Is26HWZRGLc/s320/100_2709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372461620512809138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves his cousin Lexie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RE-6AFeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/D-yPRaxohck/s1600-h/100_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RE-6AFeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/D-yPRaxohck/s320/100_2713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372461289035535842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7Q0YNvZEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1awnawxcXQA/s1600-h/100_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7Q0YNvZEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1awnawxcXQA/s320/100_2699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372461003771438146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blowing out the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7P-fo5__I/AAAAAAAAAfA/OOVpZTfGD-g/s1600-h/100_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7P-fo5__I/AAAAAAAAAfA/OOVpZTfGD-g/s320/100_2664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460078051491826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing games at Peter Piper Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7PmGKVOcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qDEzireRjBw/s1600-h/100_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7PmGKVOcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qDEzireRjBw/s320/100_2649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372459658895505858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6140489130354897213?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6140489130354897213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6140489130354897213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6140489130354897213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6140489130354897213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/08/triple-birthday-bash.html' title='Triple Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/So7RoCNpjdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nR1xNf1mvsU/s72-c/100_2747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7744679978090063017</id><published>2009-08-07T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:24:04.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been so long...</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I blogged, I almost forgot how to log in. I really want to be here but I just can't find myself saying much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can share a little bit about Seth's first week in Kindergarten though. The very first day he had some good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, first thing out of his mouth "I didn't even go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Principal's&lt;/span&gt; office today!"&lt;br /&gt;Later on ~ "Lunch is the best part of school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday he fell asleep in music at some point and lost his lunch box somehow. Then the cafeteria was closed by the time I picked him up so we couldn't find it. He ended the day by being on yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday he had a tough time because the assistant tossed his lunch before he was completely done. That set him off and he began to cry his eyes out. The principal had to call me and have me talk with him to calm him down. He begged to come home but I wouldn't give in. He's got to learn I can't come get him any time he's upset! He came home on green though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday went great and he got a green star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens today. He seemed hesitant to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't he seem so tiny in that uniform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/Snxwz8-lGAI/AAAAAAAAAew/wJw56Ugvw9I/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/Snxwz8-lGAI/AAAAAAAAAew/wJw56Ugvw9I/s320/First+day+of+school+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367288893763033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think his back pack weighs more than he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/Snxv8snEm7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/shFSnIrTVbQ/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/Snxv8snEm7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/shFSnIrTVbQ/s320/First+day+of+school+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367287944476662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7744679978090063017?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7744679978090063017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7744679978090063017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7744679978090063017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7744679978090063017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-so-long.html' title='Been so long...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/Snxwz8-lGAI/AAAAAAAAAew/wJw56Ugvw9I/s72-c/First+day+of+school+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4638031769048726018</id><published>2009-06-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:41:38.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of my Gramps...</title><content type='html'>Recently my Grandpa passed away and it was so tough. He was an amazing man who served his country and his faith for many years. I think I'm ready to talk about some of my memories and stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved talking about being in the military and was proud of his accomplishments! He often told funny stories of the things that happened. I remember only a couple of times him telling us of the darker, deeper stories of men being blown up in front of him or the guy next to him having his arm shot to pieces. I think he wanted to protect us from those scary real life moments as his granddaughters. I always will remember him as being a brave man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he enjoyed was preaching the Gospel and sharing God's love. He was the Pastor of our church for over 20 years. I remember if we were at their house on a Saturday we had to be sure to stay out of his office and be a little more quiet because he had to study. I thought for sure he must have known the Bible from cover to cover because he studied ALL the time. As little girls, my sister and I would often fall asleep during the Sunday evening service while he was preaching and he enjoyed teasing us about how boring he must have been! Then later when we were having dinner he would ask one of us to pray for the meal and as soon as we would say "Amen" he would start snoring, turning the tables on us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I pass a Kit Kat Bar I think of him because it was his favorite. He would stop by our house every few weeks and as soon as he pulled up we knew there would be a treat for us. He would either have them tucked in his shirt pocket or a brown paper bag. It was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa has also been a part of so many of my memories... He baptized me on my 6th birthday. He and my Grandma were at all of my birthday parties. They attended my High School graduation and he was so proud. He and my Uncle Steve married Jeff and I. He was at the hospital for the birth of all three of my boys and was beaming about having another Great Grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the time my own boys had to spend with him because they have wonderful memories of their Great Grandpa! He was always spoiling them with toys and money. He was a wonderful Great Grandpa and I know they will cherish those memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing man... I thank God for giving him to me as a Grandpa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4638031769048726018?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4638031769048726018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4638031769048726018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4638031769048726018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4638031769048726018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-memory-of-my-gramps.html' title='In Memory of my Gramps...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7801092833708464039</id><published>2009-03-31T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:30:56.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like forever</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I posted here. I've missed you blogging friends but facebook has stolen so much of my time from you! If you're on there, stop by and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had lots going on while I was away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Celebrated my 28th birthday&lt;br /&gt;~ Celebrated my 9th anniversary with Jeff&lt;br /&gt;~ Celebrated with 2 friends as they brought babies home&lt;br /&gt;~ Attended a wedding for two sweet friends&lt;br /&gt;~ Enjoyed 2 wonderful weeks of spring break with Josh&lt;br /&gt;~ Enjoyed 2 Fridays in a row with hubby being home&lt;br /&gt;~ Started the GO missions training with the HS students at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably more but my mind can't process it all right now. I'll be back to share more later. Just thought I better update a little so you didn't think I was gone forever :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7801092833708464039?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7801092833708464039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7801092833708464039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7801092833708464039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7801092833708464039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/03/feels-like-forever.html' title='Feels like forever'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2142146966053935716</id><published>2009-03-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:34:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe he's the first?</title><content type='html'>With three boys in our family you would think this wasn't anything new. Monday we were visiting at Grandma and Papa's house and I heard a smack and then crying. The kind of crying where a Mama knows something is definitely wrong. I guess my Mom said "Someone's going to need stitches" and I didn't even hear her. I was so focused on getting out there to see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, Josh was "teaching" Seth to golf with a big piece of wood. It was actually one of those rods that you hang your clothes on in the closet. Unfortunately for Seth his head became the golf ball! Josh felt horrible and was patting Seth on the back saying, "You know I would never hurt you on purpose, right Seth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to head to urgent care because we only have to pay a $20 co-pay there. Plus, we thought we might get in and out quicker and be on our way. We sat in the waiting room for about 25 minutes and then went back to the room. They came in, cleaned it up and put some numbing medicine on it. We had to wait another 15 minutes for that to kick in. Then the doc came in and got all ready... let the freak out begin! Jeff, Grandma and I all tried to hold him down while the doc sat back and waited. I was getting frustrated that he wouldn't give us a hand. So after a couple minutes he said he was done and it just wasn't going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the ER and the waiting room was packed! We waited to be seen in triage for about 30 minutes. They told us it would probably be about a 2 hour wait. What to do with a kid that has blood running down his face for 2 hours in a dirty, infected waiting room. We asked if we could go grab something to eat and got the okay. Seth was excited to find cheese pizza in the cafeteria and even more excited to have strawberry milk with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the ER, we were entertained by another family sitting next to us. They laughed and joked with us about life. Grandma and Seth played one of his favorite games where you draw shapes, numbers and letters on his back and he figures out what it is. Great education while filling time. It took a little over 3 hours before they called his name but we made the most of it and there will always be memories of that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that ended up being longer than I intended it to be! Here's what you get when you mix two little boys and a rod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kicking back in the ER waiting for the doc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmX0VYWPRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7VujelRlWzI/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmX0VYWPRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7VujelRlWzI/s320/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312444160808467730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unsure of what's to come and starting to worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmXorWTcfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bWBv8KEXW9s/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmXorWTcfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bWBv8KEXW9s/s320/Picture+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312443960547045874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's crying, we're smiling... great photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmXYZuBXAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ytBcqhbIPc0/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmXYZuBXAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ytBcqhbIPc0/s320/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312443680936778754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's not out of it but laying so still after making a deal with Grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmXK31_pbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/o9crUtHBdY8/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmXK31_pbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/o9crUtHBdY8/s320/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312443448505116082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiling to make Mom happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmW1GVgrGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1Hn4Ygaibms/s1600-h/Pictures+3-2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmW1GVgrGI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1Hn4Ygaibms/s320/Pictures+3-2009+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312443074438278242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wanted one up close so you all could see how brave he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmWjiGxXcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KPS7OA7Bx0w/s1600-h/Pictures+3-2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmWjiGxXcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KPS7OA7Bx0w/s320/Pictures+3-2009+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312442772655005122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal Grandma made with him... A $10 toy from Toys R Us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2142146966053935716?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2142146966053935716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2142146966053935716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2142146966053935716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2142146966053935716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-believe-hes-first.html' title='Can you believe he&apos;s the first?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SbmX0VYWPRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7VujelRlWzI/s72-c/Picture+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8838980988774607555</id><published>2009-02-28T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:40:57.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As for Me and My House...</title><content type='html'>Thursday started out a little rough. Josh woke up and realized he hadn't done his homework the night before so that sent him into a tizzy trying to get it done. Then Seth woke up very cranky and only wanted some "Mama Loving" (as he calls it). Jacob was just an innocent bystander unfortunately and cried because that's how he deals some times! We got the homework finished up, packed a lunch and we were headed for the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got in the van, everyone was in a bad mood, especially me. Then it was arguing because Seth's seat wasn't in the right spot and it had to have been Josh's fault. Josh then yelled at Seth because he wasn't the one who had moved the seat but thought I had. You get the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finally had it and said loudly to the children and anyone listening... "That is it! Satan you don't have a place here and I will not let you control our day. You will not come in my house because we serve the Lord and you need to get OUT!" The kids looked shocked because I've only done this a few times in the past and usually I do it quietly. I then prayed and took Josh to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went on and I thought nothing else about the situation. Until later that day when my three boys and the two I babysit were all in the backyard playing. They were playing just fine until something set one of them off and the arguing began. This is what I hear Seth screaming in the backyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Satan came in! Satan came in! He's needs to get out!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only imagine what my neighbors were thinking! Josh came running in to make sure I could hear what was happening. I guess it really hit home with Seth and he was not going to let Satan come back to our home and mess with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my children take these things so seriously because the evil one is lurking about and wants to control and derail our days. I once heard Beth Moore say that God has a plan for your life but the Satan does, too! It's so scary to think about and so real. We need to guard our hearts, minds and homes from his evil plots and schemes and if that means kicking his butt to the curb once in a while... you better believe I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8838980988774607555?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8838980988774607555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8838980988774607555&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8838980988774607555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8838980988774607555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-for-me-and-my-house.html' title='As for Me and My House...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4130117372114125946</id><published>2009-02-19T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:37:33.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Open up the 6th picture folder on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;Post the 6th picture in the folder and tell the story of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then tag 6 of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture I took of my Grandpa with Jacob last summer. My Grandpa has been pretty sick for the last ten years. We have had some close calls and never thought he'd still be here but he still keeps right on kicking. I snapped this picture so Jacob would have some way to look back and remember his Great Grandpa. Makes me feel so blessed that my Grandparents are involved in my kids lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SZ2JIpErBBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EqTq6LKtyjU/s1600-h/May+12,+2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SZ2JIpErBBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EqTq6LKtyjU/s320/May+12,+2008+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304546717669721106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for tagging me &lt;a href="http://heyjudesmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging... &lt;a href="http://pinkribbonupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://laughwithsherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fourplusmore.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jodi-jabber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://timshawnieonehappyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shawnette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4130117372114125946?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4130117372114125946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4130117372114125946&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4130117372114125946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4130117372114125946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SZ2JIpErBBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/EqTq6LKtyjU/s72-c/May+12,+2008+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2694495199787566706</id><published>2009-02-17T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:39:11.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is falling</title><content type='html'>My son Josh is a hypochondriac and I feel for him, I really do. Last night I was leaving Starbucks after a night out with some of the High School girls and ended up having to pull over because I got so sick. My mind was racing and felt like it might explode... my mini van is messy enough without brains splattered all over! I honestly don't remember all of it and think I gave my sister a bit of a scare. She kept asking these strange questions and I have a feeling I was talking crazy. Sorry Sherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have parents that live close by. They met me about half way and my Mom drove me home. Anyway, as soon as my Mom got me in the door Josh heard what was going on and started to panic. I heard him say, "Does she need to go to the ER?" I was out of it after that but Jeff says he immediately started saying he was sick and couldn't make it through school the next day. This happens whenever one of his brothers gets sick. He mysteriously ends up with the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I laugh inside because it really is pretty funny. We are onto him though. Jeff said this morning he was actually crying as he got out of the car and would not look back! I will pick him up in about 10 minutes and we'll see how the day went. I have a feeling he's all better now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2694495199787566706?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2694495199787566706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2694495199787566706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2694495199787566706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2694495199787566706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/02/sky-is-falling.html' title='The sky is falling'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5110598321834044611</id><published>2009-02-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:58:03.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; posted something amazing about her girls praying today and I loved it... Go check &lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked with the boys about prayer so many times. We try to help them understand that it's not all about asking but also about thanking and praising. They've gotten better but once in a while they get in a rut and can't seem to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about kids praying reminds me that Jacob said his first prayer about a month ago and it was so sweet. We've been trying to read the Bible in the evening with the boys and then we start with the youngest and make our way around to the oldest for prayer time. Jeff was going to start with Seth but since he's not the youngest, he was offended. He wanted Jacob to go first. Jeff told him that Jake was too young to pray. I disagreed and gave it a try, here's how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: Jeeeesus&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you for this day&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: Tank ooow da&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: Yu ooow&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amen&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: Ameeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It melted my heart to hear him saying those words to the Lord. I think it's a great start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5110598321834044611?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5110598321834044611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5110598321834044611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5110598321834044611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5110598321834044611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6292340750301085263</id><published>2009-01-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:51:27.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own photo shoot</title><content type='html'>I entered Jake in a photo contest on Regis and Kelly again this year. Here are some of the photos from our own little shoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the one that was entered in the contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHdhpHiGZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/R6a5wWmHk6E/s1600-h/Jacob+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHdhpHiGZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/R6a5wWmHk6E/s320/Jacob+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296758206807284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not enjoying Mom's photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHc6j9wQSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kGiMF8_qBPQ/s1600-h/Jacob+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHc6j9wQSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/kGiMF8_qBPQ/s320/Jacob+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296757535409193250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How sweet is this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHcVbCMg9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/hRjQ1cC2M3k/s1600-h/Jacob+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHcVbCMg9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/hRjQ1cC2M3k/s320/Jacob+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296756897356743634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to hide by the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHb9mJqIbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OCnHGWiqt94/s1600-h/Jacob+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHb9mJqIbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OCnHGWiqt94/s320/Jacob+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296756488023974322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's just a hunka hunka burnin' love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHbuiXUG4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZwyYS1TELfc/s1600-h/Jacob+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHbuiXUG4I/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZwyYS1TELfc/s320/Jacob+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296756229309471618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6292340750301085263?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6292340750301085263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6292340750301085263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6292340750301085263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6292340750301085263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-own-photo-shoot.html' title='My own photo shoot'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SYHdhpHiGZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/R6a5wWmHk6E/s72-c/Jacob+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3188197144263521538</id><published>2009-01-26T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:44:05.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you become the parent</title><content type='html'>Since Jeff's Mom passed away just over a year ago, I feel like there have been some role reversals in the relationship between Jeff and his Dad. It's hard to see him go through all the changes involved with loosing a spouse, especially when he was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dependant&lt;/span&gt; on her. We've tried to be supportive but it's not always easy. I feel like in so many ways, Jeff has become a father to his father. He looks to him for advice, support and daily care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is making some tough choices right now and while we dont' always agree with him, we still have to respect him. All we want is for him to be happy but to also follow the will of God and what He desires for his life! Pray for our family as we continue to deal with this situation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3188197144263521538?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3188197144263521538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3188197144263521538&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3188197144263521538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3188197144263521538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-become-parent.html' title='When you become the parent'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7367358290601900458</id><published>2009-01-20T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:40:38.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the year</title><content type='html'>I will NOT be winning this award! Today I was doing things around the house, taking care of 4 little boys and talking to my mother on the phone. Then it hit me... Josh got out of school 10 minutes ago and I totally forgot! Thank goodness we live about a minute away. I had to run out of the house with kids that were half dressed and shoeless. I called the office and asked them to let him come out to the van so I didn't have to walk up. Ugh, some days I just can't get it all together!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SXZRoEGkJnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/DPcLWCr6UMg/s1600-h/Josh+2nd+Grd+Concert+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SXZRoEGkJnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/DPcLWCr6UMg/s320/Josh+2nd+Grd+Concert+12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293508160758490738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7367358290601900458?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7367358290601900458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7367358290601900458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7367358290601900458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7367358290601900458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/mother-of-year.html' title='Mother of the year'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SXZRoEGkJnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/DPcLWCr6UMg/s72-c/Josh+2nd+Grd+Concert+12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-414732839054326601</id><published>2009-01-14T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:27:43.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This life of mine in 2009...</title><content type='html'>Looking ahead into this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will celebrate my 28th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I will celebrate our 9th Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob will celebrate his 2nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth will celebrate his 5th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh will celebrate his 8th birthday... how did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth will start &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; and Josh will start &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd grade&lt;/span&gt;... I'm not old enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom will celebrate her 2 year fight with breast cancer and all that goes into that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad will hit the BIG 5-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are praying that my sister finds the Man of her dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIL &amp;amp; SIL will come home from South East Asia... can't wait to hug them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of friends having babies and I can't wait to cuddle them close :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to pray about how God might grow our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the major things that will go on. I don't want to bore you with all the little details of our life :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God will continue to love on us and bless us in major ways and I can't wait to see how He plans on doing that. We'll have our share of ups and downs but that's what makes life such an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-414732839054326601?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/414732839054326601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=414732839054326601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/414732839054326601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/414732839054326601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-life-of-mine-in-2009.html' title='This life of mine in 2009...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-317394656668992505</id><published>2009-01-10T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:30:43.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137672223518&amp;amp;site=widget-1e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137672223518&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p1/3170534137672223518/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137672223518&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p2/3170534137672223518/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137672223518&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p4/3170534137672223518/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/23531346-317394656668992505?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/317394656668992505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=317394656668992505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/317394656668992505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/317394656668992505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7780065353665306608</id><published>2009-01-07T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:41:33.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a First Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>My kids have never been to see the snow. I know, it's so sad since we live about 2 hours from where it snows each year. We set our goal that this was going to be the year and we made it happen. A couple weeks ago we loaded up and headed north with my parents and sister. The boys couldn't wait to get there. We were all pleasantly surprised that they lasted almost 4 hours in the wet, cold snow. It was a wonderful day and they were exhausted by the time we were done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are we almost there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVKUscv_zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CpmXOLuybKg/s1600-h/New+Pictures+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVKUscv_zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CpmXOLuybKg/s320/New+Pictures+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288715056806100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making snow angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVKDJG9vUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jQZeKuTDiEE/s1600-h/New+Pictures+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVKDJG9vUI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jQZeKuTDiEE/s320/New+Pictures+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288714755261709634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seth by the snow dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVJr0KBU5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/QkiYNxzT4gU/s1600-h/New+Pictures+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVJr0KBU5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/QkiYNxzT4gU/s320/New+Pictures+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288714354500391826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Jake... all he could say was "Uh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVJNDSELSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2rd-W4OkmoE/s1600-h/New+Pictures+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVJNDSELSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2rd-W4OkmoE/s320/New+Pictures+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288713825984720162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the snow he was made and to the snow he returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVI62P1PHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lvR6ayeJguM/s1600-h/New+Pictures+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVI62P1PHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lvR6ayeJguM/s320/New+Pictures+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288713513248046194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVIrobjXbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/30CyhQQCMQo/s1600-h/New+Pictures+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVIrobjXbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/30CyhQQCMQo/s320/New+Pictures+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288713251841072562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7780065353665306608?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7780065353665306608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7780065353665306608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7780065353665306608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7780065353665306608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a First Time for Everything'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWVKUscv_zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CpmXOLuybKg/s72-c/New+Pictures+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3921926392175100695</id><published>2009-01-06T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:55:40.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Ethiopia</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://fourplusmore.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; recently went on a trip to Ethiopia to pick up her beautiful children. Before she left we talked about what she might bring me back. We decided the nativity set would be best but I also added that I would love to have a little traditional Ethiopian shirt for Jacob. Unfortunately they were out of the nativity sets. However, she was able to find an adorable set for Jacob. It's really cute and fits him perfectly. Here are some pictures of him showing it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaczYJ3CI/AAAAAAAAAak/zllQfbnLeRQ/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaczYJ3CI/AAAAAAAAAak/zllQfbnLeRQ/s320/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288240207081626658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaNPZL6dI/AAAAAAAAAac/_mPZt-Isx-k/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaNPZL6dI/AAAAAAAAAac/_mPZt-Isx-k/s320/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239939724241362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaA8nC1MI/AAAAAAAAAaU/duQqFCsJ39Q/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaA8nC1MI/AAAAAAAAAaU/duQqFCsJ39Q/s320/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239728523662530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOZvsUUhfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HF6hZnhd4Pk/s1600-h/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOZvsUUhfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HF6hZnhd4Pk/s320/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239432092386802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Julie... you're so thoughtful ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3921926392175100695?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3921926392175100695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3921926392175100695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3921926392175100695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3921926392175100695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/pieces-of-ethiopia.html' title='Pieces of Ethiopia'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWOaczYJ3CI/AAAAAAAAAak/zllQfbnLeRQ/s72-c/Jacob%27s+Ethiopia+Outfit+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8104826347562638961</id><published>2009-01-04T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:53:49.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist Update and Pictures</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to get the pictures downloaded and onto the blog. Anyway, Seth did great at the dentist. It only took two nurses and I to hold him down and get the meds down his throat. Then we sat in the waiting room for almost an hour waiting for the meds to kick in. He finally said "I'm feeling weird Mama, kind of dizzy." I knew it was working and wondered if they would let me take some home :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it's good or bad but they didn't let me go back with him. They said he was very fussy and cried during most of the procedure. His spacer is a nice shiny silver and he loves to show it off! Now we're just working hard not to pop it out. Here are some pictures from Grandma's house when we got done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating pudding but pushed it aside so Grandma could get a good picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFn98JLFmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2unK89HDv7g/s1600-h/Seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFn98JLFmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2unK89HDv7g/s320/Seth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287621751323956834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying his pudding but having a hard time with that fat lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFlabJUusI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/I1EDACTx9VI/s1600-h/Seth11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFlabJUusI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/I1EDACTx9VI/s320/Seth11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287618942147541698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor guy could hardly keep his eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFlNZa254I/AAAAAAAAAZs/kiz3JMCQ7W0/s1600-h/Seth4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFlNZa254I/AAAAAAAAAZs/kiz3JMCQ7W0/s320/Seth4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287618718345914242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma has all the good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFkS-6dmKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/dKQN88F7cNc/s1600-h/Seth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFkS-6dmKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/dKQN88F7cNc/s320/Seth1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287617714798303394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8104826347562638961?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8104826347562638961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8104826347562638961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8104826347562638961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8104826347562638961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentist-update-and-pictures.html' title='The Dentist Update and Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SWFn98JLFmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/2unK89HDv7g/s72-c/Seth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8204535382777413438</id><published>2008-12-22T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:03:53.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dentist adventure</title><content type='html'>And we're off... today Seth will be seeing the dentist to have a tooth (or what remains of a tooth) extracted and a spacer put in. Basically last Tuesday he broke his tooth while eating a quesadilla. They said it appears the tooth never had a chance because it grew in "funky." We've seen two dentists now and been charged about $125! Today will run us about $300 or more. The joy of medical bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth is very nervous and I'm not sure how he's going to do. I will update when we get home. Until then, please pray for the little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8204535382777413438?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8204535382777413438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8204535382777413438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8204535382777413438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8204535382777413438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-dentist-adventure.html' title='Our dentist adventure'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7661655097037096901</id><published>2008-12-18T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:10:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for the family</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a call from my friend, Patti and she was in tears. She had just gotten the news that her nephew, Travis 11 years old, passed away in his sleep. He was severely handicapped and suffered from Mitochondrial disease. My heart is aching for this family today! There are five other children who are going to miss their brother so much. Not to mention his parents, siblings, Aunts, Uncles, and Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis may have never been able to talk but he sure was cute. I remember seeing him lay on the couch and laugh while we were celebrating birthdays. I trust that he is safe with the Lord in Heaven today, probably doing things his earthy body never allowed him to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join with me and pray for this family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7661655097037096901?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7661655097037096901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7661655097037096901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7661655097037096901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7661655097037096901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/12/praying-for-family.html' title='Praying for the family'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2253178112212038895</id><published>2008-12-11T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:41:02.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandma</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my Grandma's 78th Birthday. My Grandma is one special lady! I have so many memories of her over the years. It was such a treat when we got to stay the night at her house. Her guest room always seemed huge to me. She had a giant king size bed that we like to jump on when she wasn't around (sorry Grandma!). I remember times we helped her bake dozens of cookies for VBS. In the summer there was no better place to be... we lived in Grandma's pool, complete with slide and diving board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I watch her in the role of Grandma but also as a Pastor's wife for over 20 years. Leading women's groups or special events. Taking time to make sure everyone else was taken care of before herself. A woman with a huge Faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also the mother of my mother, not an easy job I'm sure (just kidding Mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've grown I've watched her go from a Grandma to a Great Grandma. It's even more special to see interacting with my boys. She takes her job very seriously and loves to spend time with them. She spoils them with special clothes or toys here and there. She always has tasty snacks in jars on the counter that they can't resist. She evens plays outside with them from time to time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Grandma for being such a special lady. You've influenced my life in ways you'll never even know. I'm proud to call you Grandma! I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2253178112212038895?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2253178112212038895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2253178112212038895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2253178112212038895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2253178112212038895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandma'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3326795223230118160</id><published>2008-12-09T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:44:20.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Chains</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting lately. We're doing a study right now with Beth Moore in my women's home team. Last month she said something that really hit home with me... "You can't do a thousand things and do them all well." It really made me stop and think about what is truly important. So if you don't see me posting quite as often, it's probably because I'm off playing with my kids or enjoying life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto what I started to tell you about. I wanted to do those cute little green/red paper chains with my kids. I started searching the internet for a poem to put on the top but wasn't thrilled with the results I found. So I made up a new poem and thought I would share. I decided to go with something simple that my kids could understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day is almost here&lt;br /&gt;It’s the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We open gifts and sing fun songs&lt;br /&gt;We wait for this time all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s never too late&lt;br /&gt;To remember why we celebrate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was born a sweet baby boy&lt;br /&gt;He filled the world with so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His live He gave&lt;br /&gt;For our lives to save!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3326795223230118160?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3326795223230118160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3326795223230118160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3326795223230118160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3326795223230118160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-chains.html' title='Christmas Chains'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7225966943408702709</id><published>2008-12-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:23:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I've done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I totally stole this from &lt;a href="http://onemomslifesong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; but I know she won't care. Check out my answers and then go see what she's done... she's way more exciting than I am :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ones in Bold are the ones I've done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt; (in a bug catcher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10. Sang a solo (just a small part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run (does Wii count - probably not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelos David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa (SOON!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to the drive in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt; (a home video, haha)&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job (well, “let go” is more appropriate - “phased out” maybe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/strong&gt; (working on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt; (helped)&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now copy and paste it... I can't wait to see what you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7225966943408702709?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7225966943408702709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7225966943408702709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7225966943408702709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7225966943408702709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-what-ive-done.html' title='Look what I&apos;ve done...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1455049983793804742</id><published>2008-11-29T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:28:13.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sherry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was us in the good old days,&lt;br /&gt; when life was easy and we didn't have a care in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30201343&amp;amp;id=1237178274" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264547490419386306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 304px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KwL0AAlUMQ/SQ9uDL2fJ8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/KuNGw0GMWXM/s400/2008-11-03-1426-23_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1455049983793804742?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1455049983793804742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1455049983793804742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1455049983793804742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1455049983793804742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-sherry.html' title='Happy Birthday Sherry...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KwL0AAlUMQ/SQ9uDL2fJ8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/KuNGw0GMWXM/s72-c/2008-11-03-1426-23_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5570153207781447456</id><published>2008-11-28T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:00:33.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So exciting!</title><content type='html'>Go here and check out the good news my friend Julie got today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fourplusmore.wordpress.com/"&gt;Four Plus More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so super excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5570153207781447456?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5570153207781447456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5570153207781447456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5570153207781447456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5570153207781447456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-exciting.html' title='So exciting!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5134678553720582383</id><published>2008-11-02T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:05:06.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hostest with the Mostest</title><content type='html'>I have to give a big shout out to &lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, our host for the evening!  We had a wonderful time hanging out at her house with her family and friends.  There was amazing Ethiopian food like injera, beef stew and more.  I actually enjoyed all of it.  I'm a very picky eater but went with a great attitude and was pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and her hubby are off to pick up their sweet baby boy in about 6 weeks.  I have been praying for so long about their journey.  They are amazing parents to their three girls and I know Jonas will be just as loved.  What a blessing to watch this journey they have been on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found out tonight that Jen and Dustin will most likely be able to travel with &lt;a href="http://fourplusmore.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; and Mark, some other good friends of ours.  How neat is that?  We've all been praying about that for a while.  Just when we thought it wasn't possible, God is opening up doors.  I can't wait to meet all three of these wonderful little ones that are coming home to new families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and Julie, I want you both to know just how special you are and how much I'm praying for you!  They Lord has sure blessed me with your friendships!  Love you both!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5134678553720582383?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5134678553720582383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5134678553720582383&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5134678553720582383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5134678553720582383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/11/hostest-with-mostest.html' title='The Hostest with the Mostest'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3074087783053701089</id><published>2008-10-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:24:12.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to carve?</title><content type='html'>Here is the pumpkin I carved two years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curious George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SQnfKIbRPzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0oVY8hU5FJc/s1600-h/Curious+George+Pumpkin+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SQnfKIbRPzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0oVY8hU5FJc/s320/Curious+George+Pumpkin+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262983004712681266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night we're going to a party where there will be a contest for the best carved pumpkin.  I've got some good ideas swirling around but I'll take suggestions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3074087783053701089?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3074087783053701089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3074087783053701089&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3074087783053701089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3074087783053701089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-carve.html' title='What to carve?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SQnfKIbRPzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0oVY8hU5FJc/s72-c/Curious+George+Pumpkin+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7280546521875262571</id><published>2008-10-28T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:26:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those days...</title><content type='html'>I'm might loose my mind before it's over!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7280546521875262571?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7280546521875262571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7280546521875262571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7280546521875262571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7280546521875262571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s one of those days...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6971680997083394854</id><published>2008-10-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:57:48.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grocery Trip</title><content type='html'>So many are shocked when I tell them we stay on a tight grocery budget of about $85 per week.  That means everything from milk &amp;amp; cheese to diapers &amp;amp; paper towels.  I've been doing it for so long that it doesn't seem unreasonable.  In fact, I'm glad Jeff bumped me up about $20 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I decided to post a picture and list the items I got. There were some great deals and plenty of free items! Like the Spaghetti O's... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they paid me&lt;/span&gt; a penny per can to take them home and the salad was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deals from Frys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPqxCNUfuDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rWIxAuDj8XQ/s1600-h/Grocery+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPqxCNUfuDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rWIxAuDj8XQ/s320/Grocery+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258710166401955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Capri Suns&lt;br /&gt;1 Container Jif Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Tyson Chicken Patties&lt;br /&gt;1 Bag Tyson Chicken Tenders&lt;br /&gt;4 Cans Chili Beans&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans Libby's Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans Chicken Broth&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Black Beans&lt;br /&gt;3 Rolls Bounty Paper Towels&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Ziploc Sandwich Bags&lt;br /&gt;2 Boxes Mama Bella Garlic Bread&lt;br /&gt;1 Container Quaker Oat Meal&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Quaker Instant Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;1 Bag Dole Salad&lt;br /&gt;1 Bag Mozzerella Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 Container Riccotta Cheese&lt;br /&gt;3 Boxes Mac &amp;amp; Cheese&lt;br /&gt;4 Milk (1/2 Gallon)&lt;br /&gt;2 Hunts Pasta Sauce&lt;br /&gt;6 Cans Spaghetti O's&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans Tomato Soup&lt;br /&gt;2 Cans Chicken Noodle Soup&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Croutons&lt;br /&gt;1 Container Vegetable Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total before Card and Coupons $94.26&lt;br /&gt;Card Savings and coupons $59.87&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total $34.39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's mouth dropped open when he saw the total.  Then they scanned my card and coupons and his mouth dropped even further!  I actually forgot a $1 coupon so it would have been less. It's always fun for me to take the challenge of staying within my budget.  I take pride in the fact that I'm saving money and still feeding my family well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have taken pictures of the items I purchased at the other grocery stores but I forgot.  One of these days I'll post about our menu and what we actually eat each week.  Then maybe I'll let you in on my secrets of stocking up on different items each week to keep us going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6971680997083394854?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6971680997083394854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6971680997083394854&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6971680997083394854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6971680997083394854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-grocery-trip.html' title='My Grocery Trip'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPqxCNUfuDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rWIxAuDj8XQ/s72-c/Grocery+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3226364546891540899</id><published>2008-10-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:28:20.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>I've actually been tagged by two different people now so I guess I should get on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegrayfam.wordpress.com/"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; both had some really random stuff to share.  We'll see what I can come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the # 5.  I think it's because I was born on March 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I've loved it since I was a little girl.  Interesting that we have 5 people living in our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's strange that I love #5 because I don't care for odd numbers.  I often stop the microwave or TV volume on an even number because I just like them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. About a year ago I realized that the show King of Queens is talking about Queens, NY.  Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would love to be a nurse on the Labor and Delivery floor someday.  I think it would be so much fun to care for those women in labor and watch new life being born each day.  When my kids are all in school I just might go back myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As a child and even an adult I loved mashed potatoes but with each pregnancy my tastes changed. While pregnant with Josh I couldn't eat them.  Then with Seth I loved them again.  Jake came along and I couldn't stand them.  Now I eat them but they're not my favorite :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love being in the kitchen!  Baking, cooking, trying new things.  I just don't know if I could actually do it professionally because I'm a really picky eater.  It would be easier for me to tell you a list of things I would eat then a list that I wouldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can say the Pledge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Allegiance&lt;/span&gt; in Spanish.  It's because I was in a bilingual class in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  It was fun and I learned quite a bit of Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm tagging 7 other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughwithsherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jodi-jabber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barbiemyree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Barbie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timshawnieonehappyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shawnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amberhann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydaysmiles.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markgumm.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun... I can't wait to see your answers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3226364546891540899?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3226364546891540899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3226364546891540899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3226364546891540899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3226364546891540899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6440248420757437117</id><published>2008-10-16T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:01:41.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Training</title><content type='html'>On our recent trip to Disneyland the boys were very excited to visit Star Tours, the ride.  Last time neither of them were big enough but this time both made the height requirements.  They don't know much about Star Wars and had only seen one of the actual movies.  Their friends talk about it and so in their eyes, it's the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Jeff and I were checking out the shows and attractions we were interested to see they had a new Jedi Training Show.  Sounded like fun but we didn't mention it to the boys because we knew they would be bugging us all day.  At one point my Dad and Jeff went to ride Space Mountain while the rest of us all hung out.  Then Star Wars music started to play and caught the boys attention attention.  Soon an announcement was made that the show and training was about to start.  We made our way toward the stage and here's what happened next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  The "Master" came out and started picking younglings to train.&lt;br /&gt;Josh got on the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPdeAiJxP2I/AAAAAAAAASk/WR3-srmf0Ps/s1600-h/Vacation+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPdeAiJxP2I/AAAAAAAAASk/WR3-srmf0Ps/s320/Vacation+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257774453239136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth was jumping up and down and the "Master" laughed and said&lt;br /&gt;"You, the youngling that is very excited, come up and help me."&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the blue circles they're standing on?&lt;br /&gt;At one point the "Master" told all of them to look down at the circle.&lt;br /&gt;Seth looked down for a good 3 minutes because he was so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the "Master" told him he could look up. &lt;br /&gt;I had tears in my eyes because he was trying so hard to be a good listener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddyxIAZMI/AAAAAAAAASc/90QZxI2kVBU/s1600-h/Vacation+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddyxIAZMI/AAAAAAAAASc/90QZxI2kVBU/s320/Vacation+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257774216740103362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing their new moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddo0RlAvI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pfqar1SJJU4/s1600-h/Vacation+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddo0RlAvI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pfqar1SJJU4/s320/Vacation+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257774045786866418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh was actually fighting Darth Vader on stage with the "Master."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddduOk3cI/AAAAAAAAASM/2PHNCktdqnw/s1600-h/Vacation+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddduOk3cI/AAAAAAAAASM/2PHNCktdqnw/s320/Vacation+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257773855185100226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm Troopers were also trying to get in on the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddTa9c1mI/AAAAAAAAASE/lfWbNknMFHU/s1600-h/Vacation+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddTa9c1mI/AAAAAAAAASE/lfWbNknMFHU/s320/Vacation+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257773678214305378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is serious stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddHEG9h_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/r55aNPrMLTw/s1600-h/Vacation+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPddHEG9h_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/r55aNPrMLTw/s320/Vacation+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257773465921751026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end they were both awarded diplomas.&lt;br /&gt;Now they are officially Padawans, students of the Ancient Jedi Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPdclTeFgHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VvmOkJ5DT6k/s1600-h/Vacation+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPdclTeFgHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VvmOkJ5DT6k/s320/Vacation+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257772885929721970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were bummed that they didn't get to keep the costume or light saber!&lt;br /&gt;They did however get Mickey Mouse light sabers as souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I were happy because they cost under $5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6440248420757437117?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6440248420757437117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6440248420757437117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6440248420757437117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6440248420757437117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/jedi-training.html' title='Jedi Training'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SPdeAiJxP2I/AAAAAAAAASk/WR3-srmf0Ps/s72-c/Vacation+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7954982249528951</id><published>2008-10-05T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:03:22.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Leave?</title><content type='html'>In the past year I've heard of several Moms who have chosen to end their marriages and leave families behind.  It just blows my mind that you could turn around and walk away.  What on earth would seriously possess a mother to do this?  All I can think about is that the evil one is working overtime to get into families and home and rip them apart.  It breaks my heart to see these husbands and children left behind to pick up the pieces!  I pray that God will cause these women to have a change of heart and reconsider their decisions!  I know the Lord could "fix" the things that seem so wrong and they could live a long, happy life with their family by their sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I know the plan I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a bright future!  Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7954982249528951?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7954982249528951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7954982249528951&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7954982249528951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7954982249528951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-leave.html' title='Why Leave?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1045861047399084755</id><published>2008-10-02T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:33:41.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join and support...</title><content type='html'>I was on &lt;a href="http://thegrayfam.wordpress.com/"&gt;Heidi's blog&lt;/a&gt; this morning and found this...&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegrayfam.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/army-of-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-large wp-image-327" title="army-of-women" src="http://thegrayfam.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/army-of-women.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=178" alt="" width="500" height="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They are asking 1 million women to join to help find a cure!  Please consider it, there's not too much time involved and it looks like they have several at-home kits you use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click here to learn more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armyofwomen.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.armyofwomen.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1045861047399084755?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1045861047399084755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1045861047399084755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1045861047399084755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1045861047399084755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/10/join-and-support.html' title='Join and support...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1128541374897436504</id><published>2008-09-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:52:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they come up with it?</title><content type='html'>This morning Seth, my 4 year old, wanted to take the Bible with him in Grandma's car.  He asked me what the whole name of his Bible was.  I said "It's the Holy Bible."  Then he replied "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Bible&lt;/span&gt;" the way someone would say "Holy Cow!"  It cracked my Mom and I up.  We had a talk about the way you actually say it because we wouldn't want to be disrespectful to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Josh, my 7 year old, wanted to help me make the meatballs for spaghetti.  Side note, we use turkey because it's healthier and we all enjoy the flavor more.  Back to my story, I told him to go ahead and squish in all the seasons.  He was a bit grossed out so I reminded him that once he becomes a chef/baker, he would have to do this kind of thing.  He looked at me so seriously and said "Mom, that's why I'll hire people to do this kind of work for me!"  Oh if only we could all hire people to work for us... I guess he's got it all planned out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1128541374897436504?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1128541374897436504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1128541374897436504&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1128541374897436504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1128541374897436504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-do-they-come-up-with-it.html' title='Where do they come up with it?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5151094656201714880</id><published>2008-09-24T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:50:27.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Night Ever</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday night the boys an I ran to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; with my Mom and sister.  It was a great night and we got a few good deals.  On the way home Grandma treated everyone to a surprise treat from Sonic.  About 20 minutes from home Jacob started screaming and crying like he was in pain.  About 5 minutes later he was throwing up.  At some point that night he started running a slight fever but I just figured it was bug and it would quickly pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday he was still running a fever so I kept him home from church.  We ran over to urgent care because I was concerned about how long the fever had been hanging on.  They checked him for strep and ear infections but nothing showed up.  At that point I was told it was just viral and would pass in 7-10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Tuesday when the fevers were still getting up to 103 every 4 hours or so I was truly concerned.  Then I notice that he was having a hard time turning his neck but wasn't sure what to think.  My Mom kept him at her house so none of our high school students would catch anything.  That night I took my sister home and was visiting with my Mom when I noticed he had a small bulge on the left side of his neck.  I started putting all the pieces together and was a little freaked out!  I did what every good Mom does and headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; to see what it could be.  Then it hit me, what if it was meningitis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up a friend who is a nurse and she said to me, "Stacey, don't mess around with this.  You need to get him in tonight."  She went on to say that it sounded like it could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; be meningitis and they may have to do a spinal tap.  She said we should go to the children's hospital because they are trained to work with kids and would take great care of him.  My Mom and sister came and picked me up and we headed down to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we waited for a few hours we were finally seen by the doctor and she was concerned.  Finally the test results came back and said he did not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meningitis&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lymphadenitis&lt;/span&gt;.  Basically his lymph nodes are swollen due to infection.  The gave him an IV antibiotic and sent us home with a prescription for antibiotics that he will take for the next 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting for the test results to come back on mumps but I'm praying those will be negative!  Thank you Lord that it wasn't anything too scary and they were able to treat it quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is after the first IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxwtncvpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AqMmiVZuS2k/s1600-h/Jake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxwtncvpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AqMmiVZuS2k/s320/Jake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985241067339410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so tired after fighting the nurses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxcJ6QPeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZuDR8kZ5VGU/s1600-h/Jake+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxcJ6QPeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZuDR8kZ5VGU/s320/Jake+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249984887885151714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is after the second IV... he was back asleep in minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxCCb7a9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/eGGkxqeyLA0/s1600-h/Jake+%26+Stacey+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxCCb7a9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/eGGkxqeyLA0/s320/Jake+%26+Stacey+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249984439202311122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5151094656201714880?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5151094656201714880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5151094656201714880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5151094656201714880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5151094656201714880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/longest-night-ever.html' title='The Longest Night Ever'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNuxwtncvpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AqMmiVZuS2k/s72-c/Jake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8657393750834475306</id><published>2008-09-18T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:53:39.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rockstar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNO8LVQdgmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8SB8sAmlrGc/s1600-h/Rockstar+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNO8LVQdgmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8SB8sAmlrGc/s320/Rockstar+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247744893687530082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture cracks me up!  I had been playing with his hair and puffing it up so he looks hilarious!  He loves to play with Josh's guitar.  Sorry it's blurry, I used my cell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8657393750834475306?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8657393750834475306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8657393750834475306&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8657393750834475306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8657393750834475306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-rockstar-baby.html' title='My Rockstar Baby'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SNO8LVQdgmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8SB8sAmlrGc/s72-c/Rockstar+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4397716095235490116</id><published>2008-09-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:59:44.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My College Guy</title><content type='html'>That's right ladies, I'm married to a college man!  I'm really excited as Jeff and I begin this new time in our lives.  Jeff is finally going back to college.  He attended Moody Bible Institute for 3 years in Chicago but had to leave due to the horrible relationship he was in.  For the last 9 I've been trying to get him to go back (not Chicago, college).  Well a couple weeks ago he called and said "I finally did it, I signed up and I'm going back to school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the end of 2009 he will graduate with his bachelor's degree in business.  It's going to be tough for the next year because the boys won't see him on Wednesday nights but it will be worth it in the end.  Who knows how many new doors this will open for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jeff and I'm proud of you for taking this next step towards your goal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4397716095235490116?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4397716095235490116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4397716095235490116&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4397716095235490116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4397716095235490116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-college-guy.html' title='My College Guy'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4980662772039438030</id><published>2008-09-11T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:22:36.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knot on the Noggin</title><content type='html'>So this is what your 15 month old will look like on the way to the ER after a high school boy runs into him and he does a face plant on the driveway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMlS3qSYviI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5k08ck2DqMM/s1600-h/SDC10382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMlS3qSYviI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5k08ck2DqMM/s320/SDC10382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814357247344162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's fine now but it was really scary at first!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4980662772039438030?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4980662772039438030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4980662772039438030&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4980662772039438030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4980662772039438030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/knot-on-noggin.html' title='Knot on the Noggin'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMlS3qSYviI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5k08ck2DqMM/s72-c/SDC10382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8025953006340625055</id><published>2008-09-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:10:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing for a cure</title><content type='html'>My Mom has started a team and we're Racing for a Cure next month!  I would love to have you join our team or show support by giving.  Our team goal is $1000.  You can get more info here (sorry, you'll have to copy and paste)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;https://www.kintera.org/faf/search/searchTeamPart.asp?ievent=275924&amp;amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae275924=4D8393BE5AC94700995EB72413FAEFD4&amp;amp;supId=0&amp;amp;team=3163691&amp;amp;cj=Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8025953006340625055?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8025953006340625055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8025953006340625055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8025953006340625055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8025953006340625055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/racing-for-cure.html' title='Racing for a cure'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3295074225267962817</id><published>2008-09-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:14:32.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God truly blessed our home with this little guy!&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what would have happened if we wouldn't have tried to get pregnant again. &lt;br /&gt;We would have missed such a beautiful blessing in our lives! &lt;br /&gt;He is so happy and content with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrate 15 months of his life on earth and I couldn't be more happy! &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for such a sweet little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF14SjPqAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OCQP6H3E8EU/s1600-h/Vacation+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF14SjPqAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OCQP6H3E8EU/s320/Vacation+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242601051148756994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF1NKoSroI/AAAAAAAAAP8/t_t4MdD6spk/s1600-h/Vacation+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF1NKoSroI/AAAAAAAAAP8/t_t4MdD6spk/s320/Vacation+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242600310288068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF0_ZWbkRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xrGDiftT8jc/s1600-h/Vacation+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF0_ZWbkRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xrGDiftT8jc/s320/Vacation+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242600073721516306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3295074225267962817?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3295074225267962817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3295074225267962817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3295074225267962817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3295074225267962817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/09/15-months-already.html' title='15 months already?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SMF14SjPqAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OCQP6H3E8EU/s72-c/Vacation+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2395798418251226510</id><published>2008-08-28T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:15:37.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Mouse...</title><content type='html'>We leave bright and early in the morning to visit Mickey!  We're hitting the beach tomorrow, Disneyland on Saturday, California Adventure on Sunday and heading home on Monday.  It should be exciting!  We're hoping the boys are old enough to really enjoy the rides and adventure.  We haven't been since Seth was two so we'll see how he does... last time he punched Mickey right in the gut.  I was mortified then but am able to laugh now.  He's probably the kind of kid they train for :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted and have pictures up soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2395798418251226510?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2395798418251226510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2395798418251226510&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2395798418251226510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2395798418251226510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/08/land-of-mouse.html' title='The Land of Mouse...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6408266579752391456</id><published>2008-08-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:58:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Camp Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355563252859&amp;amp;site=widget-7b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355563252859&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7b.slide.com/p1/2954361355563252859/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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less that 19 inches long. &lt;br /&gt;We were so proud of him from the start! &lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy how time flies by and kids grow and change. &lt;br /&gt;Now he's about 70 lbs, 4' 3" tall and wears a size 4 1/2 shoe!&lt;br /&gt;It was like we blinked and now he's in the 2nd grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9EhGLXKTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CSlUYLcjRJQ/s1600-h/July+%26+August+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9EhGLXKTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CSlUYLcjRJQ/s320/July+%26+August+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237480227039815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His cool new backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9C-K_dEVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jV5FFXH6IYA/s1600-h/July+%26+August+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9C-K_dEVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jV5FFXH6IYA/s320/July+%26+August+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237478527524999506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth never wants to let him go on the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9C0OEKqFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XVJtgkHbKe0/s1600-h/July+%26+August+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9C0OEKqFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XVJtgkHbKe0/s320/July+%26+August+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237478356551379026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My three boys... what an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5452247318067569612?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5452247318067569612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5452247318067569612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5452247318067569612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5452247318067569612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SK9EhGLXKTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CSlUYLcjRJQ/s72-c/July+%26+August+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-6924527665704457542</id><published>2008-08-20T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:02:01.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh really?</title><content type='html'>My kids always silly stuff and I thought I would share a couple of the things I've heard recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh ~ "Did you hear those people speaking Grittish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth ~ "I'm so glad God gave me super sonic speed, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh ~ "You've got to be a nut not to be able to get a bronze metal!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-6924527665704457542?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/6924527665704457542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=6924527665704457542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6924527665704457542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/6924527665704457542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-really.html' title='Oh really?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5770311255657833458</id><published>2008-08-12T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:07:26.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He will provide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I knew God would provide and I knew what He wanted me to do so why was I struggling so much?  I had felt Him tugging at my heart and asking me to step out of my comfort zone to work with High School Students for a few months.  He was ready for me to make the change but I was comfortable in the preschool ministry, not yet ready for all that came with a new area of service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The opportunity even opened up at one point for me to step into a higher position in preschool and I was about to take it.  I think He was testing me to see how I would respond.  At first I said yes and was about to jump in without a care.  Then I realized that I wasn't putting my whole heart into it and there was no way He would bless this silly move.  I called Adrienne, our director and confessed that I was really struggling.  She totally understood and accepted my resignation over the phone.  It was hard to say goodbye to this area of comfort in my life.  I knew the routine, the people I served with and I like the extra money it was bringing to our budget.  There were tears because I wasn't sure how God would provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The first week in the High School area was very different and so loud compared to preschool.  These students can talk back and tell you what they think about life!  What a shock to my system but I knew God was working in my heart and life.  He was blessing me and preparing me before I ever even knew it.  The ride was about to take off and all I could do was hang on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We started GO training and had such a blast watching God work in the students hearts and lives.  Jeff and I were so amazed by their talents and gifts.  The Lord had really given them some wonderful abilities and they were using them to serve Him in so many ways.  Their Faith is huge and we want just a small piece of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life continued and we kept having to pull from savings knowing that God was eventually bring the income needed to help pay the bills.  We went on the GO trip and had so much fun.  The week after we got back I got an email from our children's director, Adrienne, asking if I would be interested in watching her two young boys.  The money she was offering to pay was almost exactly what I had given up two months before.  God was screaming "Here's your answer, thank you for being patient and trusting me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything has been going great.  The extra income is just enough.  I have been able to attend many of the summer activities and even go to camp with these students.  God is using me in ways I never thought possible and it's all because I was willing to step out in faith and trust His will in my life!  We are so thankful that when God asks you to follow Him, He always shows up and provides for your needs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.  Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.  Corinthians 9:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5770311255657833458?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5770311255657833458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5770311255657833458&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5770311255657833458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5770311255657833458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-will-provide.html' title='He will provide...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8958405407423684760</id><published>2008-07-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:13:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much going on...</title><content type='html'>I hate doing this but here's a quick run down of what's been happening and what's to come around our house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ God has been providing in incredible ways since I stepped out in faith a few months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We got a new puppy and the boys named her Shadow.  She's a yorkie-poo and is mostly black with a little bit of brown.  She's very cute and fits in nicely around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The boys I babysit are very allergic to dogs so looks like she might be leaving us sooner than we expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My Grandpa has been very sick and several of his organs are shutting down.  Please pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Went to High School Summer camp with church and had a blast.  Did white water rafting... pictures to come!  My Hubby, Mom and Sister all did wonderful with the kids while I was gone.  It was the longest Jeff and I have been apart in our 8 1/2 years of married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Celebrated Josh's 7th birthday.  How in the world do I have a 7 year old already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Getting ready for Josh to start 2nd grade next week.  School already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there will be lots of pictures coming soon but I wanted everyone to know I was fine and enjoying life!  Can't wait to catch up with all of you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8958405407423684760?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8958405407423684760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8958405407423684760&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8958405407423684760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8958405407423684760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-much-going-on.html' title='So much going on...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3479654878148062969</id><published>2008-07-08T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:03:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>I just had to share with all of you the wonderful deals I scored yesterday at Toys R Us.  They were amazing.  Right now the store near us is taking an additional 20% off all clearance items.  So here are some of the deals I got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.J. Beary Tales for $15 (originally $50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnetics Cars $1.98 (originally $14.98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora Leapster Game $3.98 (originally $29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another magnetics set $3.98 (originally $30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stocking stuffers from .40 - $1.98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredible and I'm already getting ready for Christmas!  If you live nearby you should go check it out and see what they have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3479654878148062969?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3479654878148062969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3479654878148062969&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3479654878148062969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3479654878148062969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7106322516185118877</id><published>2008-07-02T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:23:08.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Seth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850965997516&amp;amp;site=widget-cc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850965997516&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p1/1801439850965997516/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850965997516&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p2/1801439850965997516/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850965997516&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cc.slide.com/p4/1801439850965997516/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/23531346-7106322516185118877?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7106322516185118877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7106322516185118877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7106322516185118877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7106322516185118877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-birthday-seth.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Seth'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1543345700498217215</id><published>2008-06-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:46:01.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Eyes...</title><content type='html'>A long time ago I talked to &lt;a href="http://shalees.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shalee&lt;/a&gt; via email and had a great time.  I mentioned that we should swap phone numbers and actually talk on the phone.  She thought that was a great idea and emailed me her number.  I was pregnant with Jacob at the time and was getting preparing for life with three little boys.  My intentions were good but I never made the call.  Eventually I just got comfortable knowing I had the phone number but not actually taking the first step.  It was ridiculous, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I left a comment, like I always do and she replied to it.  She is such a crack up and I love hearing her take on life.  Anyway, I mentioned that I had wanted to call but always chickened out.  I got an email back saying "Check your cell phone you big dummy!"  I laughed so hard when I read that and then quickly checked my messages.  She left one saying "Stace it's me Shalee, quit chickening out and call me you big dummy!"  Then I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone and called her.  She was so easy to talk to and asked about my family.  We had a great time talking for about 20 minutes.  It was wonderful to actually hear her voice!  I'm so glad we finally made it a priority to chat.  I know it won't be the last time!  Thanks Shalee for making me step out and say hello :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blogging friends, my friend &lt;a href="http://bethmunozfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; has been trying to blog for a while now.  She always posts stuff and then gets frustrated and takes a break.  Yesterday I went to her house to help her get it all set up and ready.  So stop by and say hi to Beth when you get a chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1543345700498217215?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1543345700498217215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1543345700498217215&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1543345700498217215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1543345700498217215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-my-eyes.html' title='In My Eyes...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5100518716089953181</id><published>2008-06-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:47:56.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Will. Get. Wet.</title><content type='html'>This is a message I got on my Myspace page earlier this week.  I knew exactly what they were talking about.  Last night was Water Wars with out Jr. High and High School students at church.  I originally thought that I might go but try not to get too wet.  You know, I'm uncomfortable with the way I look and my hair gets really curly and the excuses kept coming.  Eventually I realized that when you work with youth... you're going to get wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went with a great attitude and didn't even care when they broke water balloons on top of my head or down my pants.  They thought I was awesome for joining in and I had a blast!  It was a win, win situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5100518716089953181?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5100518716089953181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5100518716089953181&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5100518716089953181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5100518716089953181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-will-get-wet.html' title='You. Will. Get. Wet.'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7556081662306338551</id><published>2008-06-21T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:14:57.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected blessings</title><content type='html'>On Thursday I was a little frustrated because Jacob had been running a fever for the last several days.  I knew it wasn't getting better and he needed to be seen by the doctor.  I wasn't upset that he had a fever, I was upset that he was sick again.  He just had his tubes put in on the 5th and I dreaded hearing that he had an ear infection so soon after.  They squeezed me in at 4 that day.  Thank the Lord it wasn't his ears but his tonsils were huge and he needed antibiotics.  Our doctor, who is a former neighbor, stood and talked with me for quite a while after the appointment.  I kept thinking, "I need to get going, I still need to fill the prescription."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that God had a plan.  As I walked into the lobby I ran into an old friend, Tabby.  I was in Kindergarten through 6th grade with this girl.  We've seen each other a handful of times since.  As we stood and talked about our lives we realized we had quite a bit in common.  In fact, she has two little girls that are close in age to Josh and Jacob.  I was able to invite her to church and she seemed very excited.  I'm glad God put me there at that exact moment to reunite with an old friend and to possibly see Him work through her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that your timing is perfect!  If Jacob would have been well I might not have had the chance to show your love to an old friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7556081662306338551?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7556081662306338551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7556081662306338551&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7556081662306338551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7556081662306338551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-blessings.html' title='Unexpected blessings'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5289197624659425606</id><published>2008-06-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:11:04.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The backseat of life</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I was taking Seth somewhere as a surprise.  As we drove he kept asking things like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long will it take?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we there yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we going?  Just tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about how many times I'm riding along in life with God and I'm bugging him about the plans He has for me.  I know I question His plans and authority in my life.  I say I completely trust Him for the things He is doing but I nag Him about what's next or when we'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I want to start fresh and not question Him.  I want to hang on and enjoy the ride, knowing that eventually He will reveal the surprise for my life.  I want to trust that there is a reason He's not telling me exactly what's around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails. Proverbs 19:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you says the Lord. Plans to give you hope and a bright future. Jeremiah 29:11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5289197624659425606?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5289197624659425606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5289197624659425606&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5289197624659425606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5289197624659425606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/backseat-of-life.html' title='The backseat of life'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1025718650089069863</id><published>2008-06-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:03:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO Missions Trip 2008</title><content type='html'>Take a look at the pictures and see what a blast we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-95.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850965541013&amp;amp;site=widget-95.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850965541013&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p1/1801439850965541013/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850965541013&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p2/1801439850965541013/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850965541013&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p4/1801439850965541013/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from the GO missions trip with our church. What an amazing 8 days we had. God was definitely there and we felt it each day. I'm blown away by the amount of talent these students have. The Lord has given them some wonderful gifts to use for Him. There were several times Jeff and I just sat back and watched them lead. We saw so many of them grow during the 10 weeks of training leading up to the trip but it's incredible the growth they actually have while on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of each of them. Darius had to switch us to another team at the last minute and that was hard. However, we knew God had a plan in doing this and trusted Him to lead. It was weird not being with the team we had all through the 10 weeks of training but it worked out great. They were so excepting of us and were glad to have us as leaders. We kept teasing our old team that they were in our hearts and we missed them. I think it all worked out fine because we still got to hang out each day when we got back to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should tell you a little bit about the trip itself... We took off around 7:30 on Saturday the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The trip was going fine until the students decided we needed to stop every 1 or so to pee.  By about the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; stop Darius had had enough. We stopped and he had a talk with everyone and then we were back on the road with scheduled stops only. The first night we showed up and only had one room for all of us. Not the ideal set up when you have guys and girls but we made due. The following night another room opened up. The girls moved to the new room and left the gym to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the girl's room we had lots of fun at night. We giggled, laughed, talked and even wrestled a couple of times. In the morning we all got back together and did a devotion. I had such a great time leading the devotions each morning. The first morning was tough because everyone wasn't sure about opening up but after that we had some really great conversations. I'm so glad Darius asked me to lead that. I'm already coming up with some great ideas to use next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each evening we would eat breakfast, have quiet time, pray, go over what God did in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; for the day and then Darius would teach on something God had laid on his heart. During the time between "Holy Huddle" and "lights out" we had so much fun. We played basketball, boxed, blogged, made cards, play card games or just hung out. These students know how to have fun! One night the guys even put on a "glow stick show" for us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't your typical camp food and I have to give a big thanks to Mark and Lynne! We had pot roast, baked ranch chicken, spaghetti, tacos and so much more. It was so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1025718650089069863?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1025718650089069863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1025718650089069863&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1025718650089069863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1025718650089069863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-missions-trip-2008.html' title='GO Missions Trip 2008'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3135441930470239446</id><published>2008-06-06T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:56:38.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday Jake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-67.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850964809063&amp;amp;site=widget-67.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850964809063&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p1/1801439850964809063/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850964809063&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p2/1801439850964809063/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1801439850964809063&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-67.slide.com/p4/1801439850964809063/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/23531346-3135441930470239446?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3135441930470239446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3135441930470239446&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3135441930470239446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3135441930470239446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-first-birthday-jake.html' title='Happy First Birthday Jake!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7866598362892968412</id><published>2008-06-06T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:32:07.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a winner in my book...</title><content type='html'>But it was confirmed again this school year.   He was the first student to get a character award in his class.  Then I got a call from the teacher letting us know that Josh would be getting the citizenship award at the end of the year school assembly. We were so proud of him!  Especially because he's now won this award two years in a row!!  Here are a couple pictures of him on the big day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture with Mrs. Lewis (what a wonderful teacher!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SEnHtbyhutI/AAAAAAAAANY/Hz05Aua8uBc/s1600-h/June+6th+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SEnHtbyhutI/AAAAAAAAANY/Hz05Aua8uBc/s320/June+6th+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208914027398413010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the front with other proud students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SEnHT1WKMXI/AAAAAAAAANI/E4ERUSsQhzE/s1600-h/June+6th+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SEnHT1WKMXI/AAAAAAAAANI/E4ERUSsQhzE/s320/June+6th+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208913587582153074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more pictures I wanted to post but they had the school name on them and I know that's not a smart idea.  So you'll just have to use your imaginations :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7866598362892968412?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7866598362892968412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7866598362892968412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7866598362892968412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7866598362892968412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-winner-in-my-book.html' title='He&apos;s a winner in my book...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SEnHtbyhutI/AAAAAAAAANY/Hz05Aua8uBc/s72-c/June+6th+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1872845219825945336</id><published>2008-06-03T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:48:37.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's done it again...</title><content type='html'>My wonderful husband has done it again.  Check out this email I got from him this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of some things I love about you:&lt;br /&gt;     1.  There's no one else  like you.&lt;br /&gt;     2.  You have a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;     3.  You have an  incredible memory.&lt;br /&gt;     4.  Your mad bargain hunting skills&lt;br /&gt;     5.  You  are very generous.&lt;br /&gt;     6.  You take care of our home and kids&lt;br /&gt;     7.   You are level-headed&lt;br /&gt;     8.  You're usually right.&lt;br /&gt;     9.  You're a  great mother for our boys.&lt;br /&gt;     10.  You are a great cook.&lt;br /&gt;     11.  You  try to look for the positive in most situations&lt;br /&gt;     12.  You were there for  me when my mom got sick&lt;br /&gt;     13.  Serving with you at church / high school  ministry&lt;br /&gt;     14.  Your smile&lt;br /&gt;     15.  How you slyly get me to rub your  back&lt;br /&gt;     16.  You chose me and no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.  Have a great  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just the sweetest thing a husband could do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1872845219825945336?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1872845219825945336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1872845219825945336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1872845219825945336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1872845219825945336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-done-it-again.html' title='He&apos;s done it again...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2926829916532837106</id><published>2008-05-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:08:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="illuminateddropcap"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou are &lt;strong&gt;Elinor Dashwood&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;cite&gt;Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility&lt;/cite&gt;! You are practical, circumspect, and discreet. Though you are tremendously sensible and allow your head to rule, you have a deep, emotional side that few people often see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizelinor.jpg" alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!" height="300" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Let me know who you are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2926829916532837106?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2926829916532837106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2926829916532837106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2926829916532837106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2926829916532837106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-am.html' title='So I am...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3478688587057818685</id><published>2008-05-27T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:23:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness Julie tagged me for this because I have absolutely nothing to talk about these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Staples (2 different ones)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wee Learner's Preschool&lt;br /&gt;3. Ran my own day care (in home)&lt;br /&gt;4. Avon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four movies I’ve watched more than once: (I could name way more than 4)&lt;br /&gt;1. 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;2. Ms. Congeniality&lt;br /&gt;3. While You Were Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;4. Night at the Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four places I’ve lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Phoenix, AZ&lt;br /&gt;2. Goodyear, AZ&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI original, NY &amp;amp; Miami&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four places I’ve been:&lt;br /&gt;1. California   &lt;br /&gt;2. South Dakota (as far as I've been)&lt;br /&gt;3. Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;4. Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four people who email me regularly:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://pinkribbonupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Jeff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://onemomslifesong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything Mexican&lt;br /&gt;2. Orange chicken and rice&lt;br /&gt;3. Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;4. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four places I would love to visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicago&lt;br /&gt;3. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;4. New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four things I’m looking forward to in the coming year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Vacation with the family&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going on the GO trip with the youth&lt;br /&gt;3. God's continued blessing in our lives&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching my kids turn 1, 4 and 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Four friends I’m tagging:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughwithsherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jodi-jabber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.o2bnaz.com/"&gt;Kelley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vicki-w-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vicki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3478688587057818685?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3478688587057818685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3478688587057818685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3478688587057818685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3478688587057818685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-goodness-julie-tagged-me-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4937695560645214694</id><published>2008-05-21T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:39:21.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's about to get busy</title><content type='html'>We have lots of fun stuff coming up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning a shower for my friend &lt;a href="http://onemomslifesong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt; on the 30th.  She is &lt;a href="http://fourplusmore.wordpress.com/"&gt;adopting&lt;/a&gt; two little ones from Ethiopia.  God is truly doing amazing things through her and her family this year!  I'm so proud of her and I can't wait to meet these two beautiful children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also planning Jake's first birthday party for May 31st.  It's not going to be anything big, just cake and ice cream and maybe a few munchies.  He's too young to remember it all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Josh's last day of school is the 4th.  He's pretty excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for the GO missions trip at our church on the 7th and return the 14th.  It will be lots of fun and I can't wait to see how God works in all of our lives while we're gone.  It's been an amazing journey as we prepare each week.  I can only imagine what the actual trip will hold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob will be having tubes put in on the 19th.  I'm nervous but we did it with Seth already so it shouldn't be too scary for me.  It's such a quick operation and I know it will help so much.  He's already had six ear infections since January.  Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 19th we have a wedding to attend for a sweet couple at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it looks like it's going to be a full calendar.  I bet it's all going to fly by as time seems to do these days.  I will try and get pictures for each event and share them with you all :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4937695560645214694?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4937695560645214694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4937695560645214694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4937695560645214694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4937695560645214694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifes-about-to-get-busy.html' title='Life&apos;s about to get busy'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-4038185257300953660</id><published>2008-05-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:59:14.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Little Shiner</title><content type='html'>In my world I have come to realize that boys play hard and that means they're gonna have bumps and bruises along the way!  Well, Jake got his first little shiner a couple of weeks ago.  I thought I would share a couple of pictures with all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see it there below his left eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SCiEqhnSURI/AAAAAAAAANA/vMC0r9jeuNc/s1600-h/May+3+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SCiEqhnSURI/AAAAAAAAANA/vMC0r9jeuNc/s320/May+3+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199551635911758098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess maybe it's a little hard to tell in the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SCiEfRnSUQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/29o2L6j_qs4/s1600-h/May+3+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SCiEfRnSUQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/29o2L6j_qs4/s320/May+3+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199551442638229762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see he also loves sticking his tongue out every time I take his picture.  It's something he's just started in the last couple of weeks.  He also does it when he's acting shy or a bit nervous about his surroundings.  So silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-4038185257300953660?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/4038185257300953660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=4038185257300953660&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4038185257300953660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/4038185257300953660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-little-shiner.html' title='First Little Shiner'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SCiEqhnSURI/AAAAAAAAANA/vMC0r9jeuNc/s72-c/May+3+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8000935925958616996</id><published>2008-05-11T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:41:35.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I just have to start out by saying how thankful I am to have my Mom in my life this year more than ever before.  It's hard when you find out someone special in your life is sick, especially when they are touched with cancer.  My Mom is so special and has not once thrown in the towel or considered giving in when times got tough.  During this trial in her life I have seen her grow so much.  I am so proud of her!  What a wonderful example of Christ living through her.  I know she wouldn't be the woman she is today without her faith in the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know she wouldn't be the woman and mother she is today if she didn't have the influence of her Mother.  What another great example of a Christian woman.  My Grandma has such a kind and gentle spirit.  She can find the good in anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am so blessed to be touched by both of these incredible women.  I love them and appreciate them more than I could ever say.  Life just wouldn't be the same without them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8000935925958616996?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8000935925958616996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8000935925958616996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8000935925958616996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8000935925958616996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-8237136897832526144</id><published>2008-05-06T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:44:52.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was random...</title><content type='html'>We hear this saying a lot working with the High School students at church.  They say it all the time!  Speaking of High School... Jeff and I attended a leaders meeting on Sunday night and were presented with "Leaders of the month!"  Darius and Nicole said some awesome things about Jeff and I that made us feel great.  Then he presented us with the award and a gift card to &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.chilis.com/"&gt;Chili's&lt;/a&gt;.  It's so awesome to work with those students each week in our home and at church.  They are such a blessing in our lives and we thank the Lord for giving us this opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I had to laugh as I overheard Jeff walk into the boy's room and say "Just FYI guys, tomorrow we're going to do such and such."  The boys said "What's an FYI?"  Later I asked him if maybe he had been spending too much time at work :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://pinkribbonupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; is working on something really cool that I will eventually be able to talk about.  Until then, I'm praying that she has the courage to get through it!  I love you Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://onemomslifesong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie's&lt;/a&gt; dog died last week and I'm so glad I was able to go with her to the vet.  I can't imagine if she had to do it alone.  Poor thing was so upset and I think the last three weeks or so had just caught up with her.  Love you Julie and I'm sorry you had to go through that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Patti is so great!  She is always helping out when I need her... watching the kids and helping pick up Josh from school.  I was telling my Mom just yesterday that she is actually like a big sister to me sometimes.  I never thought I really needed one until she came along.  I'm so thankful that God brought us together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sister in law, Tina so much.  I've really been struggling lately with her being gone.  I'm not sure why it's not getting easier.  She's doing what God has called her to do and I'm so proud of her.  What an awesome example of following God's will in your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that my &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://laughwithsherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; is up and walking again.  It's been great to see her so encouraged lately.  God truly blessed me when He placed her in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it really was random but I got some things out of my head and off my heart.  Thanks for listening!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-8237136897832526144?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/8237136897832526144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=8237136897832526144&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8237136897832526144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/8237136897832526144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-was-random.html' title='That was random...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-3795903200968121750</id><published>2008-05-02T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:05:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Stones of Life</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday night my Mom has a women's home team in her home.  The women are ranging in ages from 25 to 50.  We all come from different backgrounds, races, and marital status.  We do however share a special bond, we all have a relationship with Jesus Christ and that unites us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Wednesday night we talked about the stepping stones of life.  My Mom had gotten a basket full of small stones and asked us each to write significant milestones in our lives along with the dates.  It was such an awesome time of sharing and growing together as a group!  I'm so blessed to have each of these women in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share with you some of the milestones, good or bad, that have helped shape me to be the woman I am today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1981 ~ Born to the best parents ever&lt;br /&gt;1982 ~ Became a big sister&lt;br /&gt;1986 ~ Accepted Christ as my Savior&lt;br /&gt;1987 ~ Baptized on my 6th birthday by my Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;1983 ~ Started Jr. High... very rough time&lt;br /&gt;1997 ~ Got my first job&lt;br /&gt;1998 ~ Attempted rape by my cousin&lt;br /&gt;1999 ~ Graduated High School&lt;br /&gt;2000 ~ Became an aunt for the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;2000 ~ Married Jeff and gained a wonderful sister in law, Tina&lt;br /&gt;2001 ~ Jeff has a seizure while I was 5 months pregnant w/ Josh&lt;br /&gt;2001 ~ Mother in law Peggie finds breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;2001 ~ Auntie again... #2&lt;br /&gt;2001 ~ Josh was born&lt;br /&gt;2001 ~ Got counseling and fought back!&lt;br /&gt;2001 ~ Met my friend Julie&lt;br /&gt;2003 ~ Auntie again... #3&lt;br /&gt;2004 ~ Seth was born&lt;br /&gt;2004 ~ Auntie again... #4&lt;br /&gt;2004 ~ My sister got sick, left home and we didn't contact us for 5 months&lt;br /&gt;2004 ~ MIL, Peggie has emergency brain surgery to remove tumor&lt;br /&gt;2007 ~ My BIL and SIL leave for South East Asia... hard to say goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;2007 ~ Jacob was born&lt;br /&gt;2007 ~ My Mom found breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;2007 ~ Moved positions in my church preschool area&lt;br /&gt;2007 ~ My MIL passed away&lt;br /&gt;2008 ~ Step down from preschool at church and start working with High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SBud48Nc65I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DedgcO83z4M/s1600-h/May+2+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SBud48Nc65I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DedgcO83z4M/s320/May+2+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195920196662782866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry it turned out to be so long but I wanted to share my heart.  Thanks for taking time to read and listen to my story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-3795903200968121750?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/3795903200968121750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=3795903200968121750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3795903200968121750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/3795903200968121750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/stepping-stones-of-life.html' title='Stepping Stones of Life'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/SBud48Nc65I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DedgcO83z4M/s72-c/May+2+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2920264173091401699</id><published>2008-05-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:27:15.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Shaping Up... *Updated*</title><content type='html'>To be a crazy day!  Josh woke up and pretty much starting "tossing his cookies" right away.  Then as I was trying to get him to the bathroom Jacob crawled through it.  I got Josh started in the shower so he could get cleaned up and grabbed Jake for the bathtub.  I removed his diaper and set him on my leg not realizing he had pooped in his diaper.  So I had to run get wipes for that while still holding him at arms length to keep from getting smeared any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was all before 8 this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of motherhood, it's a beautiful thing I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * Updated * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keeping everyone informed because I know you all want to know how my day is going :o)&lt;br /&gt;Josh has "tossed his cookies" 7 more times.  Jacob had another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper... of the explosive nature!  Seth slipped in Josh's "cookies" that I didn't know about and is now in the tub.  I finally got a shower with about 2 minutes of peace and quiet... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2920264173091401699?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2920264173091401699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2920264173091401699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2920264173091401699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2920264173091401699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-shaping-up.html' title='It&apos;s Shaping Up... *Updated*'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1588457207416993318</id><published>2008-04-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:52:59.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be sure your dirty dishes will find you out</title><content type='html'>Last night as we were getting ready for our high school home team to come over I realized my dishwasher was full.  It had been run and they were all clean but I didn't have time to unload it.  So I remembered my friend Julie once telling me about someone she knew who filled the oven will dirty dishes once for a party.  I decided to try it thinking that none of them would ever be the wiser.  It was going great until one of them said "why is the baby's bottle in the oven?"  Then she opened the oven and saw the rest of the dirty dishes.  I admitted right then and there what I had done and we all had a good laugh!  Next time I guess I'll have to use the pantry or a cupboard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you ever hidden dirty dishes as a desperate measure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1588457207416993318?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1588457207416993318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1588457207416993318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1588457207416993318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1588457207416993318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-sure-your-dirty-dishes-will-find-you.html' title='Be sure your dirty dishes will find you out'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-1284511736454714431</id><published>2008-04-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:51:38.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poop Diaries</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Jeff said to me "Do you ever feel like life as a parent revolves around poop?"  I just laughed.  Today that became even more clear as I changed each poopy diaper.  Jacob must have had at least three.  Then I got to thinking about how many times a day we're dealing with someone having an accident, a poopy diaper or someone being constipated.  Wow, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening it became even more clear to me how many times we deal with this subject.  Jacob was outside in his jumparoo watching Jeff plant our new tree.  All of a sudden Jeff says "What in the world are you jumping around in Jacob?"  I came over to take a look, too.  That's when we both realized he had had some sort of explosion and it was all over his legs, feets and clothes!  We quickly hosed him off and ran him to the bathtub.  What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of you may have quit reading after the title but I couldn't help but share :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-1284511736454714431?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/1284511736454714431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=1284511736454714431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1284511736454714431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/1284511736454714431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/poop-diaries.html' title='The Poop Diaries'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-467120194629199531</id><published>2008-04-27T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:30:46.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 Day Yard Sale</title><content type='html'>Friday and Saturday we had a yard sale to benefit my &lt;a href="http://pinkribbonupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt;.  She has been fighting breast cancer since October.  As far as the doctors can tell she is now cancer free and that is so exciting!  However the bills are coming in and she's having copay after copay and that begins to pile up.  So my sister and I decided to do something to help... my friend Julie suggested a yard sale.  They had such great success with it and thought it would be a great idea.  In fact, I have to give a huge thank you to my friends&lt;a href="http://onemomslifesong.wordpress.com/"&gt; Julie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; for the trailer full of leftovers.  That really helped!  Plus, a thank you to my friends Patti, Brenda, my Aunt Karen and my father in law.  You all went above and beyond in helping out this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to put out a jar and a sign that said "Help us fight... donations accepted."  Then we also gave away free pink ribbons my sister made up.  It was so awesome to see people donate everything from change to ten dollar bills.  We heard so many stories from customers who lost a loved one to breast cancer.  It's amazing how many women are dying from this each year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the grand total for both days was right at $1000.  That is definitely going to help pay off some of her medical bills and help while she's not working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-467120194629199531?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/467120194629199531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=467120194629199531&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/467120194629199531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/467120194629199531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-day-yard-sale.html' title='The 2 Day Yard Sale'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-7854442489153758575</id><published>2008-04-23T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:29:28.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the year award...</title><content type='html'>I won't be earning that anytime soon.  I totally forgot to pack Josh's lunch this morning!  I don't know how something so routine could have been forgotten.  We do it each morning without fail.  I pack it up and he puts it in his backpack.  I felt horrible when he called from school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh hi Mom, it's Josh." (voice shaking and on the verge of tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi bud, what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, could you please just bring me a lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have your lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We didn't pack it this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay honey, I'll bring it down in just a little while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was going to cry as I hung up with him.  It was so sad to hear him trying to keep it together.  I'm glad I was at home and could run it down there quickly!  He looked so relieved as I entered the classroom with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to try for that award again next year, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-7854442489153758575?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/7854442489153758575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=7854442489153758575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7854442489153758575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/7854442489153758575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/mother-of-year-award.html' title='Mother of the year award...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-634785320960545658</id><published>2008-04-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:44:36.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick kids... never fun!</title><content type='html'>Poor Jacob has been fighting off ear infections for a couple weeks now.  I took him him about two and a half weeks ago because I knew his little ears were hurting pretty bad.  The doc said it was his fifth ear infection since January and that's not a good sign.  The the following week when he was 9 days in on that antibiotic, I had to take him back.  At that point the doc said it had only gotten worse and was now a double infection.  So we started the second round of antibiotics.  On the fifth and final day of that particular medication I realized he was running a fever.  Ugh... back to the doctors to have them say it was still getting worse!  I had to hold him down while two nurses gave him antibiotic shots.  It is horrible to watch but I knew it was the best thing.  Today we go back in to see if it's any better.  My thought is that he still has the infection because he's not happy at all.  I just feel so bad for him.  We will be seeing the ENT later this month to set up his tube surgery.  Please pray for the little guy... and his mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Seth went to bed with a fever.  I prayed it would be a small thing and that he would wake up feeling great this morning.  Nope, he still has a fever and it's getting higher.  Hopefully they will be willing to take a look at him today, too!  I'm guessing he's got an ear infection also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guys, I just want to make it better for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-634785320960545658?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/634785320960545658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=634785320960545658&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/634785320960545658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/634785320960545658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-kids-never-fun.html' title='Sick kids... never fun!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5060852460310610851</id><published>2008-04-15T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:20:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Angels are Rejoicing and so am I...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a big day for Josh... He asked Jesus to live in his heart!  It was a great time as we drove to school.  I had led him in the prayer once before when he was about 41/2 but he was questioning it.  I made sure he knew it was important and something you have to know in your heart is true.  We talked about all that it meant and he answered each question with confidence.  I know this time he truly understood and got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he got out of the car I told him the Bible said the angels are rejoicing and having a party for him.  He got so excited and said "how long with the party be?"  It was such a special moment for us.  I will never forget that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for giving me this child and for the special moments we share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5060852460310610851?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5060852460310610851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5060852460310610851&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5060852460310610851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5060852460310610851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/angels-are-rejoicing-and-so-am-i.html' title='The Angels are Rejoicing and so am I...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-2624211075458278638</id><published>2008-04-11T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:44:56.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my friend at &lt;a href="http://beboldjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player tags 5 people and posts their name, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago would be April of 1998. I was a junior in high school.  I was working part time, taking a couple college classes and doing my homeschooling.  Jeff and I were promised so I was looking forward to the day we would get engaged and eventually married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;2) Oatmeal &amp;amp; Cranberry Cookies&lt;br /&gt;3) Dark Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4) Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;5) Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1) Pay off our medical bills and save up a bunch&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get my hubby a new car with AC&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Give more to our church&lt;br /&gt;4) Go visit my BIL and SIL in South East Asia&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Take my whole family (aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents - everyone) on a vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs that I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1) Front end supervisor and Bookkeeper at Staples&lt;br /&gt;2) Preschool teacher at Wee Learners&lt;br /&gt;3) Working part time for our church&lt;br /&gt;4) Ran my own in home daycare for 5 years&lt;br /&gt;5) Selling Avon and Premier Designs Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my habits&lt;br /&gt;1) I put tons of ice in my drinks&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a hard time saying no&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm sure my husband could think of more than I can :o)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five place I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1) I have always lived here in AZ!&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five People I Want to Get to Know Better: (a nice way of saying TAG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughwithsherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkribbonupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onemomslifesong.wordpress.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jodi-jabber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.o2bnaz.com/"&gt;Kelley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-2624211075458278638?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/2624211075458278638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=2624211075458278638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2624211075458278638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/2624211075458278638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23531346.post-5833062491510980482</id><published>2008-04-09T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:23:46.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Beautiful Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/R_0v6NMzOkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2GKXrxOs3Z8/s1600-h/March+25th+154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/R_0v6NMzOkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2GKXrxOs3Z8/s320/March+25th+154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187355022822947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be in prayer for my Mom this week.  She has been in the hospital since Monday afternoon.  They aren't sure exactly what is going on in her body right now.  It started with a fever and they are pretty sure there's an infection somewhere.  Today they did tests to check her colon and stomach... nothing fun!  We're waiting on the results of those.  Pray that it's nothing serious.  Also pray that she won't catch anything else while she's at the hospital.  Her immune system is already compromised due to the Chemo treatments.  We just want to see her healthy again soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23531346-5833062491510980482?l=justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/feeds/5833062491510980482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23531346&amp;postID=5833062491510980482&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5833062491510980482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23531346/posts/default/5833062491510980482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmeandmyguys.blogspot.com/2008/04/prayer-for-my-mom.html' title='Prayer for my Mom'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16648342964225063366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UKCcAZtAFdI/TbUDDwSKGBI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SQ0J675MDQ4/s220/Easter%2B2011%2B014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A1-DrqxZlI4/R_0v6NMzOkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2GKXrxOs3Z8/s72-c/March+25th+154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
