<?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-4293306840218387922</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:53:34.161-06:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Logan'/><category term='Saviour'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Not Me Monday'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='Papaw'/><category term='Gavin'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='prayer request'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='oops'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Marcus'/><category term='scrapping'/><category term='boys'/><category term='nap'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Elf'/><category term='Christian Congregation Church'/><category term='passing out'/><category term='How do you know?'/><category term='Aiden'/><category term='memories'/><category term='cold'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='food'/><category term='house'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Weight'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Carrie's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8190990541643285877</id><published>2010-11-23T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:52:25.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Session 2010 Buwalda Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-eb.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=1008806316554095851&amp;amp;site=widget-eb.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=1008806316554095851&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p1/1008806316554095851/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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My. Goodness.  I have a blog!  It's been since August since I've blogged!  I'd like to say it's because I've been sitting around eating bon bons and watching Oprah, but that's about the last thing I've actually been doing.  So, let's try to give you a run down on what's been happening in our lives since August:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The boys have been enjoying school.  Aiden is in 2nd grade and Logan is in his second year of preschool.  It's so fun to see what they've learned.&lt;br /&gt;*  I've been working on my Master's degree.  What was I thinking!?  I am doing it all online, which helps, but whoa!  I'll be done December of 2011, so let the countdown begin.  Oh, and did I mention I currently have  a 4.0.  If you knew me my first go around in college, this would seem like a fluke!&lt;br /&gt;*  We've made a few extra trips to Missouri to visit my Great Granny as she was not doing well.  She went to be with the Lord and Grandpa on October 31st.  It was more of a celebration as she had turned 90 a few days prior and was ready.  My children were blessed to be 5th generation babies and know their Great Great Grandma.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;*  Logan turned 5 (gulp).  I cannot believe it.  He's learning to ride a bike sans training wheels.  I'm a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;*  Gavin (nephew) turned 3.  So weird!  Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;*  My sister Jamie (Gavin's mom) learned she is pregnant with twins!  WOOT!  They should make an appearance in April sometime.  I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;*  I'm in the ending month(s) of the United Way Campaign that I am chairing.  WHOA x's 2!  I had no clue what I was in for.  I have learned a lot, but mostly how much I love our community.  Times are hard right now, not going to lie, but people are still open to hearing what UW can do and I hope they are willing to open their pocket books as well.  Wanna give??  Let me know and I'll get you the info!&lt;br /&gt;*  I have just been voted in as a library board member of our local library.  I am excited to serve in this manner for our little town.  I cannot wait to meet new people and gain more board experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I know there is more, but I am drawing a blank.  Maybe because I am staring at a counter full of Christmas decorations that need to either be placed neatly around the house or packed back up.  I am working on uploading some of the photos from our recent photo session.  The pictures are by Buwalda Photography.  If you want her info, let me know and I'll get it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I visit here soon with more updates!&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-898273684684008126?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/898273684684008126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=898273684684008126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/898273684684008126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/898273684684008126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2072706112189956299</id><published>2010-08-24T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:16:15.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Armed with blankie, a blow gun, a lasso (right boot) and rainboots, Logan is ready to take on the world!  (This is the thing that happens when Mommy decides to clean out closets).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/THPhwxr4L4I/AAAAAAAABaA/3_F4Ho7prLA/s1600/Rainboots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508994997291593602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/THPhwxr4L4I/AAAAAAAABaA/3_F4Ho7prLA/s400/Rainboots.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2072706112189956299?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2072706112189956299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2072706112189956299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2072706112189956299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2072706112189956299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-out-world.html' title='Look Out World!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/THPhwxr4L4I/AAAAAAAABaA/3_F4Ho7prLA/s72-c/Rainboots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2569885628065491617</id><published>2010-08-19T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:56:24.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Grade</title><content type='html'>I say this every year, but I cannot believe that Aiden is now ins 2nd grade.  He was so excited - mostly to wear his new shoes (he *may* get that from me).  I usually take a picture of both boys on the first day, but as you'll see in the first picture, Logan wanted nothing to do with it.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288299132504786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3Rh3l1StI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HInS7Os3k70/s400/IMG_1936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3Rg3qxKRI/AAAAAAAABZw/yxzQEZbQ9IE/s1600/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288281973336338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3Rg3qxKRI/AAAAAAAABZw/yxzQEZbQ9IE/s400/IMG_1934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3Rf_L34FI/AAAAAAAABZo/Sfzn2IxSviM/s1600/IMG_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288266811367506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3Rf_L34FI/AAAAAAAABZo/Sfzn2IxSviM/s400/IMG_1931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3RfuCcX-I/AAAAAAAABZg/Saw3S1e5xL4/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288262208413666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3RfuCcX-I/AAAAAAAABZg/Saw3S1e5xL4/s400/IMG_1928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3ReqHRnnI/AAAAAAAABZY/t8tPZ0kwi-M/s1600/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288243975069298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3ReqHRnnI/AAAAAAAABZY/t8tPZ0kwi-M/s400/IMG_1927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2569885628065491617?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2569885628065491617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2569885628065491617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2569885628065491617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2569885628065491617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/second-grade.html' title='Second Grade'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TG3Rh3l1StI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HInS7Os3k70/s72-c/IMG_1936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8982991007233676330</id><published>2010-07-13T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:01:57.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Brithday, Marcus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TD00mbLcIKI/AAAAAAAABZQ/94nGRuIgF8U/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493604955197284514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TD00mbLcIKI/AAAAAAAABZQ/94nGRuIgF8U/s200/IMG_1797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's July 14th ... the day my husband was born 32 years ago! Keeping up with my tradition (3rd year running), welcome to the "32 Reason I Love Marcus" list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When working nights, you leave the bedside light on for me and turn down the covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your grin. There's almost always something behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You always remember special dates like our anniversary, birthdays, our first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You're not embarrassed to purchase "supplies" for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You support me in everything I do: job changes, continuing my education, my different hair colors ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. You make the best french toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. All of my favorite things include you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. You tolerate mushrooms in your food because you know how much I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. You are faithful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. You "get" marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. You let me sleep in and never make me feel guilty for doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. You take pride in our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. You are very handy to have around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. You understand that even though I do not lift heavy equipment or get dirty in my job, I still have hard days and I work hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I love the fact that you LOVE Christmas. Everything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. You like my meatloaf and even brag about it at times. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. You are a man of your word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. You let me be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. You are a wonderful son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. You are a wonderful father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. You are a wonderful husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. You don't try to understand me - you just love me no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. You can finish my sentences, yet you normally don't out of respect for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. You let me have an opinion on everything in our life. And you take it into consideration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. You keep me grounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. You listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. You still give me butterflies when you reach for my hand or lean in to kiss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. You are fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I love seeing the pride you take in your grilling skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Your work ethic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. You make me a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. You are my best friend and I am honored to spend another trip around the sun with you as your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Marcus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8982991007233676330?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8982991007233676330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8982991007233676330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8982991007233676330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8982991007233676330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-brithday-marcus.html' title='Happy Brithday, Marcus!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/TD00mbLcIKI/AAAAAAAABZQ/94nGRuIgF8U/s72-c/IMG_1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3077833266084023478</id><published>2010-05-26T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:48:20.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and Lucky #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28sJFSmlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/fWN514bsBxQ/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28sJFSmlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/fWN514bsBxQ/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740188490766930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_2-KPvhDrI/AAAAAAAABZA/rZHd-gozp0A/s1600/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_2-KPvhDrI/AAAAAAAABZA/rZHd-gozp0A/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475741805186191026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, where has the time gone?  This past week was a little rough for me.  On Wednesday (5/19/10), Logan "graduated" from preschool.  He has another year of preschool, so I managed not to shed any tears, but there was a HUGE lump in my throat.  Then on Friday, Aiden turned 7.  Wait, that cannot be right.  Ugh!  Seven!!!  I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday.  Overnight he has turned into a little man.  *sigh*  For his birthday we went to see the Fort Wayne TinCaps "play."  I put play in quotes as we saw one inning due to rain.  But we had a blast anyway!  All the kids were great and barely noticed the rain.&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logan - I am so proud of you and how far you have come this year in preschool.  You are the most empathetic 4 year old ever.  You just seem to know when your friends, teachers, brother or parents need to be lifted up.  It's truly a gift of yours.  Your speech has improved and you love showing off your work.  You are actually sad the days you don't have school.  I can't believe this year is already over, but I love watching you grow.  I love you Bud ... *pound it!*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28tVilGlI/AAAAAAAABYg/2nfi9gHFEPw/s1600/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28tVilGlI/AAAAAAAABYg/2nfi9gHFEPw/s400/IMG_1504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740209014708818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28shfuHfI/AAAAAAAABYY/Ob8tJEf5Xgo/s1600/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28shfuHfI/AAAAAAAABYY/Ob8tJEf5Xgo/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740195044072946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_3A4bhqfkI/AAAAAAAABZI/R-fDqdlAmGg/s1600/IMG_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_3A4bhqfkI/AAAAAAAABZI/R-fDqdlAmGg/s400/IMG_1521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475744797646552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden - Seven.  I keep saying it over and over so it will register.  You'll never know the joy you have brought to this family.  Even as a baby you were bringing us together.  I am amazed everyday to see how much of an "Erskine" you are.  Man, you are competitive.  Not only in sports and with others, but with yourself.  You want to do everything perfectly on the first try.  Many tears have been shed over the Wii, spelling words, and reading because you missed something on the first try or didn't get the highest score.  One thing you never get frustrated with is math.  You are a whiz (totally did not get that from this from me).  You are so handsome. You wear your feelings on your sleeve.  You are too cool to kiss your mom, but hold my hand a lot and still demand that I kiss your cheek before you go to sleep.  I love you Aiden Michael.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_2-JkZdchI/AAAAAAAABY4/Ip7WWArE4Ws/s1600/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_2-JkZdchI/AAAAAAAABY4/Ip7WWArE4Ws/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475741793550955026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28uPnKToI/AAAAAAAABYw/oUsLXWh14SQ/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28uPnKToI/AAAAAAAABYw/oUsLXWh14SQ/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740224603180674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28t6ggVqI/AAAAAAAABYo/W_e9fuRn24w/s1600/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28t6ggVqI/AAAAAAAABYo/W_e9fuRn24w/s400/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475740218938119842" 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/4293306840218387922-3077833266084023478?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3077833266084023478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3077833266084023478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3077833266084023478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3077833266084023478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-and-lucky-7.html' title='Graduation and Lucky #7'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S_28sJFSmlI/AAAAAAAABYQ/fWN514bsBxQ/s72-c/IMG_1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4318154528013582289</id><published>2010-05-11T17:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:35:04.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nbBybk7cI/AAAAAAAABYA/LOk5yYUPdio/s1600/Gavin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470144046181969346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nbBybk7cI/AAAAAAAABYA/LOk5yYUPdio/s400/Gavin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had one of the best Mother's Day weekends I can remember. Saturday night we (the boys and I) went to my parents to celebrate. We met Jamie, Nick and Gavin at Red Lobster. That's where Aiden ordered crab legs for the first time ever (see pic)! That kid will try anything. He loved them. The next thing he'd like to try is sushi. Ugh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470144057647323650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nbCdJIWgI/AAAAAAAABYI/1aYhUhsdfpg/s400/crab.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Anyway, Sunday we went to our home church and then ... wait for it ... Chuck E. Cheese!!!!!!!!! Yes, I know ... what in the world? My parents had promised the boys a trip there for a few weeks now. We thought about Saturday night, but then I had a genius idea that Sunday (Mother's Day) the crowd would be minor. I was right! It was actually an enjoyable trip. There were maybe 25 people in the entire place. The boys had a great time and so did we! Who knew!?! It may become a Mother's Day tradition ... or maybe not. HA! After all of that fun, we headed home to Marcus (he had been sleeping because he was working nights over Mother's Day weekend) and they gave me my gifts. I got some wonderful items (pictured below) and a gift certificate for a massage (not pictured). I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nV9icM8DI/AAAAAAAABXw/gWXvJfzvUzw/s1600/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138475612008498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nV9icM8DI/AAAAAAAABXw/gWXvJfzvUzw/s400/hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Art that Aiden made me. It says (in ink I might add) "At times you get discouraged because I am so small. I always leave my fingerprints on furniture and walls. But I'll be growing up some day and all the handprints will fade away. So here are some handprints so you will recall, how my fingers looked when I was very small." Sigh ... blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nVcMtWlYI/AAAAAAAABXY/SUBeLhp4Yb0/s1600/logan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137902842680706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nVcMtWlYI/AAAAAAAABXY/SUBeLhp4Yb0/s400/logan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture Logan colored me that reads "Mommy, I know you love me by the way you show you care. you hug me oh so gently when I need you, you're always there." Sigh again, blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to the good stuff! HA! Below is my Chuck E. Cheese ring from Aiden. It lights up ... ohhhhh yeah. Before work on Monday, he came into my room and asked me if I was going to wear it. I told him I was going to try and he said, "Well, you are wearing something in the pink family." He was right. I was wearing fuchsia. HA! Again, blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470138485834291618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nV-IhYmaI/AAAAAAAABX4/MJ0ssyzU-rg/s400/Ring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137891196653378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nVbhUuT0I/AAAAAAAABXQ/tG7qwPCwzTc/s400/Ringlight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And finally, a picture of Mommy and her boys at Chuck E. Cheese. *BLESSED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nVa33chFI/AAAAAAAABXA/vR1fTCpy9Gc/s1600/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470137880067998802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nVa33chFI/AAAAAAAABXA/vR1fTCpy9Gc/s400/pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4318154528013582289?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4318154528013582289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4318154528013582289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4318154528013582289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4318154528013582289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S-nbBybk7cI/AAAAAAAABYA/LOk5yYUPdio/s72-c/Gavin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4305601619229851095</id><published>2010-04-18T17:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:28:38.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years ...</title><content type='html'>Marcus and I are celebrating our 7th year anniversary today. Seven years, it doesn't seem possible. Is it really seven years; has it only been seven years?? HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our story (did you know I cussed him out when he proposed? Classy, I know. Or that we were engaged for nearly 4 yrs?) I love the fact that people that knew us in high school still give us the "huh, you two???" look. I love that we've surprised many by not only making it this long, but making it through a lot of the stuff society would have justified it is "ok" had we just given up. I love us. I love being married to my best friend (as cliche as that sounds, it's true). I love where we've been, where we are, and where we hope to be someday. I love that we enjoy the simple things in life. I love the family we have together. I love us. I love that our wedding was so simple and small, but such a turning point for all 12 of us involved. I love how we've grown together every year. I love us. I love our life. I love how we just "work." I love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary, Marcus.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4305601619229851095?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4305601619229851095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4305601619229851095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4305601619229851095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4305601619229851095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/7-years.html' title='7 Years ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6897380606651612365</id><published>2010-04-11T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:03:34.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gets Old</title><content type='html'>My boys say some off the wall things, but lately I've really listened to some of the things they have said or asked for and realized that those things will never get old.  Here's just a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Throw me another fly ball (or grounder).&lt;br /&gt;*Can we snuggle?&lt;br /&gt;*Will you read to me?&lt;br /&gt;*Can I read to you?&lt;br /&gt;*You look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;*I like your fingernails (or dress, or shirt ...)&lt;br /&gt;*You smell good.&lt;br /&gt;*I didn't get in trouble today!&lt;br /&gt;*I did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;*You're the best!&lt;br /&gt;*You're silly.&lt;br /&gt;*I did well on my spelling test.&lt;br /&gt;*Will you tuck me in?&lt;br /&gt;*You forgot to kiss me (not that I want to forget this important step, but I love that they miss it if I don't).&lt;br /&gt;*Can I pray tonight?&lt;br /&gt;And last ... but obviously not least ... I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6897380606651612365?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6897380606651612365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6897380606651612365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6897380606651612365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6897380606651612365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-gets-old.html' title='Never Gets Old'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3834533435889717445</id><published>2010-03-05T19:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:11:34.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Class Bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.  Proverbs 22:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to announce that Aiden was awarded the First Class Bulldog award for this trimester.  What is a First Class Bulldog?  Forty students are chosen each trimester as students that are living out the 16 Life Skills that are taught: respect, integrity, initiative, flexibility, perseverance, organization, sense of humor, effort, common sense, problem solving, responsibility, patience, friendship, curiosity, cooperation and caring.  Aiden received it for his honesty.  We were very proud of him.  He had no idea he was receiving the award nor did he know that we (me, my mom, Jamie and Gavin) would be there to watch.  Here are some pictures of my First Class Bulldog.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5G0gtLavaI/AAAAAAAABWw/pIE7hir8biw/s1600-h/Feb10+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5G0gtLavaI/AAAAAAAABWw/pIE7hir8biw/s400/Feb10+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445331898443939234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he handsome?  He's going to be a heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzvabzysI/AAAAAAAABWg/FC43LmS1vCU/s1600-h/Feb10+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzvabzysI/AAAAAAAABWg/FC43LmS1vCU/s400/Feb10+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445331051598826178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His friend Bryce received the award also.  They are cute boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzU0ceobI/AAAAAAAABWY/GV_qABmS9Lw/s1600-h/Feb10+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzU0ceobI/AAAAAAAABWY/GV_qABmS9Lw/s400/Feb10+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445330594724487602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gavin watchin' the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzUdzqifI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Jm8pWcXFvLg/s1600-h/Feb10+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzUdzqifI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Jm8pWcXFvLg/s400/Feb10+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445330588647721458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Receiving the award from Mr. Roth, the principal.  Aiden seems less than excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzUI7Q5qI/AAAAAAAABWI/VJghPsJCL2E/s1600-h/Feb10+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzUI7Q5qI/AAAAAAAABWI/VJghPsJCL2E/s400/Feb10+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445330583042451106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzTgk3JmI/AAAAAAAABWA/928f9y9RwSE/s1600-h/Feb10+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzTgk3JmI/AAAAAAAABWA/928f9y9RwSE/s400/Feb10+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445330572211070562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the SWE First Class Bulldogs.&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/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzS4D3okI/AAAAAAAABV4/DAAkKJsPy-A/s1600-h/Feb10+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5GzS4D3okI/AAAAAAAABV4/DAAkKJsPy-A/s400/Feb10+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445330561335272002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's an award without presents!?!  He got two skateboard guys, balloons and a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus couldn't go to the program because of work, but to say that we are proud seems like an understatement.  I know this award is not life changing, it doesn't give any recognition outside of our small town, but that doesn't matter in the least.  To know that the things we try to teach at home are being practiced outside of the home (maybe even more than inside the home ... oh brothers) means a lot to us as parents.   We love you Aiden Michael.&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/4293306840218387922-3834533435889717445?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3834533435889717445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3834533435889717445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3834533435889717445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3834533435889717445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-class-bulldog.html' title='First Class Bulldog'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S5G0gtLavaI/AAAAAAAABWw/pIE7hir8biw/s72-c/Feb10+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-9218435720624845794</id><published>2010-02-25T10:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:38:14.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February Family Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again this month has been action packed!  Let's jump right in.  Marcus has been reunited with his brother, Donnie after 14 years.  We had a big homecoming celebration for him at our home on Valentine's weekend.  Below is a picture of all of us together for the first time.  It really was a great day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNGdAcUI/AAAAAAAABU4/hqZHip0o29o/s1600-h/Feb10+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNGdAcUI/AAAAAAAABU4/hqZHip0o29o/s400/Feb10+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217744701354306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the three stooges - Donnie, Jason and Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akM8H-BZI/AAAAAAAABUw/oNRbeKuNUUM/s1600-h/Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akM8H-BZI/AAAAAAAABUw/oNRbeKuNUUM/s400/Brothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217741928760722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also were able to welcome a new baby into the world!  Emma Rose was born on February 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  She is gorgeous (just like her mom and grandma).  She's a sweet little package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNxGkcWI/AAAAAAAABVI/fPdVupGs18M/s1600-h/Feb10+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNxGkcWI/AAAAAAAABVI/fPdVupGs18M/s400/Feb10+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217756149969250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, my baby fever is going crazy.  Especially when I see all the cute little pink things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNo_pBFI/AAAAAAAABVA/21gwjvmRHbg/s1600-h/Feb10+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNo_pBFI/AAAAAAAABVA/21gwjvmRHbg/s400/Feb10+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217753973425234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan just adores babies.  Here he is all snuggled up to Emma the night we went to visit her.  He could kiss and hold her all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akOe3DXyI/AAAAAAAABVQ/iWOr2REHHjY/s1600-h/Feb10+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akOe3DXyI/AAAAAAAABVQ/iWOr2REHHjY/s400/Feb10+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442217768432918306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;.  He's not thrilled with babies.  He wasn't all that thrilled when Gavin came along.  He loves him now, just not interested when they're little.  He humored me for a picture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akM8H-BZI/AAAAAAAABUw/oNRbeKuNUUM/s1600-h/Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4anK-MvbJI/AAAAAAAABVg/D9GXKZHViXI/s1600-h/Feb10+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4anK-MvbJI/AAAAAAAABVg/D9GXKZHViXI/s400/Feb10+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442221006660791442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that's it for now.  I have a fun post for tomorrow though!  Stop back by!!!&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/4293306840218387922-9218435720624845794?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9218435720624845794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=9218435720624845794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/9218435720624845794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/9218435720624845794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-family-fun.html' title='February Family Fun!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S4akNGdAcUI/AAAAAAAABU4/hqZHip0o29o/s72-c/Feb10+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5320485117864489406</id><published>2010-02-10T10:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:30:16.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From Home</title><content type='html'>I worked from home today.  The boys didn't go to school/daycare due to weather and I was feeling a bit under the weather, so I opted to try this out.  I wasn't sure how it would go since the boys are pretty active, but I was surprised.  Here's what I learned today while working from home:&lt;br /&gt;1) I love wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) I love my bed.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; while sitting on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;4) My kids like oatmeal (I already knew this) but are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; when you drop it on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;5) I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; when I drop oatmeal on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;6) I hate mopping.  I'm no good at mopping (see #5).&lt;br /&gt;7) I can have a day where I don't have to get on the kids for fighting until after 11 am!&lt;br /&gt;8) The Young and The Restless picked up right where I quit watching 8 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;9) Lunch with the boys seems to be a larger mess than a 4 course dinner.&lt;br /&gt;10)  The boys could (and did) watch the Sandlot 2 over and over.&lt;br /&gt;11) When the boys are quiet and I am being productive in the bedroom, I should stop and go see what's happening (see pictures below).&lt;br /&gt;12) I can get all the laundry caught up in one day.&lt;br /&gt;13) I am praying Marcus doesn't read #11.&lt;br /&gt;14) I have truly great boys that for the most part were great while I worked and rested today.  I am blessed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S3NNaJ877LI/AAAAAAAABUY/ymFDLyA11DI/s1600-h/Jan10+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S3NNaJ877LI/AAAAAAAABUY/ymFDLyA11DI/s400/Jan10+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436774286909762738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some type of war (The Hoffman War) happened upon our couch.  The cat may be under there for all I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S3NNaoWbmnI/AAAAAAAABUg/PTy6Qyrv804/s1600-h/Jan10+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S3NNaoWbmnI/AAAAAAAABUg/PTy6Qyrv804/s400/Jan10+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436774295069760114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly putty sticks to a computer screen.  Just ask Aiden.  Not sure what he was making exactly.  Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better this evening.  I hope to return to work/school tomorrow.  But I must admit, I enjoyed our day and lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5320485117864489406?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5320485117864489406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5320485117864489406' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5320485117864489406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5320485117864489406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/lessons-from-home.html' title='Lessons From Home'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S3NNaJ877LI/AAAAAAAABUY/ymFDLyA11DI/s72-c/Jan10+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5113022082467285817</id><published>2010-01-28T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:02:49.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAJr0tKHI/AAAAAAAABUI/j6GqPmxwuO4/s1600-h/Jan10+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday we took the boys (Aiden, Logan and Gavin) to the circus.  It was a first for Gavin.  He was really needing a nap since the night before he and Nick were up most of the night due to a furnace issue.  Anyway, he did great other than asking over and over for them to turn the music off.  Nick and I couldn't blame him.  Oh, I should mention that the adults were my parents and my brother in law, Nick.  Marcus and my sis had to work.  The circus was pretty good, although we were worried when the second act was "Felicia and her house cats."  Yeah, big fail.  Here are some pics from our big outing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAIwxthSI/AAAAAAAABUA/MKNd6E4cmew/s1600-h/Jan10+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAIwxthSI/AAAAAAAABUA/MKNd6E4cmew/s400/Jan10+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431974619838776610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gavin loves his cousins.  He kept putting his arm around Aiden during the show.  So sweet.&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/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAJr0tKHI/AAAAAAAABUI/j6GqPmxwuO4/s1600-h/Jan10+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAJr0tKHI/AAAAAAAABUI/j6GqPmxwuO4/s400/Jan10+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431974635689027698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was actually after the show.  This is all of us packing into the Tahoe.  Looks like the clown car!&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/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAIQhPHYI/AAAAAAAABT4/khK5PLxF0kM/s1600-h/Jan10+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAIQhPHYI/AAAAAAAABT4/khK5PLxF0kM/s400/Jan10+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431974611179740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papaw JJ is a little proud of his grandsons.  Just a little ....&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/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAHpxGnvI/AAAAAAAABTw/kKOmTaLJalY/s1600-h/Jan10+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAHpxGnvI/AAAAAAAABTw/kKOmTaLJalY/s400/Jan10+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431974600777309938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and Aiden playing with the camera.  My face looks huge!&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/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAHKwi2UI/AAAAAAAABTo/uj8b1Goxa2g/s1600-h/Jan10+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAHKwi2UI/AAAAAAAABTo/uj8b1Goxa2g/s400/Jan10+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431974592453466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Colts fans! &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/4293306840218387922-5113022082467285817?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5113022082467285817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5113022082467285817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5113022082467285817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5113022082467285817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/lifes-circus.html' title='Life&apos;s a Circus'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S2JAIwxthSI/AAAAAAAABUA/MKNd6E4cmew/s72-c/Jan10+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1829614697734337589</id><published>2010-01-22T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:31:59.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitley, IN Lock-Up 2010: Carrie Hoffman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.joinmda.org/whitleycountyindianalockup2010/choffman"&gt;Whitley, IN Lock-Up 2010: Carrie Hoffman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1829614697734337589?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.joinmda.org/whitleycountyindianalockup2010/choffman' title='Whitley, IN Lock-Up 2010: Carrie Hoffman'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1829614697734337589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1829614697734337589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1829614697734337589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1829614697734337589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/whitley-in-lock-up-2010-carrie-hoffman.html' title='Whitley, IN Lock-Up 2010: Carrie Hoffman'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8597596210527594852</id><published>2010-01-10T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:48:22.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Scream You Scream We All Scream For Snow Cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQx5cbgBI/AAAAAAAABTA/ICmW8CN91aw/s1600-h/Jan10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167150540881938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQx5cbgBI/AAAAAAAABTA/ICmW8CN91aw/s400/Jan10+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPSBpIL4I/AAAAAAAABS4/T3ILkw4Unyo/s1600-h/Jan10+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165503474184066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPSBpIL4I/AAAAAAAABS4/T3ILkw4Unyo/s400/Jan10+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started snowing on Thursday morning. It snowed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPRczMDZI/AAAAAAAABSw/TwBWO2ZzvTs/s1600-h/Jan10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165493584268690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPRczMDZI/AAAAAAAABSw/TwBWO2ZzvTs/s400/Jan10+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And snowed ... and snowed some more!  I think when all was said and done, we received 5 inches of snow.  Not enough to cancel school, but an early dismissal and 2 hour delay made Aiden (and mommy) just as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167181590761586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQztHTEHI/AAAAAAAABTg/Qafj0grQ0ao/s400/Jan10+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys couldn't wait to go and play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167171371809570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQzHC6OyI/AAAAAAAABTY/iW7vLDHIYEU/s400/Jan10+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's fun until you get hit in the face with a snowball and Mommy makes you stand still for a picture.  Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167163128492690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQyoVjMpI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NAYHfvUSvz0/s400/Jan10+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425167160561756274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQyexl6HI/AAAAAAAABTI/jzf9MB4PqOI/s400/Jan10+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys think the grill looked a bit like a monster.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPP6xzbPI/AAAAAAAABSY/McB8SXUDAwE/s1600-h/Jan10+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165467271785714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPP6xzbPI/AAAAAAAABSY/McB8SXUDAwE/s400/Jan10+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part of the snow was when we made snow cream.  The boys thought the idea of it was so fun.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165473306332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPQRQjTwI/AAAAAAAABSg/SIO094fuEko/s400/Jan10+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What they didn't realize was that it's super sweet and you really can only eat one heaping spoonful.  Aw, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425165481878559426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oPQxMVGsI/AAAAAAAABSo/6jFSlJl0UJs/s400/Jan10+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8597596210527594852?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8597596210527594852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8597596210527594852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8597596210527594852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8597596210527594852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for.html' title='I Scream You Scream We All Scream For Snow Cream!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0oQx5cbgBI/AAAAAAAABTA/ICmW8CN91aw/s72-c/Jan10+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5313788745726199007</id><published>2010-01-03T12:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:56:27.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Christmas?</title><content type='html'>We waited all year for Christmas to arrive.  The house smells like Christmas, the house looks like Christmas, the kids are anxious about presents and not sure if they've been good enough all year to received that one particular gift.  Then, in a blink of an eye ... it's over.  Or that's how it normally goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Christmas seemed to last a really long time.  Our first Christmas Party was the Farmer Family Christmas (Marcus's mom's side of the fam) on Dec 5th!  That same night was his work Christmas party.  Then the next weekend I hosted a Christmas Candy Making Party.  The following weekend was the Hoffman family Christmas.  Of course Christmas day we had our little Christmas, followed on the 28th by the Erskine family Christmas and just last week on the 30th was the Davis Family Christmas out in Missouri.  WHOA ... AM I TIRED!  The boys had a great time and really scored in the toy department.  I think we own every game system known to man (ok, not really, but we now have a DS, Wii, GameBoy and a Leapster.  Who needs those old fashioned things called books anyway!?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've posted just a few (er, 10) of the photos taken from the festivities.  Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas/New Year's.  Tomorrow it's back to reality (insert groan here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmKwGhu8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/_H3krE4BdVQ/s1600-h/Nov+Dec+09+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422587023739435970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmKwGhu8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/_H3krE4BdVQ/s400/Nov+Dec+09+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmKTDbZuI/AAAAAAAABSI/qB3BMOHyxeo/s1600-h/Nov+Dec+09+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422587015941809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmKTDbZuI/AAAAAAAABSI/qB3BMOHyxeo/s400/Nov+Dec+09+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmJwCJxCI/AAAAAAAABSA/gLm4IBteSk0/s1600-h/Hoffman+Kids+Christmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422587006541218850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmJwCJxCI/AAAAAAAABSA/gLm4IBteSk0/s400/Hoffman+Kids+Christmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmJv5HSQI/AAAAAAAABR4/SHoJCiS0U0Y/s1600-h/Hoffman+Kids+Christmas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422587006503307522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmJv5HSQI/AAAAAAAABR4/SHoJCiS0U0Y/s400/Hoffman+Kids+Christmas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmJC74FiI/AAAAAAAABRw/myODH0wjJCM/s1600-h/Erskine+Christmas+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422586994435298850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmJC74FiI/AAAAAAAABRw/myODH0wjJCM/s400/Erskine+Christmas+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DklS4nKiI/AAAAAAAABRo/Z1A4xKBOQP4/s1600-h/Erskine+Christmas+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585280729655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DklS4nKiI/AAAAAAAABRo/Z1A4xKBOQP4/s400/Erskine+Christmas+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0Dkky3ZfOI/AAAAAAAABRg/npJa_tFD1Xg/s1600-h/Erskine+Christmas+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585272134630626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0Dkky3ZfOI/AAAAAAAABRg/npJa_tFD1Xg/s400/Erskine+Christmas+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DkkY9GPSI/AAAAAAAABRY/Tkj-dhqKJvA/s1600-h/Davis+Christmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585265179213090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DkkY9GPSI/AAAAAAAABRY/Tkj-dhqKJvA/s400/Davis+Christmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DkjwxKx2I/AAAAAAAABRQ/mT9UtDkLbCo/s1600-h/Davis+Christmas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585254391760738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DkjwxKx2I/AAAAAAAABRQ/mT9UtDkLbCo/s400/Davis+Christmas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DkjQy4xbI/AAAAAAAABRI/flYnsjR5Rf4/s1600-h/Erskine+Christmas+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585245809034674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DkjQy4xbI/AAAAAAAABRI/flYnsjR5Rf4/s400/Erskine+Christmas+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5313788745726199007?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5313788745726199007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5313788745726199007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5313788745726199007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5313788745726199007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-much-christmas.html' title='Too Much Christmas?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/S0DmKwGhu8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/_H3krE4BdVQ/s72-c/Nov+Dec+09+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8678433461099658641</id><published>2009-12-18T13:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:13:34.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Go Out With!?!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately when we get home from work and school I've been making an effort to leave the TV off, leave the cell phone (and facebook) alone and focus on asking the boys some one-on-one specific questions about their day. I've really been enjoying this until yesterday. I've known for a few months that certain girls in Aiden's class like him. I even heard him use the word "girlfriend" once or twice. I asked him what "girlfriend" meant to a first grader. He said that just meant they play more together and smile a lot. Ok, I can live with that. However, yesterday when I specifically asked him about this girl he says, "Well Mom. Mason told Ali that I wanted 'to go out with' her when I really told Bryce ..." I have no clue what he said after that. He lost me at "to go out with." Lost me to the point that I didn't know if I should cry or puke. I held back the tears until he was done with the story, but quickly got up from the couch to gain my composure. I'm still trying to gain it. When did first graders start talking about going out withe someone? And where would they go!?! Ugh. I'm not ready for this.  And with his handsome looks, it's going to get worse, I know.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416656088652032690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SyvUA5KPqrI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Z8wYdvttWlY/s320/BG13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8678433461099658641?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8678433461099658641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8678433461099658641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8678433461099658641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8678433461099658641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-go-out-with.html' title='&quot;To Go Out With!?!&quot;'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SyvUA5KPqrI/AAAAAAAABQ4/Z8wYdvttWlY/s72-c/BG13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2957388755735752278</id><published>2009-12-17T15:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:34:20.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the season for Christmas parties. I'm a member of our local Rotary Club and have enjoyed our Christmas party for the last two years. They do a great job of gearing it towards the kids. For instance, the meal is chicken nuggets, corn, mac and cheese and cookies. Perfect for all kiddos. Santa makes a visit also. My boys were so excited to see him. When Santa made his big entrance, he stopped at each table for a personal visit. When he got to our table he stopped behind Logan and asked, "Have you been a good boy or have you been fighting with your brother?" Logan quickly replied, "My been a good boy. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brudder&lt;/span&gt; should be on the naughty list!" (Obviously I was trying to type like Logan spoke ... did you pick up on that?) Isn't that funny? I guess that's what brothers are for: throwing one another under the bus. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416321422037235858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Syqjou3eOJI/AAAAAAAABQo/zYP77TWGMj4/s400/Logan+Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416321319671385778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SyqjixhjTrI/AAAAAAAABQg/p4w8mhTFExg/s400/Aiden+Santa.JPG" border="0" /&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/4293306840218387922-2957388755735752278?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2957388755735752278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2957388755735752278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2957388755735752278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2957388755735752278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-brother.html' title='Oh Brother'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Syqjou3eOJI/AAAAAAAABQo/zYP77TWGMj4/s72-c/Logan+Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8414667114607372312</id><published>2009-12-08T13:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:35:26.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be?</title><content type='html'>Can it be that I am actually posting twice in less than a month!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more to write about today, but things are just as crazy as ever.  Both boys stayed home from school/daycare/preschool due to fevers, runny/stuffy noses and coughs.  They seem much better today, however they decided to share this with Mommy.  I don't have the fever, but I feel like someone is sitting on my chest!  I've been drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DayQuil&lt;/span&gt; today like I normally drink sweet tea!  Funny and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus and I haven't started Christmas shopping yet this year.  Looks like maybe we'll go this weekend.  To be honest, I'm just not in the mood.  Things are tight ... very tight and I just feel like some of this hustle and bustle just isn't worth it.  We have really been enjoying spending time with family and friends and I'd be perfectly happy just doing that the entire season.  However I have two little boys that would not be thrilled about that.  Good thing is that we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; in talking about what the real reason for the season is.  They both seem to grasp that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jesus's&lt;/span&gt; birthday and that is why we are celebrating.  I am not against them believing in Santa, but Santa never brings them the biggest gift.  And they do not seem to care too much about it.  They love leaving out the cookies and carrots (so does Daddy), and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go around our little city the other night looking at Christmas lights.  There was one neighborhood that I am 99% sure they have a contest with one another!  It was a total different world!  There were Santa's on the roof, elves galore, dancing candy canes, lights set to music ... it was awesome!  I think we were having as much fun as the boys were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a second to check out the photos on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://babygracephotography.com/wordpress/?p=199"&gt;Baby Grace &lt;/a&gt;Photography did these for us in October.  They have a magic camera ... I'm telling you!  I just love all of the pics - even the ones of Gavin crying!  Isn't that awful?&lt;br /&gt; ~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8414667114607372312?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8414667114607372312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8414667114607372312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8414667114607372312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8414667114607372312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-it-be.html' title='Can it be?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8011746296906228455</id><published>2009-12-02T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:30:54.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, if the blogging world gave grades for blogging, I'd have an F at this point.  I wish I could say it would be the first F I'd ever receive, but that's so not true.  Anyway, things have been busy but I guess that's not a great excuse.  I mean, everyone's busy these days, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well for us.  We had a great Thanksgiving out in Missouri.  It was one of the smaller get togethers we've had out there, but it was a welcomed change.  We were able to visit on a more one on one level.  The boys love it out there and Grandma and Grandpa were doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Marcus and I are still working, which in these tough times is a true blessing.  We're hoping the steel biz picks up a little in the next few months and the education field is doing steady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:  Christmas.  Oh man.  Marcus and I had to literally get out our calendars in order to plan a date to go shopping for gifts.  Is that sad?  With his odd schedule and me working a few nights a month, we're lucky to see each other every day!  Anyway, for Christmas Aiden is asking for a Nintendo DS and Logan ... he just wants trucks.  Those two crack me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to make an effort to update this blog at least twice a week.  I may have to scramble for things to talk about, so stick with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon ... I hope!&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8011746296906228455?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8011746296906228455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8011746296906228455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8011746296906228455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8011746296906228455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-if-blogging-world-gave-grades-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1230957717810134612</id><published>2009-09-21T09:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:57:28.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreTRJ-wxxI/AAAAAAAABPg/nGuEsShHtqM/s1600-h/BoysandPapaw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383933802490939154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreTRJ-wxxI/AAAAAAAABPg/nGuEsShHtqM/s400/BoysandPapaw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! Sorry I haven't been keeping this updated very well. Things are busier than ever with work and the boys in school. Sometimes I just want to hide in a hole for some rest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was very eventful. Dad's birthday was Saturday and we weren't sure we were going to get to see him. So ... I did a little planning. Jamie's family, Sandy and I were all able to get our schedules in sync to surprise Dad for dinner on Friday night when he got off from work. He and Mom go to Olive Garden a lot, so that's where we were waiting for him. He was clueless and he was thrilled to see all three of his daughter's and grandsons. We had a nice dinner and then me and the boys went back to their house for the night. On Saturday, we headed home and Dad came too. South Whitley had their Fall Festival so we took the boys to ride some rides that evening. Logan's favorite was the ferris wheel and Aiden's was the fun house. Sunday morning Aiden did the 1 mile fun run again this year. He did great! He finished in 8 minutes, 51 seconds (unofficially at this point). That's 23 seconds better than last year! He was very proud of himself too. Enjoy the pics! (please note Logan's enthusiasm in watching the race).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383933797751612946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreTQ4U0ZhI/AAAAAAAABPY/tlMgjI2Zo6M/s400/BoysandPapaw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934536160649202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreT73HQH_I/AAAAAAAABQA/RvEVMLTaM6w/s400/Boysstartrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383933812348768450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreTRutDUMI/AAAAAAAABPo/Tvgfr9_q4Wg/s400/Boysfinishline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383933825058979426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreTSeDZvmI/AAAAAAAABP4/Kxh2d6S8UvY/s400/BoysLogan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383934539325863842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreT8C55d6I/AAAAAAAABQI/jXA6DQf9Egk/s400/Boysmedal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1230957717810134612?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1230957717810134612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1230957717810134612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1230957717810134612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1230957717810134612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SreTRJ-wxxI/AAAAAAAABPg/nGuEsShHtqM/s72-c/BoysandPapaw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2986694624969505301</id><published>2009-09-08T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:17:31.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the time go???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakpbGz3UI/AAAAAAAABPI/DXekYhJJfTs/s1600-h/Loganporch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379167836498550082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakpbGz3UI/AAAAAAAABPI/DXekYhJJfTs/s400/Loganporch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn't until our drive home last night that it hit me ... my baby starts preschool tomorrow.  GULP.  How can this be?  Shouldn't I still be teaching him how to feed himself (although if you know Logan - he does still need some more work in that area).  I seriously don't know where the time went.  With Aiden, the first day of preschool brought up a few emotions, but no tears.  With Logan, I cry just thinking about it.  I guess because I wasn't fully prepared for this day to come so quickly and because he very well could be the last child I take to preschool for the very first time.  Ugh.  I am really trying to put my happy face on for him though.  He was so excited this afternoon when I went home to see him before taking him.  He walked right in and seemed to own the place.  I just spoke with him on the phone and he said they ran in circles, sang songs, his face got sweaty and they played.  Sounds like a full 2 1/2 hours to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379167823312984242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sqakop_IGLI/AAAAAAAABO4/I9HqNohp6Zc/s400/Loganmodel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakpEMXDgI/AAAAAAAABPA/Iz9F_aqNN84/s1600-h/Loganpackback.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379167830347812354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakpEMXDgI/AAAAAAAABPA/Iz9F_aqNN84/s400/Loganpackback.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakoQGkMsI/AAAAAAAABOw/GhoVtA1V7Tw/s1600-h/Loganline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379167816364864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakoQGkMsI/AAAAAAAABOw/GhoVtA1V7Tw/s400/Loganline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2986694624969505301?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2986694624969505301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2986694624969505301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2986694624969505301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2986694624969505301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go???'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SqakpbGz3UI/AAAAAAAABPI/DXekYhJJfTs/s72-c/Loganporch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2980609525842221175</id><published>2009-08-24T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:33:49.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week is a week I'd rather forget quite honestly. Let's start off with Friday, August 14th. This is the morning that I received a call that a friend had passed away after a 3 year battle with stomach cancer. I'd met Becca when I was in 7th grade. She my camp counselor at Yellow Creek Lake Camp. I then was reconnected with her when she began attending my church when she came to AU for college. She helped out with the youth group and she and I grew very close. That remained for a few years until she graduated and moved away. Fast forward to 2 years ago when I realized that my good friend Steph and Becca were running partners. Steph invited me to go visit Becca and we had a nice time. Then a year ago Marcus and I moved into Becca's hometown! Small world, right? I did not spend as much time with her as I would have liked. We saw each other at Carol's Corner or at ballgames or community functions. We always shared a hug and a laugh. A few weeks ago, Steph and I went over to Becca's for another visit. We ended up staying nearly 3 hours but we just didn't want it to end. We shared funny stories from our past, stories about how we met our mates, stories about the kids, she shared family photos that she had organized for her kids so they would know their heritage. It was the most perfect visit. We did head back over the night before she passed, but Jade, her husband stopped us and let us know the situation. That was very hard for me.  That night I couldn't hug my boys without thinking how short life is.  She has two young children also and I can't imagine not seeing them grow up.  It all hit home for me that evening.  The next morning we received the call. Monday was her viewing and hundreds if not a thousand showed up to pay their respects. Tuesday was her funeral. Of course there was crying, but there was also some laughter. It was almost as if Becca was there conducting it for all of us.  One of the neatest tributes to her was when my friend, Steph and the other 5 or 6 ladies that would run with Becca did somewhat of a tribute run for her.  They all took a flower from the gravesite and headed for a run down one of Becca's favorite roads to run.  I know they had a wonderful time remembering and honoring her.  I think that was the coolest idea and so fitting.  She truly left her mark her on earth not only through her children and husband, but her good works. I encourage you to check out her &lt;a href="http://beccascancer.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;where you can get a snapshot of the wonderful Godly woman she was. May she rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add to all of the feelings of losing a friend, I found out on Monday that two fellow employees have resigned. One will be done at the beginning of September and the other towards the end. That leaves me as the only recruiter. Ugh. Talk about stress. I've been trying to go with the flow, but it just makes me a bit nervous. Hopefully we'll get someone hired soon and we can get them trained and move on. i will miss Debbie and Susan though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - this weekend I just needed to veg. We had two picnics to attend. We had a great time. Marcus also went to a local tattoo parlor and got some new ink. He designed it himself (the tattoo guy perfected it though) and he is very proud of it. As he should be. It looks HUGE in these pics, but it's still small enough that when he has a short sleeved shirt on it is not visible. He wanted this tattoo to represent his faith and our boys. I think it looks great and does just that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373599023798302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SpLb13LiOII/AAAAAAAABOQ/hvg5Vupxonw/s400/Tat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373599028329418322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SpLb2ID1jlI/AAAAAAAABOY/rsof79gKaxI/s400/tat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373599036462322178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SpLb2mW30gI/AAAAAAAABOg/HCnvNDgVi4o/s400/tat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last thing.  Aiden is still really enjoying the 1st grade.  We hear a rumor that he has a little girlfriend ... but he's not quite ready to admit that.  He does tell us that they play on the monkey bars together though.  Cute.  We also had a meeting for Logan's preschool.  UGH.  So weird!  Where has the time gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2980609525842221175?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2980609525842221175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2980609525842221175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2980609525842221175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2980609525842221175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/tributes.html' title='Tributes'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SpLb13LiOII/AAAAAAAABOQ/hvg5Vupxonw/s72-c/Tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6564776841208670360</id><published>2009-08-12T13:32:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:28:02.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore! Vacation and 1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOjKu76GI/AAAAAAAABOI/Jy4cJ5erNmg/s1600-h/KYtubestand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369151178095192162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOjKu76GI/AAAAAAAABOI/Jy4cJ5erNmg/s400/KYtubestand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where have you guys been?  Wait, what?  It's ME that's been missing?  It's ME that has neglected this blog?  No way!  Well ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe you're right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy enjoying the last few weeks of summer.  We had a great time on Lake Cumberland in KY the last week of July.  Lots of pics attached to show just a snapshot of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOitAQR6I/AAAAAAAABOA/JhwmUvGPnPw/s1600-h/KYtubeboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369151170114766754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOitAQR6I/AAAAAAAABOA/JhwmUvGPnPw/s400/KYtubeboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOXAvBysI/AAAAAAAABN0/F9WOgD3Tf8Y/s1600-h/KYSunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150969252793026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOXAvBysI/AAAAAAAABN0/F9WOgD3Tf8Y/s400/KYSunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOWZ6jfJI/AAAAAAAABNo/1POLwfJYRnE/s1600-h/KYsmores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150958832155794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOWZ6jfJI/AAAAAAAABNo/1POLwfJYRnE/s400/KYsmores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOV6ZD3uI/AAAAAAAABNc/k1KTjv1LKrM/s1600-h/KYpirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150950370172642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOV6ZD3uI/AAAAAAAABNc/k1KTjv1LKrM/s400/KYpirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOVAty7II/AAAAAAAABNQ/Fus1QxGUflI/s1600-h/KYnap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150934887885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOVAty7II/AAAAAAAABNQ/Fus1QxGUflI/s400/KYnap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOU4cekHI/AAAAAAAABNI/6yZLcv6JiDg/s1600-h/KYcannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150932667764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOU4cekHI/AAAAAAAABNI/6yZLcv6JiDg/s400/KYcannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMM3299qdI/AAAAAAAABNA/_nVV_-0-eho/s1600-h/Waterfall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149334543509970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMM3299qdI/AAAAAAAABNA/_nVV_-0-eho/s400/Waterfall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMM3Rzc_YI/AAAAAAAABM4/7TIpSXoutcA/s1600-h/GreenTongues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149324567313794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMM3Rzc_YI/AAAAAAAABM4/7TIpSXoutcA/s400/GreenTongues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMnSTCf0I/AAAAAAAABMw/_o_Kr4Kmme0/s1600-h/Loganvaca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149049821888322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMnSTCf0I/AAAAAAAABMw/_o_Kr4Kmme0/s400/Loganvaca1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMm_ujBiI/AAAAAAAABMo/xYJiEP1Xqe8/s1600-h/The+Plunge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149044836992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMm_ujBiI/AAAAAAAABMo/xYJiEP1Xqe8/s400/The+Plunge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMms_1ouI/AAAAAAAABMg/RqsT9BnW960/s1600-h/Myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149039809241826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMms_1ouI/AAAAAAAABMg/RqsT9BnW960/s400/Myboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMmA1XTqI/AAAAAAAABMY/WTMi5jGfiio/s1600-h/BrodyLogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149027954151074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMmA1XTqI/AAAAAAAABMY/WTMi5jGfiio/s400/BrodyLogan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMlTFBzaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/T1apMRbitpk/s1600-h/BrodyLogan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149015671819682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMMlTFBzaI/AAAAAAAABMQ/T1apMRbitpk/s400/BrodyLogan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden's&lt;/span&gt; first day of first grade!!! Can you believe it? I am so not old enough to have a 1st grader ... right? Ugh. He was a bit nervous about the homework load, but I told him that we can do it together and it will be fun (I hope).  I just spoke to him and he said his favorite thing they did today was read!!!  Great answer!! Anyway ... you KNOW I took lots of pics, so here are some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148150748954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMLy8_WQOI/AAAAAAAABMI/wf9f2lMA0vc/s400/Aidenwalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148124065548322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMLxZlhyCI/AAAAAAAABLw/0Uj8nflqN4Q/s400/Aiden1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148140397052050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMLyWbQwJI/AAAAAAAABMA/WJgIN8J0Fkw/s400/AidenLogan+cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369148132524934386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMLx5GZxPI/AAAAAAAABL4/VGd5ErBdRIM/s400/Aidenbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6564776841208670360?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6564776841208670360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6564776841208670360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6564776841208670360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6564776841208670360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-galore-vacation-and-1st-day-of.html' title='Pictures Galore! Vacation and 1st Day of School'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SoMOjKu76GI/AAAAAAAABOI/Jy4cJ5erNmg/s72-c/KYtubestand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6738383736698229802</id><published>2009-07-23T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:59:17.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Quick Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I thought that last weekend was going to be a quiet, relaxing weekend (other than working the 4H booth).  Boy was I wrong!  Friday night my Granny (my great grandma) was air lifted from one hospital to another due to what they originally thought to be heart issues.  My parents were already out in MO so they were with her.  All reports were grim.  When my dad was in ICU with her, her blood pressure was very low ... like in the 30's low.  Mom told me on Saturday that if my schedule allowed we should probably head that way.  So, me, Marcus, Jamie and Gavin headed out on Sunday after Jamie got off from working her shift at the ER.  I got to sit in the back with Gavin for 400 plus miles.  He was sooooo happy this entire trip!  It's odd to say we had fun when we were afraid we were going out to tell our Granny good-bye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Granny did move from the ICU to a regular room on Sunday so that allowed us to spend more time with her on Monday.  We were there for several hours and I think all of us felt at peace with what may happen.  Her heart and kidneys are only functioning at about 20% at this point.  She'll be 89 in October and is no longer a candidate for any other heart procedures.  We have yet to hear if she'll start dialysis.  Either way, it would be awesome to see her again (probably Thanksgiving will be our next trip) but I know that she has lived and served a great life and seems ready.  Of course she is scared, but she wants to go home.  She told me that she knows she'll die at home and that's how she wants it.  She was released on Tuesday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We headed home on Tuesday and had an equally great time for another 400 plus miles.  Our round trip from Sunday to Tuesday was 1262 miles ... but who's counting???!!! It was really memorable on so many levels and I am grateful that we were able to do it.  I've attached some fun pics from the trip.  There's even one from Gavin's first bite of Maid Rite!  It truly is a right of passage in this family.  Oh, and we did not take the boys.  It was such a quick trip and they couldn't go back to see her anyway, that we decided against it.  I am glad we did.  It allowed us to have one on one with Granny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SmiiOTO4w4I/AAAAAAAABLo/1AC9hDCASAY/s1600-h/MO+StLouis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713722949157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SmiiOTO4w4I/AAAAAAAABLo/1AC9hDCASAY/s400/MO+StLouis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night view of St. Louis.  It truly was the prettiest I have ever seen it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih8TrA3eI/AAAAAAAABLg/6D9A4CkFlFU/s1600-h/MO+Gavin+tired.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713413829484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih8TrA3eI/AAAAAAAABLg/6D9A4CkFlFU/s400/MO+Gavin+tired.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gavin is getting weary on the way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih8TWs3gI/AAAAAAAABLY/HxuxTe5uXTY/s1600-h/MO+Gavin+Toes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713413744287234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih8TWs3gI/AAAAAAAABLY/HxuxTe5uXTY/s400/MO+Gavin+Toes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh ... Gavin loooooooved sucking his toes!  I think he knew this grossed out Aunt Carrie so he did it even more!  Little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih8OKk10I/AAAAAAAABLQ/RnzvVn7HArc/s1600-h/MO+Gavin+Maid+Rite+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713412351252290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih8OKk10I/AAAAAAAABLQ/RnzvVn7HArc/s400/MO+Gavin+Maid+Rite+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin's first Maid Rite.  Mmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih7yG4kJI/AAAAAAAABLI/-uAD5e4Qjg0/s1600-h/MO+Gavin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713404819574930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih7yG4kJI/AAAAAAAABLI/-uAD5e4Qjg0/s400/MO+Gavin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look at that face.  There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih7tHPklI/AAAAAAAABLA/PEnq_MT54go/s1600-h/MO+Gavin+Carrie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713403478905426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Smih7tHPklI/AAAAAAAABLA/PEnq_MT54go/s400/MO+Gavin+Carrie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to have some Aunt Carrie/Gavin time.  I love that kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6738383736698229802?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6738383736698229802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6738383736698229802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6738383736698229802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6738383736698229802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-quick-trip.html' title='What a Quick Trip!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SmiiOTO4w4I/AAAAAAAABLo/1AC9hDCASAY/s72-c/MO+StLouis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7652476567519599179</id><published>2009-07-14T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:09:45.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marcus!!</title><content type='html'>Today my wonderful husband turns 31!!! (I love mentioning how old he is because for a month there we are the same age. He is now older. WHEW!) Keeping up with my tradition (ok, I've only done it once) here is a list of 31 things I love about you, Marcus. (in no particular order).&lt;br /&gt;**WARNING*** MAY CONTAIN SOME MUSHY-NESS!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The way you love our boys.&lt;br /&gt;*How dorky you can be (I know ... some of you are surprised).&lt;br /&gt;*Your honesty.&lt;br /&gt;*Your integrity.&lt;br /&gt;*You pay the bills every month. I never have to worry or balance the checkbook, which is a great thing for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;*Your cooking.&lt;br /&gt;*Your cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;*Your Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (although not truly diagnosed, You have it).&lt;br /&gt;*The fact that you quit smoking 2 1/2 years ago cold turkey and haven't turned back.&lt;br /&gt;*How much you appreciate it when I make you coffee.&lt;br /&gt;*Your work ethic. If people had half of what you do they'd be in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;*Your patience (yes, I know how lucky I am. Most would not put up with me).&lt;br /&gt;*You love every member of your family ... and it's a HUGE family.&lt;br /&gt;*How supportive your are of me. Most would run the other way.&lt;br /&gt;*Your smirk.&lt;br /&gt;*You're quiet, but always aware.&lt;br /&gt;*How when I thought I was dating a "bad boy" that I ended up with the sweetest guy ever.&lt;br /&gt;*How proud you are of me and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;*You listen.&lt;br /&gt;*Your positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;*Your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;*You're very organized (see OCD)&lt;br /&gt;*You're a fun person to be around.&lt;br /&gt;*You are level-headed (I need this).&lt;br /&gt;*You never let me know if you are worried. You just take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;*You make sure the boys and I always feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;*You works hard to provide for us.&lt;br /&gt;*You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;*Your pride.&lt;br /&gt;*Practically everything about YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*And lastly ... that I feel he was created just for me. He's exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyiXF7WQh-g"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; a few years ago and this is exactly how I feel about you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s always been a mystery to me How two hearts can come together And love can last forever But now that I have found you, I believe That a miracle has come When God sends the perfect one Now gone are all my questions about why And I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life Chorus: I wonder what God was thinking When He created you I wonder if He knew everything I would need Because He made all my dreams come true When God made you He must have been thinking about me I promise that wherever you may go Wherever life may lead you With all my heart I’ll be there too From this moment on I want you to know I’ll let nothing come between us And I will love the ones you love Now gone are all my questions about why And I have never been so sure of anything in my life Chorus: I wonder what God was thinking When He created you I wonder if He knew everything I would need Because He made all my dreams come true When God made you He must have been thinking about me Bridge: He made the sun He made the moon To harmonize in perfect tune One can’t move without the other They just have to be together And that is why I know it’s true You’re for me and I’m for you Cause my world just can’t be right Without you in my life Chorus: I wonder what God was thinking When He created you I wonder if He knew everything I would need Because He made all my dreams come true Tag chorus: He must have heard every prayer I’ve been praying Yes He knew everything I would need When God made you When dreams come true When God made you He must have been thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;Song is by the Christian contemporary group Newsong. You can find a CD at Amazon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7652476567519599179?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7652476567519599179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7652476567519599179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7652476567519599179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7652476567519599179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-marcus.html' title='Happy Birthday Marcus!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7461639850660015111</id><published>2009-07-07T20:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:06:39.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hoffman Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-bXhdrkI/AAAAAAAABKo/__zinLtteKU/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904127997947458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-bXhdrkI/AAAAAAAABKo/__zinLtteKU/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am sorry I am such a blog slacker these days. We have just been enjoying the sun like never before. Any of you that know me know that I would much rather be inside in the air conditioning rather than out in the heat. I mean ... if not, aren't we just wasting $? Well, this year I've been truly enjoying the time outside. I love that the tv is never on before 9 pm since the sun is out that late. I love watching the boys ride (and crash) their bikes. I love my porch swing. I love watching the birds in our backyard. I love NOT doing my hair (wait ... did I just write that?!?!) I love camping. I love hanging out at the lake. I love not caring about the clock. I love my boys running around without their shirts on (and yes, slathered in sunscreen). I love that I have a flip-flop tan for the first time in years! I love NOT wearing make-up (I know ... another shocker!) I love eating dinner with the family outdoors. Man ... I could go on and on. Instead, I'll just share more pictures from our Summer Hoffman Style. I hope you all are enjoying yourselves at least half as much as we are! If not ... come join us! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355902416194349826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP83ujrqwI/AAAAAAAABJw/HT96I67CoE8/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355902423759084146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP84KvQWnI/AAAAAAAABJ4/PJrQn40N0YQ/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355902439147822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP85EEN3BI/AAAAAAAABKQ/loJNqJEuji0/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355902429014550706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP84eUQaLI/AAAAAAAABKA/DEMLrouFAn8/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904118290927250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-azXITpI/AAAAAAAABKg/mffTVsLEqtM/s400/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904136553699682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-b3ZUGWI/AAAAAAAABKw/NXHDyEpsG0c/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904145744294434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-cZohciI/AAAAAAAABK4/-C4rGFbuU9A/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904106833710210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-aIrhDII/AAAAAAAABKY/FRmv20RChW0/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355902431974723954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP84pWBEXI/AAAAAAAABKI/TN_k0dGrfK4/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh... and I forgot to let you all know that Aiden's ankle is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;much better and he was allowed to stop wearing the boot on Monday! FREEDOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7461639850660015111?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7461639850660015111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7461639850660015111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7461639850660015111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7461639850660015111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-hoffman-style.html' title='Summer Hoffman Style'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SlP-bXhdrkI/AAAAAAAABKo/__zinLtteKU/s72-c/IMG_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2102970112467370914</id><published>2009-06-24T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:40:32.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went camping last weekend and had a BLAST!  So much fun that we are returning this weekend!  Below are some great photos from the weekend.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKrBOgH-ZI/AAAAAAAABJo/Z-sEuAMDP60/s1600-h/Mom+Steph+tubing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027344830626194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKrBOgH-ZI/AAAAAAAABJo/Z-sEuAMDP60/s400/Mom+Steph+tubing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKrAyOIisI/AAAAAAAABJg/qujOfqhiYtE/s1600-h/Sandy+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027337238973122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKrAyOIisI/AAAAAAAABJg/qujOfqhiYtE/s400/Sandy+toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq4NBaVXI/AAAAAAAABJY/grZ3JwwgtkI/s1600-h/messyicecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027189814547826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq4NBaVXI/AAAAAAAABJY/grZ3JwwgtkI/s400/messyicecream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq38-NXII/AAAAAAAABJQ/e0df0pfioMA/s1600-h/Loganwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027185506147458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq38-NXII/AAAAAAAABJQ/e0df0pfioMA/s400/Loganwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq3mpoChI/AAAAAAAABJI/B-cNpLlmq7k/s1600-h/Logan+tubing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027179514235410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq3mpoChI/AAAAAAAABJI/B-cNpLlmq7k/s400/Logan+tubing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq3nPWtcI/AAAAAAAABJA/XkEjiLgnPAc/s1600-h/Campsite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027179672483266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq3nPWtcI/AAAAAAAABJA/XkEjiLgnPAc/s400/Campsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq3YWufbI/AAAAAAAABI4/bJCQGc6A8d8/s1600-h/Logan+buried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351027175676870066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKq3YWufbI/AAAAAAAABI4/bJCQGc6A8d8/s400/Logan+buried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqje-VjwI/AAAAAAAABIw/9DwwQ9kcOyY/s1600-h/Boyswater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351026833856237314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqje-VjwI/AAAAAAAABIw/9DwwQ9kcOyY/s400/Boyswater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqjTmlpuI/AAAAAAAABIo/KOAw9uPJKHQ/s1600-h/Aidenswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351026830803838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqjTmlpuI/AAAAAAAABIo/KOAw9uPJKHQ/s400/Aidenswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqjLEh-bI/AAAAAAAABIg/sEO0pdlnwrE/s1600-h/Aiden+tubing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351026828513507762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqjLEh-bI/AAAAAAAABIg/sEO0pdlnwrE/s400/Aiden+tubing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqiwSJEAI/AAAAAAAABIY/f6rQatBFm3U/s1600-h/Aiden+buried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351026821322838018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqiwSJEAI/AAAAAAAABIY/f6rQatBFm3U/s400/Aiden+buried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqioN0aWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kuIJZGh7vUc/s1600-h/Aiden+natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351026819157223778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKqioN0aWI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kuIJZGh7vUc/s400/Aiden+natural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2102970112467370914?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2102970112467370914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2102970112467370914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2102970112467370914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2102970112467370914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-went-camping-last-weekend-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SkKrBOgH-ZI/AAAAAAAABJo/Z-sEuAMDP60/s72-c/Mom+Steph+tubing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5458182159504378269</id><published>2009-06-10T09:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:29:15.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eventful 30th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Ok, I can finally sit down and tell this story. Everyone that needed to know (parents, boss) now know ... I didn't want them finding out via my blog. Respectful, I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes. I turned 30 on Monday, June 1. It was harder than I had expected. I cried ... a lot. It wasn't that I just sat down and cried about it, but lots of things made me cry that day and it was only because I was on the edge. Marcus and I had planned a night out together while my mother-in-law kept the boys overnight. The next day we planned to head to Shipshewana to the flea market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for about a month or so now I've talked about getting my nose pierced. I've thought that they (little studs) are so cute and that I wanted one. So, Marcus told me that he would take me for my birthday. YIPPEEEEEE! We drop the boys off at Carolyn's and head to the tattoo shop called, "House of Pain." Yes, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have been a red flag, I know. We walk in and I cheerfully say, "Hi. I am here to get my nose pierced!" The tattoo guy looks up and says, "REALLY?" Yep, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have been another red flag. So, off we go into the room. Now, I was feeling pretty pumped at this point. I sat down in the chair (it was an old fashioned shoe polisher chair ... odd I thought). Marcus was there with me and I assume he was going to watch - however the guy is terrified of needles, go figure! So, Mike (tattoo guy) and I are just talking and BAM! He does it. He sticks about a 4 inch need through my nose. YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH! Now, I've given birth to two children WITHOUT drugs ... that's nothin'! Holy cow that hurt! He stops for a sec to make sure all is ok and then I hear, "Um, man, she's getting a little white." Sure enough ... I was passing out. Marcus has been with me long enough to know how to bring me back after passing out (yep, it's kind of a habit for me). The next thing I really remember is the smell of that ever too familiar smelling salts. The first thing I asked for was drink of water. The other tattoo guy came back with a cup of water and I took a sip. It must have escaped my mind that I still had a needle through my nose, because when I took a sip of the water, I hit the needle and that sent me back into a bit of a panic. I went to take another drink and I just poured it all down the front of me! So now, I am in pain, I have a needle in my nose, a soaked shirt and three men hoovering over me. And we haven't completed the task at hand. ARG!  Oh, and I forgot to mention that SOMEWHERE in all of this the tattoo guy says to Marcus, "Um, maybe this wasn't her brightest idea!!!"  Yeah, red flad #3!  So, on we go. The first stud I had picked out didn't fit me ... I guess my cartilage is too think. Huh, who'd have thought. So, they get what was called a nose bone. Yep, this sounded pleasant ... NOT! He got the nose bone in and then had to use needle-nosed (appropriately named) pliers to pinch the nose bone shut. UGH! That was equally as painful as the needle itself. Ok, nose bone is in, all looks well, but I am still a bit white. Here's the pic of me just finished. Still white and if you look closely at the right side of my shirt (my right) you can see where it's wet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702814371066818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Si_AYw1ks8I/AAAAAAAABII/LkXGqdKF1wQ/s400/passingout.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So, we just sit there and talk with the guys for about 10 minutes before getting up to pay and heading out for an enjoyable dinner. Ohhhhh if the story could end right there. We head to one of my favorite restaurants in Warsaw. I sit down and order one of the most expensive items on the menu ... HEY ... is &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;MY birthday! By this time, my head was pounding so I popped 3 Tylenols. Our food came, I took 2 bites of my steak and 3 bites of fries. Then I started to shiver ... remember, my shirt is wet! I also start feeling weird so I tell Marcus to finish eating, but I must go outside. I found a bench and looked like a drunk sitting there. Several people stopped to make sure I was ok, all I could do was grumble and pray that they were also admiring my new bling that has caused all of this! Marcus finishes up, has my meal boxed up and we head home. The second I walk into the house I vomit what little food was actually in my stomach. I take an anti-nausea pill that I had left over from &lt;a href="http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and went to bed. I was in bed, alone, sick, with no kids at home at 8:30 on my 30th birthday night. Swell (oh, bad word choice!) Oh, and here's a pic of the nose. Cute, right? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702809971440482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Si_AYgcnu2I/AAAAAAAABIA/kkNgM4UuOy0/s400/nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I woke up feeling great ... even the nose! It hurt to yawn or open my mouth real wide, weird, right? But other than that I was great. We got up and went to breakfast, Shipshewana and dinner. We had a wonderful 15 hour date! Just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Saturday were normal days. I had noticed that the nose bone was even with my skin and the tattoo guy told me that was normal. WELL ... by Saturday night I realized that new skin had now grown OVER the nose bone. I am guessing that is not normal. It was about midnight when I noticed so I got a needle, removed that new skin and pulled out the nose bone a little ... a little too much. I couldn't push it back in. Marcus tried but I got all tingly and didn't want to pass out again, so we removed it. I was/am bummed. We could have returned to the tattoo shop, but at the time the thought of them threading that needle back through made me ill. Now I wish I had. Yep, you read that right. I really miss it! And I know my boss wasn't thrilled (nor were the parents) but I could have had a clear one during times with them and they'd never see it again! Humph. So, if y'all know someone that would numb it for me before hand, let me know. I know some will say if you can't take the pain then you can't get one ... but come on people! I went through it and then some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I've officially found something that hurts WAY more than turning 30 and a week and a half later, I am considering (ish) doing it again. Can anyone say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MID-LIFE CRISIS?????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5458182159504378269?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5458182159504378269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5458182159504378269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5458182159504378269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5458182159504378269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-eventful-30th-birthday.html' title='My Eventful 30th Birthday'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Si_AYw1ks8I/AAAAAAAABII/LkXGqdKF1wQ/s72-c/passingout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-280966854067642119</id><published>2009-06-04T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:23:30.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Reason Marcus Rocks</title><content type='html'>Here is our deck before Marcus ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539069871509266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SigQeQcczxI/AAAAAAAABGM/g9ZJtgua4ec/s400/Before2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539069195446050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SigQeN7Q5yI/AAAAAAAABGE/jh0YxlSvvVg/s400/Before.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here's our deck AFTER Marcus ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539076785459058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SigQeqM3T3I/AAAAAAAABGc/f7Xr90X7pwU/s400/After2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SigQepmJkMI/AAAAAAAABGU/JFJG-Tq4oug/s1600-h/After.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539076623077570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SigQepmJkMI/AAAAAAAABGU/JFJG-Tq4oug/s400/After.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See, he rocks.  My only hand in all of this was helping to pick out the flowers/trees/pavers.  Whew - it was rough.  Now to sit on the swing and enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-280966854067642119?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/280966854067642119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=280966854067642119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/280966854067642119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/280966854067642119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-reason-marcus-rocks.html' title='One Reason Marcus Rocks'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SigQeQcczxI/AAAAAAAABGM/g9ZJtgua4ec/s72-c/Before2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-850472706682805181</id><published>2009-06-04T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:37:49.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Look</title><content type='html'>Finally got the look I was going for!  Do you like???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'll fill you in on all the turning the big 3-0 details soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-850472706682805181?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/850472706682805181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=850472706682805181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/850472706682805181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/850472706682805181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog-look.html' title='New Blog Look'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1770993055116648746</id><published>2009-05-29T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:13:09.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know This Clashes!</title><content type='html'>I am in the middle of updating my blog.  I know that right now it clashes ... and it really bothers me!!!!!!  I promise it will all be worth it ... I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1770993055116648746?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1770993055116648746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1770993055116648746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1770993055116648746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1770993055116648746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-this-clashes.html' title='I Know This Clashes!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1144577584690355354</id><published>2009-05-27T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:00:29.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Loved</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys have a great long weekend? I certainly did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Let's start with Friday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HU&lt;/span&gt; is now on summer hours so we get off at 12:30 on Friday's. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was still in school, Logan was at daycare and daddy was sleeping from being on nights, I decided to head to Fort Wayne to spend some of the graduation money that was burning a hole in my pocket. I bought some great stuff! I had four hours of uninterrupted shopping, fun and only spent $59! I was in heaven. Friday night I finished packing for us to head to the lake on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;*Saturday I took the boys over to Carolyn's (mom-in-law) while Marcus got the camper ready and I headed out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shipshewana&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Missy. I was so excited about this trip. We headed into the little shops in town and had a great time. I bought a few items that were a little pricey for me, but I had my eyes on them for awhile. Now - you have to know that pricey for me is over $20!!! :) That evening we spent the night around a campfire with a lot of Marcus' family and headed to bed in the camper. Oh --- and the boys were so excited that they got to take a bath in the little tub that's in the camper. It's seriously the cutest tub ever.&lt;br /&gt;*Sunday - Missy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; had asked me awhile back if they could take me to brunch that day for my birthday and then head to Fort Wayne to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Archiver's&lt;/span&gt; (a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; store). How could I say no? So, we headed out around 11 and had some more great shopping and bonding time. We headed back to the lake around 3. Now, the weekend could have ended there and I would have thought it was perfect. But ... no. We pulled into Cathy's (where we stay at the lake). I saw everyone around the picnic table and didn't think anything of it. So then I see someone pop around from our camper ... it was my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Loranda&lt;/span&gt;. Again, didn't think too much of it because she's been there before. So, I just asked what she was doing there. Then Marcus and everyone started saying SURPRISE!!! What???? Huh???? What surprise? Yeah ... clueless me! THEN I see two more of my friends from Alexandria, Carrie and Jason. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, now it's starting to click. Marcus finally comes up to me and says that it's a party for my graduation and 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! HA! Everyone keeps asking me if I was surprised and all I can say is that surprised wasn't the word ... CLUELESS is more like it. I couldn't believe that Marcus pulled this off (no offense babe), but I had no idea he was so sneaky. I guess he's had it planned for months! So, there was cake, food, friends, family and a lot of laughing. I felt so loved.&lt;br /&gt;*So Monday was an R&amp;amp;R day. We got home from the lake around 1 pm and we all took naps (LOVE THAT). We had a nice meal together and some birthday cake then watched cartoons before heading to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;Yep -certainly was an action packed weekend. I'd love to tell you that I thought about taking pictures, but it never occurred to me! My friend Carrie took a few, so when I see those I will post them for you all to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next time I post I will be ... 30. I can hardly believe that on Monday I will no longer be in my 20's. I am not going to lie, I am having a hard time with it. GULP. Did 30 bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1144577584690355354?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1144577584690355354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1144577584690355354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1144577584690355354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1144577584690355354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-loved.html' title='I Am Loved'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2932929012795679373</id><published>2009-05-14T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:07:43.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funny Hoffman Happenings</title><content type='html'>Hello.  I just thought I would share a few stories that have happened over the last few days.  I can't make this stuff up nor could this stuff happen to anyone but us!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden came home the other day with a prize medal around his neck.  I asked him what he did to earn that and he said, "Well, I was in a race with my Amish classmate and I won!"  Huh - only in our region would you hear this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden came home and said, "Mom, adios means good bye in Amish!"  I promptly said, "I think you mean SPANISH."  And he said, "Yeah - whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was getting ready for my graduation on Saturday I stopped to put Logan's tie on him.  While doing so he stopped me and put his hands on my cheeks and said, "Mom - you look very pretty today."  I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday at the Mother's Day service at our old church, Logan was sitting on my lap holding my hand.  I whispered in his ear that someday his hand would be bigger than mine.  He looked up at me all surprised and said, "And my feet?"  I said "Yep, and your feet."  The he asked legs? and arms? and fingers ... yes yes and yes I said.  Then he points back and forth to my chest area and says, "And those things????"  Um, no honey.  Not those things.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - now a funny that happened to me on Tuesday.  I had to make two trips into my office, so I left the driver's side door open to the Tahoe while I made my first trip.  No big deal, right?  Well ... when I returned to my Tahoe moments later, I reached for my McD's iced tea to see a pigeon sitting on the passenger seat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I shouted a word I probably shouldn't have and walked "calmly and swiftly" over to the passenger side.  I opened the door and only had to shew it three times before it exited the vehicle.  Whew!  Crisis averted ... with no pooping (well, not on the birds behalf at least!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously ... a day in the life of a Hoffman is NEVER boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2932929012795679373?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2932929012795679373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2932929012795679373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2932929012795679373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2932929012795679373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-funny-hoffman-happenings.html' title='Some Funny Hoffman Happenings'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7029496323513489636</id><published>2009-05-12T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:07:47.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Hello!  I am finally getting around to update my blog about graduation.  Everything went great.  We went down on Friday night and camped at Mounds State Park in the new camper.  The boys were super excited.  Saturday was a long day - but it was great.  The slide show shows most of the festivities.  Thank you to everyone that sent well wishes or came to the graduation itself.  I know a lot of people helped get the open house ready and made sacrifices to come see me.  I love you all for that.  It was a great day and I finally feel like a college graduate.  Now on to the next chapter in my life ... whatever THAT may be!!&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie~&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-41.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=1008806316552984897&amp;amp;site=widget-41.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&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=1008806316552984897&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p1/1008806316552984897/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1008806316552984897&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p2/1008806316552984897/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1008806316552984897&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p4/1008806316552984897/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7029496323513489636?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7029496323513489636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7029496323513489636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7029496323513489636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7029496323513489636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5922877726290563139</id><published>2009-05-06T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:27:26.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.  Many of you have heard - but I've been WAY under the weather lately.  It started Friday morning when I noticed that my chest and back were hurting.  Felt like someone was sitting on me.  As the day wore on, I started to feel worse.  By 6 pm I had a fever of 101.3 and I was in bed.  Saturday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden's&lt;/span&gt; first t-ball game and I found the strength to go but landed back in bed shortly after.  That's where I was for the next 24 hours.  Marcus came in on Sunday and asked if we could go to the doc - so off we went.  He ran a few tests and decided I had acute bronchitis and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleurisy&lt;/span&gt;.  He prescribed an antibiotic, anti-inflammatory and Tylenol 3.  All of that did a number on me.  I quit taking the Tylenol 3 once nothing would settle in my stomach and I was dizzy all the time ... but even after no Tylenol 3 for 24 hours, I was still getting ill.  So - Tuesday night we headed back to the doc.  He took me off the antibiotic for 24 hours and started a pill for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nausea&lt;/span&gt;.  Today I am weak, but have managed to eat some and drink a lot of fluids.  I am actually going to eat with the family tonight!  And try working tomorrow.  I am so glad I am feeling better.  I seriously felt bad enough yesterday that I thought graduation this Saturday was not going to be an option for me. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone STAY WELL! &lt;br /&gt;~Carrie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5922877726290563139?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5922877726290563139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5922877726290563139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5922877726290563139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5922877726290563139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5094032139234486065</id><published>2009-04-20T12:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:13:12.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't need no stinkin' training wheels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey3QnBVB7I/AAAAAAAABFE/61eDFnj1UgY/s1600-h/Aiden+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833955252799410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey3QnBVB7I/AAAAAAAABFE/61eDFnj1UgY/s400/Aiden+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he's off! It took Aiden just at an hour to learn how to ride a bike without training wheels! He's getting so big! He is very proud of himself and loves showing off (don't know where he gets that from). And don't worry - we know he looks HUGE on this tiny bike. His birtday is May 21 and we are purchasing him a new, bigger bike. I have a video of him riding, but I cannot get it to load. I will keep trying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey3QpNMYFI/AAAAAAAABE8/I41FgslcF6o/s1600-h/Aiden+bike+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833955839434834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey3QpNMYFI/AAAAAAAABE8/I41FgslcF6o/s400/Aiden+bike+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was SOOOO excited on Friday. I got to go see &lt;a href="http://www.selahonline.com/"&gt;Selah&lt;/a&gt; in concert! My great friend/cousin Missy went with me and we had a great bonding time. I have always been a huge fan of theirs, but about a year ago I started reading a blog that was written by Todd Smith's (sings with Selah) wife, &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;. If you've never checked out this blog ... do it now! :) Click on her name or on my sidebar there are two links to her. She is such an amazing woman of faith ... and I love how honest she is about her feelings and her beliefs. I think you will too. Anyway ... I was TOTALLY thrilled when I saw her at the concert! So, I was one of those people that irritated Marcus to no end when he traveled with the Gaither's (you know, the ones that stuck around way too long after the concert and made it so they couldn't get on the bus just so they could meet Bill Gaither in the flesh? Yep, we were those people). Missy and I stalked Angie until we could actually speak to her and get a picture with her! In fact, we waited longer to speak with her than we did to speak with Selah! Hee hee! Anyway, they were all great sports about it and I've posted the pics below. Now seriously ... check out her blog NOW! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837150769178178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey6KnPzZkI/AAAAAAAABFc/yYCa4_nQJN0/s400/Selah+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837147539670722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey6KbN1BsI/AAAAAAAABFM/LyexlAesJSI/s400/Selah+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326837148316422674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey6KeHBUhI/AAAAAAAABFU/a1wcIb9oTvA/s400/Selah+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5094032139234486065?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5094032139234486065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5094032139234486065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5094032139234486065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5094032139234486065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-dont-need-no-stinkin-training-wheels.html' title='We don&apos;t need no stinkin&apos; training wheels!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sey3QnBVB7I/AAAAAAAABFE/61eDFnj1UgY/s72-c/Aiden+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4424044440456449982</id><published>2009-04-16T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:38:25.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><title type='text'>Aiden Funny</title><content type='html'>Conversation after tee ball practice last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden to Mommy, "Mom, when I turn 6 (in a month) can you please buy me a cup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy holding back laughter and playing dumb, "What do you mean by cup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden innocently replies, "Well, Mom, they're only for boys.  You put them on your body so that if the ball hits you it doesn't hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply told him to ask Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4424044440456449982?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4424044440456449982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4424044440456449982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4424044440456449982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4424044440456449982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/aiden-funny.html' title='Aiden Funny'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8893139530963953241</id><published>2009-04-14T09:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:05:03.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSlK-57nSI/AAAAAAAABE0/t0-TJXcIekE/s1600-h/Logan+and+mom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324562267562024226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSlK-57nSI/AAAAAAAABE0/t0-TJXcIekE/s320/Logan+and+mom+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSklWl_HEI/AAAAAAAABEs/qTzxh0pgbFI/s1600-h/Aiden+Logan+Easter+Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324561621085789250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSklWl_HEI/AAAAAAAABEs/qTzxh0pgbFI/s400/Aiden+Logan+Easter+Bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSjwvttBKI/AAAAAAAABEM/Fi9V-5QemQE/s1600-h/Aiden+and+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324560717295977634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSjwvttBKI/AAAAAAAABEM/Fi9V-5QemQE/s320/Aiden+and+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to tell you ... let's just jump right in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun Easter. We (we meaning me and the boys, Marcus had to work) headed to my parents' for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I got to hold Alyana for a little while. And yes, now the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSgvoYLgRI/AAAAAAAABDk/D5NIGx7LeXQ/s1600-h/Alayna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324557399611900178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSgvoYLgRI/AAAAAAAABDk/D5NIGx7LeXQ/s200/Alayna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby fever is like a million times worse! She is very sweet and has a big sister that was very excited to welcome her home. While I was holding the sweet baby, the boys got to play at Valerie's (their old babysitter). They were so very excited to see her and some of the kids there. I asked Aiden what was the best thing he did at Valerie's and he said, "It was fun when she brought out the weed." Um ... what? Now - if you do not know Valerie this may not seem as funny, so let me explain. Valerie has 5 children - some (most maybe) of which she has home schooled. She also babysits and enjoys baking - a lot of which is homemade. So, when Aiden told me about the 'weed' I would only assume that it's home grown and that the 'weed' is how she makes it through the day! HA! Anyway ... after a few more questions about the 'weed' I figured out he meant the Wii and felt much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter morning we were able to visit &lt;a href="http://alexccc.org/index2.html"&gt;CCC&lt;/a&gt;, our home church. It was a great service. However, sunrise services are not ideal for three young boys. We had Aiden, Logan and my nephew Gavin to deal with. They didn't do too bad ... but there were some moments. Although the adults had an equal amount of moments! Anyway ... we tried to get a few good pics, but those three do not like to cooperate all at once! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559928943568658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSjC2315xI/AAAAAAAABDs/PWajBRHhw5k/s400/Easter+suits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559931818590258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSjDBlTQDI/AAAAAAAABD0/2DPTY8KEOVs/s400/Gavin+and+papaw+sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559933674984130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSjDIf5ksI/AAAAAAAABD8/RGxRRpRbrMY/s400/Gavin+papaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559937256299122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSjDV1wGnI/AAAAAAAABEE/eSK_czcoLbo/s400/Handsome+suits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So - after church we headed to see the Hoffman side of the family for a few minutes. There was a fun Easter egg hunt and lots of candy and money! Then back to Gma and Papaw Erskine's for dinner, baskets and another hunt. This is when Logan decided to wear a bunny costume! (Disclaimer: The mother of this child did NOT purchase this outfit for her son that she loves very much. Nor did she make him wear it. He WANTED to wear the outfit that a certain AUNT just happened upon. I'm just sayin'...) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324561621451534914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSklX9L8kI/AAAAAAAABEk/eaMG7sSPne8/s400/Logan+bunny+pout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324561616400335874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSklFI4xAI/AAAAAAAABEc/fFFe1LVil2I/s400/Aiden+Bunny+suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know ... aren't those pictures priceless?  Here are a couple of other priceless stories from the weekend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiden says, "Oh man ... not all of the eggs have money, some just have candy!"  Mommy replies, "Aiden, we need to be grateful for money or the candy that we get."  Logan quickly and firmly replies, "Yeah, and JESUS!"   Enough said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiden asked us this morning to take his money that he received in the Easter eggs to school.  I asked why he needed to do that and he said because he wanted to put it into the bucket for Riley Hospital.  Of course we didn't say no and we were just so proud of him.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok - I think that may be all for now.  I should post more often and then I wouldn't have to hold your attention for so long!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8893139530963953241?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8893139530963953241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8893139530963953241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8893139530963953241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8893139530963953241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-to-share.html' title='So Much To Share'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SeSlK-57nSI/AAAAAAAABE0/t0-TJXcIekE/s72-c/Logan+and+mom+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2308158071569336813</id><published>2009-04-05T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:55:43.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Graduating!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdlvEo243CI/AAAAAAAABDU/iupxQK-iwys/s1600-h/grad+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321406560192748578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdlvEo243CI/AAAAAAAABDU/iupxQK-iwys/s400/grad+front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdlvErz3pmI/AAAAAAAABDM/ulwu66sMXwc/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321406560985392738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdlvErz3pmI/AAAAAAAABDM/ulwu66sMXwc/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's offical. May 9th, 2009 at 3pm I'll be walking across that big stage at AU to accept my diploma. Now, to a lot of college graduates this means that they now have to go find a job, stop living off mom and dad and maybe even do some laundry (ok - this isn't all college grads, maybe just the ones I was in school with originally! Hee hee). This is so much more to me. I will keep those words until it's closer to time, but I wanted all of you to see the announcement. I only purchased 25 due the price, but I wanted all to see that my name is REALLY there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing. Please continue to pray for baby Stellan. You can click on his picture at the right. His little heart is still hanging on, but he is again in SVT. His mom is tired and his siblings are very sick (had to go to the ER last night). Tomorrow (Monday) morning is a big meeting with all involved to see what the next step for this sweet boy will be. Please pray for the doctors and all involved that they can agree on what is best for Stellan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also continue to pray for Becca. Her surgery went well (feeding tube) but she is still in the hospital for observation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Carrie&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/4293306840218387922-2308158071569336813?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2308158071569336813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2308158071569336813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2308158071569336813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2308158071569336813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-graduating.html' title='I&apos;m Graduating!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdlvEo243CI/AAAAAAAABDU/iupxQK-iwys/s72-c/grad+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8247470050078088591</id><published>2009-04-02T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:33:27.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Komets Hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdUgzL1uL-I/AAAAAAAABDE/bzE9Fwk89bo/s1600-h/Hockey+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320194598531641314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdUgzL1uL-I/AAAAAAAABDE/bzE9Fwk89bo/s400/Hockey+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the boys to a Komets game last night. It was the first time Logan has gone. He was totally into it! He kept yelling, "Go orange team not black team!" Cracking me up! Of course he liked the fights but then would check to be sure they were ok. He's so sweet! Enjoy the pics!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320194593853608114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdUgy6aZELI/AAAAAAAABC8/7vxd7sZMnHw/s400/Hockey+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320194583630045282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdUgyUU54GI/AAAAAAAABC0/w603XIF2c7Y/s400/Hockey+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320194575354652018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdUgx1f5ZXI/AAAAAAAABCs/Gu-5RuBTfE4/s400/Hockey+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8247470050078088591?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8247470050078088591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8247470050078088591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8247470050078088591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8247470050078088591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/komets-hockey.html' title='Komets Hockey'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdUgzL1uL-I/AAAAAAAABDE/bzE9Fwk89bo/s72-c/Hockey+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7445066756378881918</id><published>2009-03-31T17:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:40:16.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKbuZhnlkI/AAAAAAAABCk/3zhuE9u_wAs/s1600-h/100_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319485331306157634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKbuZhnlkI/AAAAAAAABCk/3zhuE9u_wAs/s400/100_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello. Some of you know that Saturday the boys and I were in a fashion show. Our county held their business expo (cleaverly titled Whitley County EXPOsed) and I volunteered to run this fashion show. I had no clue what I was getting into! Luckily, all six kids that participated did a great job, so did the teens and adults. I think everyone actually had fun. We now realize why models make so much $ ... that was hard work! I wouldn't believe it either had I not done it myself. Funniest story from the day was the fact that my mom told someone off during the fashion show! I guess I did something kinda dorky (I know ... shocker) and the lady behind mom says, "Well, that was dorky. She'll never be Amercia's Next Top Model." So, mom turned to her and said, "Well, that may be right, but let me tell you what she IS good at. She organized this fashion show, wrote the script, found models, got the clothes and is running a booth. If you have any other comment, please run them through me as I am her MOM!" Yeah, she messed with the wrong Mama! Anyway, here are some pics from the day for you to enjoy. OH - the above pic is the boys after the fashion show. I told ya, hard work! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319483983152881922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKaf7Q1IQI/AAAAAAAABCM/8GJBDaVrF6A/s400/100_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319483987622483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKagL6d1KI/AAAAAAAABCc/Ke3rUWcD2aQ/s400/Aiden+walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319483984554572066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKagAfBOSI/AAAAAAAABCU/98efH2S94nc/s400/Logan+jeans+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319483977065157154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKafklZ0iI/AAAAAAAABCE/VTtEjU26QNY/s400/Aiden+khakis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319483972030184450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKafR0-PAI/AAAAAAAABB8/m_pWY6VSizU/s400/100_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7445066756378881918?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7445066756378881918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7445066756378881918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7445066756378881918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7445066756378881918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/fashion-show-pictures.html' title='Fashion Show Pictures'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SdKbuZhnlkI/AAAAAAAABCk/3zhuE9u_wAs/s72-c/100_0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7959219996578952781</id><published>2009-03-27T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:54:55.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Night Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So, last Saturday was Twilight Night!  It was so much fun.  I think there were about 15 ladies that gathered around the TV to watch (ok - giggle, oooooh, ahhh and scream) Edward and Bella falling in love and all that goes with falling in love with a vampire.  HA!  I have to say that the book is so much better than the movie, but the movie was good.  Marcus bought it for me and we watched it together.  He even enjoyed it!  He said it was nice to watch a movie about vampires with his wife (he's into that scary stuff, but Twilight is so NOT scary!)  Anyway ... here are the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is "Team Edward!"  I found these shirts at Wal-Mart and had to get them for my girls Cindy and Missy.  Aren't we cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQKOs-9I/AAAAAAAABBs/_z2UmX9fZyA/s1600-h/Team+Edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910311153236946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQKOs-9I/AAAAAAAABBs/_z2UmX9fZyA/s400/Team+Edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is the arrival of Edward himself in his famous silver Volvo.  Uh huh ... yep, that the real Edward Cullen.  That is definitely NOT a pillow case!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910309289796866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQDSbJQI/AAAAAAAABBc/LE9-gLmj7wk/s400/Edward+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Closer shot of Edward's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQAQotjI/AAAAAAAABBk/ed_kxQ0dxW4/s1600-h/Edward+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910308476991026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQAQotjI/AAAAAAAABBk/ed_kxQ0dxW4/s400/Edward+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alice Cullen even came to visit our party!  Isn't she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DP4hc-UI/AAAAAAAABBU/8-3kuHPrRqU/s1600-h/Alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910306400041282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DP4hc-UI/AAAAAAAABBU/8-3kuHPrRqU/s400/Alice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then there was Victoria!  Eeeeek!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910318583630690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQl6Py2I/AAAAAAAABB0/T5UfIUwrB0Q/s400/Victoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HA!  Needless to say, a great time was had by all even if they weren't Edward freaks!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Carrie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7959219996578952781?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7959219996578952781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7959219996578952781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7959219996578952781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7959219996578952781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-night-highlights.html' title='Twilight Night Highlights'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sc0DQKOs-9I/AAAAAAAABBs/_z2UmX9fZyA/s72-c/Team+Edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5172791646793753834</id><published>2009-03-26T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:43:30.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Stellan</title><content type='html'>Please pray for this little boy named &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;Stellan&lt;/a&gt;.  He is truly a miracle but is fighting for his life today.  If the link above doesn't take you to her site, use the button at the praying for on the side. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5172791646793753834?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5172791646793753834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5172791646793753834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5172791646793753834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5172791646793753834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/pray-for-stellan.html' title='Pray for Stellan'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7281233157694675065</id><published>2009-03-24T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:37:09.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Logan ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to wonder if Logan is always going to entertain us with his unique stylings:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761767808632914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ScjuqI2ciFI/AAAAAAAABA8/NXPzbC8MGo8/s400/March+24+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761757669197042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ScjupjFBBPI/AAAAAAAABA0/4IXNuKNOZxs/s400/March+24+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761751378630866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ScjupLpOmNI/AAAAAAAABAs/Wiv-vV0Khmw/s400/March+24+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For more of his unique styling - check prior posts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We visited Alexandria on Sunday.  My grandma was there from MO.  Here are some of my favorite shots of Gavin and Aunt Sandy from that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761767124654226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ScjuqGTX2JI/AAAAAAAABBE/SmnqtBVsR7E/s400/March+24+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761777114217314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ScjuqrhEe2I/AAAAAAAABBM/j_oJONydkTM/s400/March+24+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7281233157694675065?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7281233157694675065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7281233157694675065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7281233157694675065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7281233157694675065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-logan.html' title='Oh Logan ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ScjuqI2ciFI/AAAAAAAABA8/NXPzbC8MGo8/s72-c/March+24+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1878495657873261540</id><published>2009-03-20T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:14:52.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Spring!</title><content type='html'>Spring ... doesn't that just feel good to say?  Spring - we welcome you with open arms!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've won my battle with the flu.  It must have started sometime early last week.  I say this because there were a few days that I would wake up ill.  And yes, our first thought was that I was pregnant.  And no, we are not.  By Saturday evening I had the chills and lots of other things that I will not put into this blog (you're welcome).  Sunday I barely made it out of bed and Monday I took the day off to recover.  It's funny, because Monday ended up being one of my favorite days of this year thus far.  The weather was perfect!  I slept most of the morning and early afternoon.  Showered around 2 and sat on the deck doing nothing ... absolutely nothing.  I didn't think about work, I didn't think about being sick, I just didn't think.  Then when Aiden came home I watched him and Logan play and scream and laugh for hours.  It was just the medicine I needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all stay well and enjoy some lazy days this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1878495657873261540?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1878495657873261540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1878495657873261540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1878495657873261540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1878495657873261540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-of-spring.html' title='First Day of Spring!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5352132190862551750</id><published>2009-03-13T08:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:10:48.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Catching Up ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello! I wish I could say that I've been really busy doing something constructive ... but I don't think that many of you will find that reading the &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;Twightlight Series&lt;/a&gt; is all that constructive. However - it is quite addicting. I hate to read. Seriously ... I have NEVER been a reader, but these books have been a great escape. I do enjoy reading books that I can relate back to my personal life, but this I can just read and forget (although it seems that I talk about these characters like they are my friends, so I guess I may have a problem!) Anyway, the books are 400-600 pages long and I have been reading them in a short number of days (3 is the average). Too funny. Ok ... on with the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I ever show you the flowers that Marcus got me for Valentine's Day? I also got a certificate for a massage that I still need to cash in. So excited! I think he loves me a little. And I think I am a bit spoiled. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpjXRIaK-I/AAAAAAAABAc/OJtxJ7S-YS4/s1600-h/Stufff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667961823734754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpjXRIaK-I/AAAAAAAABAc/OJtxJ7S-YS4/s400/Stufff+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpjXOD9eMI/AAAAAAAABAU/jjnvbgy-3Uo/s1600-h/Stufff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667960999770306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpjXOD9eMI/AAAAAAAABAU/jjnvbgy-3Uo/s400/Stufff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday we headed into Alexandria for my sisters bday. We were able to have lunch with our friends that we miss so terribly. It was a fun time of catching up and laughing. Below is a picture of me with all the pregnant ones ... (insert sigh here). Aren't they beautiful? Pictured is Carrie, Jami, Jen and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sbpik7k0NqI/AAAAAAAABAM/_X8Vg0mcYl0/s1600-h/Stufff+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667097043842722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sbpik7k0NqI/AAAAAAAABAM/_X8Vg0mcYl0/s400/Stufff+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some cute pics of the kids that day. This is Camden, Adrianna and Aiden is in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sbpikk7QWAI/AAAAAAAABAE/E93REgmHNKg/s1600-h/Stufff+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667090963945474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sbpikk7QWAI/AAAAAAAABAE/E93REgmHNKg/s400/Stufff+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this one of Logan and Adrianna. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sbpikd2-hEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Sk7Qq6KeWgc/s1600-h/Stufff+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667089066951746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sbpikd2-hEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Sk7Qq6KeWgc/s400/Stufff+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole gang! In back is Logan, Tyler (or Trevor), Aiden, Trevor (or Tyler), front is Camden and Adrianna. The next gang picture is sure to have at least 2 new additions (Jami and Jen are due in April). Can you tell that I am excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpikLvq7BI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0kTqWvEl-sA/s1600-h/Stufff+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312667084204469266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpikLvq7BI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0kTqWvEl-sA/s400/Stufff+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok - below is a series of pictures of Logan. This is what can happen when you allow Logan to play alone in his room for hours on end. He really enjoys playing by himself. I think he needs that alone time to recharge ... but look what can happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the gun in the "holster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpgGZbuaLI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7wGLW1DsR2o/s1600-h/Stufff+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664373459577010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpgGZbuaLI/AAAAAAAAA_s/7wGLW1DsR2o/s400/Stufff+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PUT 'EM UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpgGDbuI8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/hBm2W8CWOUQ/s1600-h/Stufff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664367553979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpgGDbuI8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/hBm2W8CWOUQ/s400/Stufff+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And below are pictures that make me wonder why we even bothered to get him a bed! We walked in last night to kiss him on our way to bed and here is how we found him. He looks rather comfy if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpgFKvqeiI/AAAAAAAAA_U/cKsooWFjruA/s1600-h/Stufff+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664352336804386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpgFKvqeiI/AAAAAAAAA_U/cKsooWFjruA/s400/Stufff+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312673408607307586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpoUT-zx0I/AAAAAAAABAk/sUNBJyV30LM/s400/Stufff+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok - I hope I didn't bore you with all the pics. I will try to space pictures out from here on out. Of course - I can say this since I am on the last book of the Twighlight Series! HA!&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5352132190862551750?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5352132190862551750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5352132190862551750' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5352132190862551750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5352132190862551750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-of-catching-up.html' title='Lots of Catching Up ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbpjXRIaK-I/AAAAAAAABAc/OJtxJ7S-YS4/s72-c/Stufff+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5628592045964176579</id><published>2009-03-05T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:37:15.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm jumpin' right in ... how much do you love my new blog look? I am in love with a website that I stumbled upon this week. It's called Scrapblog (&lt;a href="http://www.scrapblog.com/"&gt;http://www.scrapblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;). They have free templates that all you have to do is drop a picture or two in and play around. They have "stickers" (see the OH BROTHER sticker?) and other options that you can add to it. You can buy upgrades, but I went with the freebees and love it. Marcus liked it too. For those of you that do not blog, you can use it as a scrapping program too - it's just digital. Perfect to email to those persons that do not get to see your actual scrapbooks. Can you tell I am seriously pumped about this program? Just worked perfectly for my blog. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we are heading back to Alexandria for a short visit. My baby sister is turning 24 on Saturday! Wait - what did I just say?? 24 ... that does not even seem possible. I don't talk to her as much as I'd like and we certainly do not see eye to eye a lot of times, but I do indeed love her. I've been thinking alot about her lately and thought that I could share some of my favorite things about her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* the flaring of her nostrils. Seriously ... they are HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* when she was little and called biscuits - baskets and baskets - biscuits. I still do not see the connection, but it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* she also would say fwizorator for refrigerator. Cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* her laugh - it totally fills up a room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* her style - it's unique, but she totally pulls it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* watching her with my boys. I am not sure which one acts more silly - them or her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* her will power to quit drinking pop. It's been like YEARS for her. That is totally nuts in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* when she used to make you call her Sandra or Sandra D or Sandra Dawn.  She refused to answer to Sandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* her artistic ability. She really is gifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309820421094735570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbBFilR3ftI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vzfzNFpz0Gk/s400/Sandy+Logan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Sandra Dawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5628592045964176579?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5628592045964176579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5628592045964176579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5628592045964176579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5628592045964176579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-jumpin-right-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SbBFilR3ftI/AAAAAAAAA_E/vzfzNFpz0Gk/s72-c/Sandy+Logan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4180385973764884349</id><published>2009-03-01T19:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:57:12.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New ... Camper!</title><content type='html'>What is the quickest way to put off getting that new sunroom you've been dreaming of, that third child that you are pretty sure you'd like to have, a storage barn for your new home, an MBA, a redecorated bedroom and bathroom and a Caribbean vacation ... SURVEY SAYS: Buy a brand new camper!!!!!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400757156447026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sas6XQ-5gzI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Sf4XjfyBVDs/s400/New+Camper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's just what we did on Saturday at the Boat, Sport and Travel show.  We've been attending this show faithfully for 7 years, and every year we contemplate purchasing a camper.  We had been thinking pop up, but the deals on this 26 footer were AWESOME!  The dealer also sold out of the '08 model that is pictured and is what we were pricing so they upgraded us to the '09 model at the price of the '08!  We will not get to take her home for a few weeks as they had to order it in!  I've never had anything on wheels that had to be ordered in!  EEEK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - we know that the economy isn't at the best these days.  We also know that we are going to have to cut out on eating out so often, buying scrapbooking supplies that may not truly be needed, and my wardrobe my grow a bit stale in the next few months/years, but we felt like it is worth the "sacrifices" due to the joy that we know it will bring our little guys.  They are so excited about it.  We just had a family dinner talking about the last camping trip we had and how many more we can enjoy together.  Alvin better have his boat on standby, because it was mentioned by Aiden and Logan at least 10 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - be prepared for lots of outdoorsy pics this summer.  And not to mention the pics of when we actually get to go pick it up.  We are really excited about this investment at this time in our lives.  I never thought I would say that about a camper!!! &lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4180385973764884349?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4180385973764884349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4180385973764884349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4180385973764884349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4180385973764884349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-camper.html' title='Our New ... Camper!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/Sas6XQ-5gzI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Sf4XjfyBVDs/s72-c/New+Camper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4311144779887281668</id><published>2009-02-24T19:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:25:13.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you missed me?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SaSc-8CV_hI/AAAAAAAAA-c/XmfyunM6H48/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306538866031066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SaSc-8CV_hI/AAAAAAAAA-c/XmfyunM6H48/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So.  How do I look in striped?  Notice I wore a matching headband (duh!!).  This is a photo from today's MDA Lock Up.  I want to thank all of you that donated to this cause.  I raised $445 through friends and family.  The MDA persons were very pleased with the money that was donated.  Again, thank you.  I hope I am asked to do this again next year.  By then, I hope to feel comfortable enough around town to ask local businesses to support me.  I just didn't want to push too much being new in town - ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been quiet around here lately.  Nothing too excited.  I do have a video of Gavin I am dying to share ... if Nick would email it to me!  Anyway, he's finally walking and showing off!  Last Saturday he climbed out of the crib, crept down the hall (passed a staircase - he's on the 2nd floor) to wake up his daddy!  SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!  We have a climber.  Jamie asked me what I did when my boys did that ... um, they actually never did - so I had no answer.  Of course I think this story is sooo funny, but it's equally scary.  Anyway, as soon as I have the video I will share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4311144779887281668?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4311144779887281668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4311144779887281668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4311144779887281668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4311144779887281668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-missed-me.html' title='Have you missed me?????'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SaSc-8CV_hI/AAAAAAAAA-c/XmfyunM6H48/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4301215796917014356</id><published>2009-02-18T14:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:47:09.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Time Conversation ...</title><content type='html'>Logan to Daddy, "Daddy is the boss, right?"  Daddy shakes head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Logan to Mommy, "Mommy is the boss too, right?"  Mommy shakes head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy to Logan, "Who is the boss of Mommy and Daddy?"  Trying to be a smarty pants but Aiden got him!&lt;br /&gt;Aiden quickly replies without lifting his head from his plate, "Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... there... you ... go.&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4301215796917014356?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4301215796917014356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4301215796917014356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4301215796917014356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4301215796917014356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinner-time-conversation.html' title='Dinner Time Conversation ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8887968818458472331</id><published>2009-02-16T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:37:48.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Just found out a bit more from a girl who visited her yesterday.  Sat she was fine and felt the baby moving, Sunday she did not feel the baby move so she went to the hospital.  She also did not have the baby taken yesterday.  He will be delivered later today.  Which to me, makes the whole process a lot worse.  The Dr.s are having her go through actual labor to deliver the baby as it should result in a far shorter recovery time for her than a c-section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for her through this today and let her deliver quickly how ever it happens.  I guess she also was given the option to deliver last Tuesday and chose to wait one more week, so the "what if's" that are coursing through her mind have to be terrible.  Please pray that she remains strong and that every bit of strength we can muster up for her is given to her today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8887968818458472331?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8887968818458472331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8887968818458472331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8887968818458472331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8887968818458472331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/updated-prayer-request.html' title='Updated Prayer Request'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7837736532321981963</id><published>2009-02-16T07:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:40:01.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>A girl I used to work with @ Red Gold is in need of urgent prayers.  Here is an email I just received:&lt;br /&gt; Please keep the family of Renee in your prayers.  She was scheduled to go in tomorrow for a C-Section to deliver her baby.  Yesterday God chose to take the baby home with him instead.   We are not sure of the details right now and she had to have a c-section yesterday  to remove him.  I can not believe or begin to imagine the turmoil she is in right now.  Carrying your child for nine months and not being able to take him home.   She is still in the hospital and does not want to talk to anyone or have any visitors.   Everyone is so sad here at work for her and they just had a shower for her on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee is my age and she has a little girl that is probably 6 or 7.  Please keep this family in your prayers.  I cannot imagine what she is going though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7837736532321981963?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7837736532321981963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7837736532321981963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7837736532321981963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7837736532321981963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/urgent-prayer-request.html' title='Urgent Prayer Request'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-552483269835578789</id><published>2009-02-12T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:31:37.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" src="http://www.brentriggs.com/hilothursdaywin100.jpg" /&gt; This post is part of "Hi/Lo Thursday" on the &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;Riggs Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;their blog&lt;/a&gt; to read everyone else's "Hi/Lo" posts and for a chance to win $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all.  I am trying something new this week.  I've been reading the Riggs Family Blog for a few months now and am just now participating in the Hi/Lo Thursday fun.  Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our highs for the week are:&lt;br /&gt;*The weather!  We had lots of rain yesterday ... but it was RAIN, not snow.  High winds were a factor, but we had no damage.  The sun has been out and a coat is not a necessity ... weird for Feb 12th here in Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;*I've kept up with the working out.  I am really proud of myself to tell you the truth.  The boys have been participating with me, which has really kept me going.  Logan told me to keep going and I was doing a great job the other day while we were doing crunchers.  ARG.&lt;br /&gt;*Looking forward to tonight's date with Marcus.  We haven't had alone time in quite awhile.  He is working Saturday so it's our Valentine's day celebration too.  In fact, I have a dozen multi-colored roses sitting here on my desk that he sent today.  I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lows for the week:&lt;br /&gt;*I truly do not have a low for us this week.  However ...&lt;br /&gt;*I have placed several links on this blog of persons (mostly babies/toddlers) that I have been praying for.  These children are sick and going through things I cannot imagine.  I have been touched by the faith of their parents and I just encourage you to take some time ... and some Kleenex ... and pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... and how do you like the new look of my blog?  I love this background and I think I have found one that fits this blogs' personality.  Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend all,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-552483269835578789?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/552483269835578789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=552483269835578789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/552483269835578789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/552483269835578789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-post-is-part-of-hilo-thursday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3552632643330451181</id><published>2009-02-08T19:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:30:10.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How do you know?'/><title type='text'>How Do You Know ...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How do you know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Q: What the sex of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chia&lt;/span&gt; pet is? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300599592798266434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SY-DPvFSJEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_vVCWha9eWM/s400/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300599596065148018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SY-DP7QKzHI/AAAAAAAAA90/dNhPvei3HkA/s400/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A: Well, if it's only growing "hair" on the armpits and back, it's male.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: How do you know that children love family members even if they've never met them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300600658597934002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SY-ENxfuc7I/AAAAAAAAA98/N8OymLrMHWs/s400/boys1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: When they want to make a sign to say happy birthday to an uncle they have never met.  Marcus's brother, Donnie, has - um - lived elsewhere the entire time we've been together.  The boys have not been to see him yet still were excited to wish him happy birthday (it's today, the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;).  Logan even wanted to give him his favorite birthday card which was from his Aunt Debbie and it plays the song, "You Are My Sunshine."  I about cried (and I should mention we did not send him the card, I just told him how sweet that was).  Kids are so sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: How do you know that your 5 year old notices the way Mommy looks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: When he sees you getting ready to workout to a DVD and he says, "Mom - you don't look like those girls!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: How do you answer the above statement from your 5 year old?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: Simply say, "Nope, I look like a Mommy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q:  How do you know that the said DVD might be working?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: Your abs hurt so bad that you do not want to laugh, bend over, put on pants, sneeze, cough, squat to sit (especially on the toilet ... didn't realize what leg muscles are used to do such a task), the list is endless really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: How do you know that everyone in your town has cabin fever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: When you venture to the mall with your young children, drive around the parking lot looking for a place to park for 35 minutes just to find about a million people in Macy's and in the food court.  Seriously worse than it is @ Christmas time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q: How do you know it's time to end a post?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: When you have both kids in bed and a hot bubble bath and good book is calling your name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week everyone!&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-3552632643330451181?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3552632643330451181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3552632643330451181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3552632643330451181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3552632643330451181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-you-know.html' title='How Do You Know ...?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SY-DPvFSJEI/AAAAAAAAA9s/_vVCWha9eWM/s72-c/IMG_2215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6935603918462163822</id><published>2009-02-05T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:20:58.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Wanted ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYt0Rm4Hy7I/AAAAAAAAA9k/zi9ovaMKNMA/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299457232374057906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYt0Rm4Hy7I/AAAAAAAAA9k/zi9ovaMKNMA/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WANTED: Carrie Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=277847&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=65559920900&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=65559920900&amp;amp;id=1079880732"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Usually Wears a Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAUTION: Heavily Armed With Kindness…This Could Be Contagious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRIOR CONVICTION: Thoughtfulness and Generosity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please Help Me!!! I have been arrested and will be put in jail for the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) Lock-up. Don’t even bother asking what crime I have committed – it’s not really that important. I just have to raise my bail of $1600 before the Lock-Up and they will go easy on me, but I need your financial assistance to post my bond. Please lend your support during the:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitley County Lock-Up 2009 @ Bones Theatre, Columbia City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your 100% tax-deductible donation will help MDA continue research into the cause and the possible cure of the 43 neuromuscular diseases they cover. Your support of the MDA Lock-Up will also help MDA provide medical equipment, clinic visits, support groups and a magical week of MDA Summer Camp for the families served by the Association in our local area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you have to do is click &lt;a href="http://www.joinmda.org/whitleycountylockup2009/choffman/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make a secure, online donation before 02/24/09. Your donation will help families living in our community and help guarantee me an early release. I can't wait to add you to my list of contributors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks in advance for your help. Don't hesitate to call or email me (choffman@huntington.edu) with any questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together we'll make a difference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm counting on you, click &lt;a href="http://www.joinmda.org/whitleycountylockup2009/choffman/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to donate.If the link above does not work, please cut and paste the address below into the address bar of your Internet browser.&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="https://www.joinmda.org/whitleycountylockup2009/choffman/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;https://www.joinmda.org/whitleycountylockup2009/choffman/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6935603918462163822?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6935603918462163822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6935603918462163822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6935603918462163822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6935603918462163822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-wanted.html' title='I&apos;m Wanted ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYt0Rm4Hy7I/AAAAAAAAA9k/zi9ovaMKNMA/s72-c/IMG_0979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5812923780949045599</id><published>2009-02-01T09:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:03:45.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>75 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>If you are my friend on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, you've probably have already had the joy of reading this.  If not and you wan to know 75 random things about me, grab a cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot stand to hear people say the word "moist."&lt;br /&gt;3. I put my socks and shoes on left to right at all times.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a blog (&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://clhcorner.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my two boys more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;6. Marcus is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;7. Marcus and I weren't even friends in high school, but went to the same high school (he slept beside me in Spanish!)&lt;br /&gt;8. I have colored my hair since I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love to scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am a college graduate as of December 2008!&lt;br /&gt;11. I flunked out of college the first go around.&lt;br /&gt;12. I played softball in college for Anderson University.&lt;br /&gt;13. I am a christian ... but I've never been baptized!&lt;br /&gt;14. I am the funniest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;15. I still do not know what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;16. I want to have another baby - my husband ... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;17. I freak out at the sight of raw chicken and will sterilize anything and everything that comes in to contact with it.&lt;br /&gt;18. I cussed Marcus out when he proposed.&lt;br /&gt;19. My driver's license still says I weigh 120 (which was even a lie at the age of 16!)&lt;br /&gt;20. I enjoy being the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am very unorganized, but can usually find anything you request if you do not move my piles!&lt;br /&gt;22. I delivered a 10 pound, 6 oz baby without the use of drugs. Delivered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; without drugs too, but he was only 7 lbs 6 oz. Hurts almost the same though.&lt;br /&gt;23. I've dressed like a tomato, raven and a tiger. Wonder what will be next.&lt;br /&gt;24. I am a huge fan of The Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love my girlfriends like family!&lt;br /&gt;26. My sister Jamie and I were in the same geometry class in high school. I was a senior, she was a freshman. I flunked out at semester, she passed with an A+ both semesters.&lt;br /&gt;27. I was once hospitalized for what the doctors thought to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leukemia&lt;/span&gt;. I was tested and tested again and after 2 days was told I did not have it. I thank God for this almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;28. I have a broken back. I broke it when I was 13, had back surgery when I was 14, yet still have pain (more than I originally had ) to this day.&lt;br /&gt;29. I couldn't watch Frankenstein in high school because of the scar my back surgery had left on my spine. I don't think it would bother me now.&lt;br /&gt;30. I miss our "first friends in South Whitley" nearly every day. It's a bit odd since we only knew each other 2 or 3 months and we really never hung out ... but I just know we would have been great friends. Marcus and I talk about them a lot ... weird, and sad ... I know.&lt;br /&gt;31. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, I hate masks and being scared. I fake like I enjoy it now for the boys, but I would rather just hide. I don't even like handing out the candy.&lt;br /&gt;32. I never drank in high school. I was always afraid that my parents would find out.&lt;br /&gt;33. I had a dentist appointment the day after my first kiss and I was afraid that the dentist would be able to tell and tell my mom. Seriously, I was sick to my stomach thinking he could tell!&lt;br /&gt;34. Since gaining weight this last time, I've considered buying maternity jeans.&lt;br /&gt;35. My sister Jamie is my best friend. I tell her everything. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brutally&lt;/span&gt; honest with me and I love that about her. We have very different lives, but would be lost without each other. I feel the same way about my friend Jill. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;36. I am a daddy's girl and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;37. Marcus and I were engaged nearly 4 years before walking down the isle.&lt;br /&gt;38. I was 8 months pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; when we got married (insert gasp here).&lt;br /&gt;39. Marcus and I wouldn't be where we are today as parents, husband/wife or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt; had it not been for the joy and pains we experienced while being unmarried and pregnant. I admit the sin, but I do not regret one thing about the whole situation because of what we learned. I will not ever hide this fact from either of my children.&lt;br /&gt;40. I sometimes just need to scream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;outloud&lt;/span&gt; just because.&lt;br /&gt;41. I have no set side of the bed. My side of the bed must be the furthest from the door.&lt;br /&gt;42. I have lived in a haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;43. I once thought that a demon had taken over my bed. It was an earthquake and makes for on heck of a story!&lt;br /&gt;44. Steve Park (ex-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt; driver) asked me out. I had to say no since Marcus was with me. :) Jamie would be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;45. I pass out - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Not from drinking!!! I pass out when I get sick, get too hot, am stressed, tired ... I once passed out while driving.&lt;br /&gt;46. I cannot stand water in my face. I have to have control of the water that hits my face. I only wet my face with a cloth. My boys have learned the hard way not to spray mommy.&lt;br /&gt;47. I miss my old church so much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;48. I miss my Grandma Erskine every single day. I know that she would have been so excited to see my boys. She died at 58 and it's still hard for me to believe because I truly thought she would live forever.&lt;br /&gt;49. I secretly would love to be a hand model.&lt;br /&gt;50. I hate feet. I have just recently gotten to the point that I can appreciate the cuteness of babies feet, but just barely. The only time I touch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Logan's feet are to cut their toe nails because Marcus refuses to do them in fear of hurting them.&lt;br /&gt;51. I once wore a water bra (didn't need it then either, guess it was a fad) and it broke at work. Every time I moved my arm it would leak more and more.&lt;br /&gt;52. I met Senator Evan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bayh&lt;/span&gt; recently. I shook his hand and afterwards went into the ladies room to apply lipstick just to realize that I had blue icing from a toaster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;strudel&lt;/span&gt; on my lip. It was from the good bye kiss Logan gave me that morning. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;53. I have always been told I have a great smile, but I am not fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;54. I still cannot believe that God trusted me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Logan. I cry just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;55. I am outgoing and have never been accused of being shy.&lt;br /&gt;56. I love to tell stories no matter how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; they may be.&lt;br /&gt;57. I sometimes share too much.&lt;br /&gt;58. I am a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;clutz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;59. My junior year prom date and I had babies on the same day, same hospital within an hour apart. Obviously this wasn't the same child. Our sons played on the same t-ball team 5 years later.&lt;br /&gt;60. I've always been jealous of my sister Jamie's looks. She is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;61. I listen to mostly Christian music, but I am a HUGE AC/DC fan followed closely by Motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Crue&lt;/span&gt; and Poison.&lt;br /&gt;62. I flunked Bible twice at AU. It wasn't until last year when I took it as an adult that I passed. I got an A.&lt;br /&gt;63. I don't think Brad Pitt is hot ... at all.&lt;br /&gt;64. #21 is my favorite # because it was the date that I had my first kiss with the biggest crush of my life. I was so nervous I bit his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;65. I came very close to having twins when we had Logan. The other embryo didn't form at the ripe age of 9 weeks. I never felt like I needed to mourn but I do sometimes wonder what life would have been like with twins. God knew what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;66. I was in the Morrison Hall basement bathroom @ AU straightening my hair on 9-11. I was getting the play by play from Bob and Tom Q95 radio station. I stayed there for 2 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to the coverage.&lt;br /&gt;67. I've been taken by ambulance to the hospital 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; because I was watching "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;" from Sex and the City is in the movie. I ran home and asked Marcus if he liked that name and we were settled from there. Logan's name comes from the show "Yes Dear." A little boy on the show named Logan went running across the screen and Marcus and I looked at each other and said, "Logan ... that's a good name!" I know... thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;69. I love dough. I went through a time in my life where I craved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pillsbury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;croissant&lt;/span&gt; dough and gave into that carving.&lt;br /&gt;70. I hate going to any doctor because I always feel like they think I am making up a pain or something. Once they start the tests or what not they normally do find something wrong with me. I just hate feeling like they think I am stupid and making it up.&lt;br /&gt;71. I doodle my name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Every church bulletin that has touched my hands probably has my name on it ... at least 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;72. I saw my sister get hit by a car and still have visions of it in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;73. I don't deserve Marcus but thank God for him everyday. I do not know where I would be without him.&lt;br /&gt;74. I do not like to hug. If you get one from me that I initiate ... WHOA! Feel special. As a friend said the other day ... I can love from afar. I prefer fist bumping these days. PS - this does not apply to my boys, Marcus included. :)&lt;br /&gt;75. I think it's sad that this took me no time to construct 75 random things about me! I could go on and on and on and on and ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5812923780949045599?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5812923780949045599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5812923780949045599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5812923780949045599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5812923780949045599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/75-random-facts.html' title='75 Random Facts'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3001713531216367066</id><published>2009-01-29T19:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:51:09.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>When Does This Become Rewarding????</title><content type='html'>I need to let these hateful emotions out. It's going to be ugly ... but bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly below is the enemy. I all but curse at this stupid manual machine. It lies about how many calories I have burned in the whopping 15 minutes it has taken me to walk/run/stand an entire 1/2 mile (yes, you read that correctly). It tells me that while I feel like death, I have only burned 57 calories in 15 minutes. Do you realize that that is the amount of calories in a bite sized Snickers bar. This hardly seems worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJVBODuDEI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pD_BcqiJwtw/s1600-h/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296889591183051842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJVBODuDEI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pD_BcqiJwtw/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is the "ticker" that I have been wearing for one week and two days clocking my each and every step. According to it, I've walked 16.307 miles and have burned 774.9 calories. That is just over HALF of the calories that the stupid Slim Fast website told me I can eat per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296889586043184882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJVA66R5vI/AAAAAAAAA88/LtfwjjL8kvA/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a positive! I had to get new tennis shoes for this little adventure I am on. I LOOOOVE them. They are the most comfortable shoes I have had for a long time. I've never bought a pair of tennis shoes for actual function, so I was totally overwhelmed in the shoe isle. I am glad I found these babies though. And such a cute color too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888662708600594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJULLOKPxI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Aet_U2rtaGU/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have also been drinking about 6 bottles of water a day. I hate water. I really do. Although, I have found that a bottle of it does go down pretty easily at dinner. I do not like restaurant water AT ALL. I have been allowing my self one pop a day. I cannot function without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888657415827378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJUK3gQ77I/AAAAAAAAA8k/1Bf_iUwuzg0/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have also been eating a ton of yogurt, fruit (not the fruit pictured, fresh fruit.  That is Logan's for his lunches) and animal crackers. I only like two flavors of yogurt though, so it gets old fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888654662102210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJUKtPubMI/AAAAAAAAA8c/B05u0cdsgUc/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am certainly really wanting to dive into these. They are my all time f-a-v-o-r-i-t-e! I did make them for breakfast on Sunday and decided I could partake. I did not feel guilty about it one bit ... but now I just want to taste them again! Sunday could not get here quick enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888650810973858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJUKe5i3qI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZXtn8QAfiYE/s400/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And finally ... here is what I look like after my 15 minute walk from ... well, you know. Lovely, I know. Eye make up running down the face with the sweat, dark eye circles, red cheeks. I am one hot lady. Oh, and I spared you a pic of it, but I bought the best sports bra ever the same night I bought my tennis shoes. I love it! I had to laugh though because Marcus has called it my "training bra" on more than one occasion. That is the BIGGEST training bra I have ever seen! Hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296890056849360114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJVcUzOBPI/AAAAAAAAA9M/UDNZ41Z5VIE/s400/IMG_2205+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, with all of this complaining ... I haven't stepped on a scale since starting to use the treadmill. I do not know if I am making even the slightest bit of headway on this weight loss adventure. I do know that I am more tired than normal and am hoping that changes soon. I know I can do this ... I just may need to rant more on here. I feel so much better. Now, I must go shower. You may have been able to smell me through your computer screen! Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-3001713531216367066?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3001713531216367066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3001713531216367066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3001713531216367066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3001713531216367066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-does-this-become-rewarding.html' title='When Does This Become Rewarding????'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SYJVBODuDEI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pD_BcqiJwtw/s72-c/IMG_2201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6981657129320014461</id><published>2009-01-26T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:52:53.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's "Not Me! Monday" time! I recently stumbled upon another blog that had participated and thought it seemed like a lot of fun (plus there is sarcasm and you all KNOW how much I love sarcasm!) I get to "admit" some of my failures for the week without actually "admitting" them. Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; for more Not Me's ... only after reading mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a productive week at work this week. I was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; feeling pretty good about that until 3 students I had recruited backed out. That would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; make me totally bummed out since it was out of my control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ask my husband to take care of getting the boys out the door on Friday morning just so I could sleep in. I do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love him so much more for doing so with out complaining. I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enjoy sleeping in until 9:30 before heading out to lunch with two great girlfriends. I did &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have an enjoyable time with said girlfriends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forgot to ask one of the girlfriend's how her birthday went! I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have been that stuck on a couple of my issues to have forgotten to ask what her kids and hubby purchased for her. That would just be selfish friend right there. I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be asking for her forgiveness in front of blogger world (I do love you Steph! And I am sorry!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;take the boys to the circus on Saturday night. They did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;enjoy themselves and most certainly did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fall asleep on the way home totally tuckered out. I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have taken a picture of that to share with each of you (along with some others).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; borrow a treadmill from my mother-in-law because I do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know myself well enough to not know that I probably will not follow through with this. I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have this idea in my head that I could just jump right on and make it a mile with no issues. I am surely &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; in that bad of shape. I promise you I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right about that fact!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aiden did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come in while I was on said treadmill and say, "Mom ... you are getting skinnier already!" I did &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; take that to heart and consider stopping the workout after only 5 minutes. That would be lazy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hit me while taking a shower after said workout that in September Aiden ran his first one mile fun run in 9 minutes and 14 seconds. I did &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; want to cry after realizing it took me 15 minutes to walk 1/2 of a mile!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; determined to lose this weight! I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; determined to get into a workout pattern and stick to it. I do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think I can do this and I do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; know that I cannot do this alone! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crack up laughing after working out and giving Logan a hug while still in my tank top after he asked me (while pointing to my mile of cleavage) "Mom, what's that crack for?" I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;laugh even harder when he asked why he didn't have one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295406943014672978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SX0QjvOG2lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/JML_kcXeoZo/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295406950529724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SX0QkLN1cNI/AAAAAAAAA7w/kSWVMnToQqg/s400/IMG_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295406953346656706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SX0QkVtcacI/AAAAAAAAA74/EnixyuvplBA/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week everyone!&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6981657129320014461?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6981657129320014461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6981657129320014461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6981657129320014461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6981657129320014461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SX0QjvOG2lI/AAAAAAAAA7o/JML_kcXeoZo/s72-c/IMG_2154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4739357610890087137</id><published>2009-01-22T08:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:45:54.548-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><title type='text'>Serious Note</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that I have placed a few new items on my sidebar. The one at the top is for a little girl named &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Harper&lt;/a&gt;. She was born just a few days ago and is having a rough time. Her family is not only asking for prayers for their little girl, but for all the babies and families in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;. It just amazes me how people that are hurting and in need are still willing to reach out and ask for prayer for others. Such a witness. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out the button for &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt;. She's a little girl fighting cancer and receiving treatments right now. They have an amazing story too. I found their blog when I clicked on a picture of &lt;a href="http://www.joeyandrory.com/"&gt;Joey and Rory&lt;/a&gt; (Alex folks should know who I am talking about) and found that the daddy of Abby wrote the article I was reading. Anyway, check their story out too and pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogger world can be so overwhelming, but I have been so touched by so many stories from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; stalking. There are some amazing families out there that make me feel like this world can be a better place. These families have gone through so much and continue to give glory to God and have really been an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take a few minutes this week in prayer for these little girls. We believe in a healing God and these little ones need healing so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4739357610890087137?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4739357610890087137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4739357610890087137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4739357610890087137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4739357610890087137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/serious-note.html' title='Serious Note'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8917046508704998839</id><published>2009-01-19T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:18:25.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am trying this thing (for my second time) called "Not Me! Monday" I recently stumbled upon another blog that had participated and thought it seemed like a lot of fun (plus there is sarcasm and you all KNOW how much I love sarcasm!) I get to "admit" some of my failures for the week without actually "admitting" them. Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; for more Not Me's ... only after reading mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;totally excited to have Friday off due to the weather. I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sleepy due to the lack of sleep I received from the power outage thus leading us to get up at 1 am to head over to my in-laws house for heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; practially do nothing for the last three days and I am not thankful for that fact! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just go through 2 huge boxes of Christmas gifts the kids had received weeks ago. I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have left them in the garage because I wasn't ready to deal with finding a place to put them all. I do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to admit that it wasn't as bad as I had feared. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; totally enjoy my family this weekend. We did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spend most of the time at home watching movies and snuggling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post some ha-lar-ious pics from my high school years on Facebook. I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tag many of my friends so that all would be a bit embarassed. I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post a few of my favs at the end of this post. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cry this week after having to weigh myself in front of people. I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vowed to lose at least 30 pounds by my 30th birthday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want you to have a wonderful week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Carrie~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292796277175518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SXPKK_GOg8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L67s3T2jbRE/s400/Scan0004a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292796287691090146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SXPKLmRVaOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vJmB4f5O2J4/s400/Scan0001a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292796288407420626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SXPKLo8HvtI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xMoyUNKW2nM/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8917046508704998839?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8917046508704998839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8917046508704998839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8917046508704998839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8917046508704998839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-am-trying-this-thing-for-my-second.html' title='Not Me Monday!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SXPKK_GOg8I/AAAAAAAAA5A/L67s3T2jbRE/s72-c/Scan0004a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8321452205898782822</id><published>2009-01-16T13:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:35:36.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Day ... A Cold New Day, But New ...</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I was so whiny yesterday, but I do feel better getting that off my chest!  Too bad it didn't REALLY take any weight off my chest ... er, um.  Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know that my pity party is over.  I had a rough night last night with the weight stuff and then the night went downhill from there!  We lost power at midnight.  Not at all a good thing when the windchill is -40 ... yes, you read that correctly!  So, the kiddos and I loaded up and headed out to my in-laws.  The boys were so great and calm getting ready in the dark.  I was afraid they would freak, but since I managed to remain calm I think it helped.  Who knew!  I didn't get much sleep since both boys wanted to sleep with Mommy in a queen sized bed, but it was fun to cuddle up with them.  Turns out the my work was cancelled due to the outage sooooo ... SNOW DAY!  We are all still in our pj's.  Our cousin, TC, is here playing nerf guns with the boys and having a great time.  Tonight is pizza and movies (at home) with the fam and I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to brag on myself for a sec.  Marcus brought home donuts for breakfast and guess who passed on them!  That's right ... me!  I am a pastry freak (take that over chocolate any day) but I did it!  I did stare at the box and salivate, but I didn't cave.  Baby steps, right?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my friends (and family members) Mis and Steph (runners).  Please know that I know we are ALWAYS joking about my lack of running and such.  I know you'd never laugh AT me.  You guys are honest enough to just say, "Um ... yea - your are getting fat.  What are you going to do about it???"  That's why I love you ... although you never did actually SAY that!!!!  :)  I do love you guys and I know that you'll support me in this.  Even though we do have a date to Applebee's coming up ... they have weight watcher menu items, right???  Make sure I order one of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... I am off for now.  I've got some cute pics I want to share next week once I get them downloaded. &lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8321452205898782822?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8321452205898782822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8321452205898782822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8321452205898782822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8321452205898782822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-day-cold-new-day-but-new.html' title='It&apos;s a New Day ... A Cold New Day, But New ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5015097351923357160</id><published>2009-01-15T19:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:23:03.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight'/><title type='text'>Need Some Whine?</title><content type='html'>Just going to warn you up front ... this is kind of a whiny blog. I've never really used this blog as a journal, but this entry may become just that. I'm just having one of those days. I think I need to have it today so tomorrow I can pick up and do what I need to do to fix it. So, if you're willing to listen (read) whining ... continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for Whitley Weighs In ... it's sponsored by the local paper and teams are formed for a weight loss "match." I am on team "Motivated Rotarians" with three fellow Rotarians. I signed up for this contest because I have known for awhile now that it's time to lose some weight. I thought nothing of having to weigh in once a month for six months ... until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to report to the local hospital for the dreaded weigh in. I had a number in my head and was pretty sure I was going to weigh in near that number ... give or take 10 pounds (more than likely give). Boy was I off. I was 25 pounds off ... and not to the good. I joked about it to the thin and tone gals from the YMCA that recorded the weight (and yes, they have children and are still thin and tone). I even laughed with the hospital greeter as I was ready to leave. Then I found myself in the lonely stairwell (there's a good thing ... I was taking the stairs ... all 1/2 flight of them) and I lost it. I just started bawling! How could I have let myself go like this? I knew I had packed on a few pounds, but I didn't realize it was nearly 45 extra pounds! And 45 pounds doesn't get me to the "ideal" weight for someone my height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know why I am so surprised. I've really noticed it in my belly region and thighs! My goodness! I cringe if Marcus walks into the bathroom while I am taking a bath or into our room while I am changing and sees those body parts. I feel so ashamed. I did work out for about a week a couple of months ago ... go ahead and laugh, I am. I can't say I enjoyed it, but I did do it for 7 days straight. Why did I stop you ask, because then Marcus schedule made it so he was around the entire day and I couldn't do it in front of him. He is my husband for goodness sake! I should be able to do it in front of him - right? Well, I can't. First off, he as skinny as a broom handle. And secondly, I am too embarrassed for him to see me winded after 10 jumping jacks. I didn't want him to laugh because I couldn't keep up with the trainer even on the beginner level. And please know that is just all in my head. Yes, he might laugh WITH me - not at me. I am thankful that he loves me at 130 pounds (there was a time) or ... XXX pounds. He's never said anything hurtful about this weight gain, and for that I love him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends around me that are into running and we joke about me fainting about even thinking about running. It is a funny thought, but the truth is, I've never been a fan of running --- even when I would hit a home run in softball the thought of not having a small break between the bases annoyed me! So - I guess I haven't found the workout plan that will work for me, but running can be crossed off. Oh darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love doing Tae-Bo. I even taught a class on it years ago. Wonder where those VHS tapes are now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just signed up for the free meals plans via Slim Fast and found out that my BMI marker classifies me as obese.  Hello reality.  Hello tears.  I've got to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you've made it through this long whiny post - will you pray for me? I've lost weight before, but I've never weighed this much. I have a long road ahead of me and can use all of the support I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ... enough whining! I hope to not whine about this anymore after tonight. If I do, it's my own fault because of the lack of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next time I blog about weight it will be to let you know I've lost X amount of pounds and am feeling great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5015097351923357160?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5015097351923357160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5015097351923357160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5015097351923357160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5015097351923357160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-going-to-warn-you-up-front.html' title='Need Some Whine?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7233835969914307632</id><published>2009-01-11T16:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:47:02.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gavin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>Not Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So, I am trying this thing called "Not Me! Monday" I recently stumbled upon another blog that had participated and thought it seemed like a lot of fun (plus there is sarcasm and you all &lt;em&gt;KNOW&lt;/em&gt; how much I love sarcasm!) I get to "admit" some of my failures for the week without actually "admitting" them. Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; for more Not Me's ... &lt;strong&gt;only after reading mine!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have such a headache on Monday night that I lied to my children telling them it was 8:30 and bedtime when it was actually only 7:45. Only a mean, lying mother would do such a thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fall off the diet track at all this week. Only someone with very little self control would do such a thing ... but have you tasted those cream horns from W*l-Mart ... seriously people! So good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;missing my little nephew like crazy this week. I did not look at some pictures from his birth and cry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;want to change my name so that Mom or Mommy wasn't an option. I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get totally frustrated on Tuesday because I couldn't use the restroom without two little boys screaming for me. I mean that would just be selfish for me to want to do my business in private. What would I be thinking?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make my kids play longer than they really wanted out in the snow just so I could get that perfect scrapbooking shot. Nope ... not me! I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post a couple of the pictures at the end of this post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dreading work this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blog about picking the nose belong to someone else or wiping the bottom of someone else. That would be soooo gross! (see blog entry below).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go shopping all day on Saturday with friends. I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have done that and left my husband home to do errands on one of his only Saturday's off. What kind of selfish wife would do that???? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel bad that Aiden had to miss a day of school on Friday. I was not sad because his perfect attendance was ruined &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did I feel bad that he was missing their make up Christmas party. He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; upset either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tired of snow storms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a wonderful weekend with the family (hey ... the shopping was with some family too!) and I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sad that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173431640598466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWp4tSElp8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/OohXW31r3M0/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173423424134786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWp4szdoXoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/PQnxfaQUD3U/s400/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Have a great week! ~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7233835969914307632?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7233835969914307632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7233835969914307632' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7233835969914307632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7233835969914307632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-me_11.html' title='Not Me!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWp4tSElp8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/OohXW31r3M0/s72-c/IMG_2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-347175933923439683</id><published>2009-01-09T10:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:51:31.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mommy - Not a Person</title><content type='html'>So, the other night while at "Boff Effans" Aiden was talking about how dogs eat. I told him that he was doing a great job pretending to eat like a dog, but we do not eat that way. He told me that was correct because we were persons. Yep, persons. In turn, Logan swings his head around and says to me, "You're not a person! You're a Mommy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know how true that is, er, feels? So, I decided to make a list of how I know I am a Mommy and not a person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not think twice about wiping another person's bottom. I mean, that is an everyday occurrence ... right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nor do I think twice about talking about what we are about to flush down the potty. One of the boys once said, "Look mom ... lots of them are whole but one is broken. So sad." I of course agreed with how sad it was as we proceeded to flush. Gave no thought (until now) on how odd that conversation was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was on maternity leave, I didn't give a rip that I had spit up in my hair, down the back of my sweatshirt ... or any other place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've gone more than 24 hours without a shower yet have still left the house. EEEK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've left the house without make up. (if that doesn't make one "not a person" I don't know what does!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get excited over monster trucks, faux hawks, skateboards, and sometimes even bugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rarely get to use the potty in peace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've picked someone else's nose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drive an 8 passenger Tahoe for necessity, not for cool rims, loud stereos, flashy crome ... nope. My Tahoe is for car seats, dvd players, crayons, school papers, left over french fries ... the list is endless people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've served Doritos, a banana and milk for dinner without feeling guilty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have nursed in public (GASP!!) and didn't feel one ounce of guilt about it. (I've done it many times actually).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've bribed them with a prize just so I could go to the mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that McD's can be a nutritious meal for the kiddos if the happy meal comes with apples and milk ... and maybe 10 minutes of silence while they eat!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not sleep well as I listen for my little ones all night long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray over them while they sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry over pictures as I remember moments that seem like so long ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heart hurts when they hurt. My heart is overjoyed when they are happy (or sleeping).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love them more than I could have ever imagined. For me to forfeit being a person is just fine with me. Being a Mommy is the best thing I will ever be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, there are a lot of items I could add to this list. I would LOVE to hear what would be on your list!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-347175933923439683?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/347175933923439683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=347175933923439683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/347175933923439683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/347175933923439683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommy-not-person.html' title='A Mommy - Not a Person'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3553773959182143218</id><published>2009-01-08T09:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:13:48.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I declare myself "The Coolest Mom EVER!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYWYaEHIAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ETODiIfMhnQ/s1600-h/n1079880732_241982_1118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939420962463746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYWYaEHIAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ETODiIfMhnQ/s400/n1079880732_241982_1118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939154381820338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYWI4-VUbI/AAAAAAAAA4A/FGn9IahCnls/s400/n1079880732_241985_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYWQ5FH0wI/AAAAAAAAA4I/lgi5LSZ6GJ4/s1600-h/n1079880732_241990_3634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288939291849249538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYWQ5FH0wI/AAAAAAAAA4I/lgi5LSZ6GJ4/s400/n1079880732_241990_3634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from the pictures, my kiddos had wild hairs last night! I took them to get haircuts and the ladies almost always do the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; hawks" for them. Well, last night they added the blue gel (the pics don't do the blue justice ... it was COLTS BLUE!) Of course having blue hair was not enough for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;. He requested a "shark do." Now, I am fairly certain that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; made this "do" up, but who knows. He has been asking me to do the "shark" for about 6 months now. He's always explained it to me as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt; down the middle and one on each side. Well, he let the hair stylist know ... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt; ... we have "THE SHARK!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288941095437617250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYX53-GSGI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/eqOElK6VTEg/s400/n1079880732_241987_2763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He was so proud of that thing. We went to eat at "Bob's House ... or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Effans&lt;/span&gt;" (our nicknames for Bob Evans) with those hairdo's! The gal servers went nuts over my two boys. And of course, the boys flirted back with the gals. Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heartbreakers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; begged for me not to wash his hair so that he could wear it that way to school, but I was NOT going to have "that kid." Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;. But I do still declare myself as the Coolest Mom EVER! Come on ... let me have this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-3553773959182143218?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3553773959182143218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3553773959182143218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3553773959182143218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3553773959182143218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-declare-myself-coolest-mom-ever.html' title='I declare myself &quot;The Coolest Mom EVER!&quot;'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWYWYaEHIAI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ETODiIfMhnQ/s72-c/n1079880732_241982_1118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6638040047831129775</id><published>2009-01-04T20:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:20:05.433-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWFt2Cm2eVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/SpRJ17vZsRY/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287628212689860946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWFt2Cm2eVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/SpRJ17vZsRY/s400/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have returned from Missouri. I had a great time. We arrived Wednesday evening and spent time just sharing updates with the family. I ended up with a migraine, so I rang the new year in with a pillow over my head in total silence. Oh what fun! Thursday we all gathered at my grandparent's home for Christmas lunch and gifts. It was fun watching the kids (all boys)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287627040917843890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWFsx1aob7I/AAAAAAAAA3A/nlqcJtV9r6w/s400/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; playing together and sharing their new toys. In the picture they are sporting their new shirts that Grandma Davis made for them. So goofy (the kids, not the shirts!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287627026885090546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWFsxBI9nPI/AAAAAAAAA24/vmsWTE1LR9I/s400/IMG_2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thursday night I was able to sneak away with my sis and Aunt Leslie for some girl time at Wal-Mart (there is not much to do in Rolla ... Wal-Mart is the place to go!) It was nice to get to talk with each other openly. Friday I was blessed to enjoy some one on one time with my Aunt Debbie and then we added my Great Aunt Faye for some more shopping fun. I really enjoyed spending that special time with them. Friday night I got to spend some time with my Uncle Bob and Aunt Diane and their kids. It was so hard for me realizing that their son, Adam, is turning 16 soon and has a girlfriend! I remember holding him when he was a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287628204181023714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWFt1i6L6-I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/vMowKJHCf78/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's back to reality tomorrow. Aiden returns to school, Logan to daycare and I'm back to work. It's been a great 12 days off! I needed the r&amp;amp;r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6638040047831129775?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6638040047831129775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6638040047831129775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6638040047831129775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6638040047831129775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SWFt2Cm2eVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/SpRJ17vZsRY/s72-c/IMG_1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-9005567509289777902</id><published>2008-12-30T18:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:44:01.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus'/><title type='text'>Carrie Out for 2008 ...</title><content type='html'>Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here enjoying the sounds of the boys setting up the game, "Ants in the Pants" in order to play with Daddy. They are so excited to play these games with us lately (we really hit it big in the game department this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... we have had a wonderful holiday season thus far. We started on the 23rd with Christmas at our house for Marcus' side of the family. Marcus made a wonderful dinner while others pitched in to make it complete. The kids had a fun time together. The night ended a bit early due to weather, but it was still fun. Christmas Eve morning Marcus made a HUGE breakfast for the four of us. We stayed in our pj's until mid afternoon when we headed to a Christmas Eve service. We ended up staying up until 1 am wrapping gifts and such ...whew! Christmas morning the boys actually slept in until 8 and then ate breakfast before digging into the gifts. They were both thrilled with their gifts. Aiden's eyes were huge when he saw that he finally got the skateboard he has been begging for and Logan's eyes were equally as large when he saw his new Thomas bike. We headed out the afternoon for Alexandria and about a million gifts with my family (can you say overboard?????) The boys got a basketball shoot thing with 15 other games! Marcus got a snowblower and I received a Kitchen-Aid mixer and new pots and pans! Now ... where are those cooking lessons I've needed for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway --- we are heading for Missouri tomorrow morning for a few days. I really miss my family out there and am excited to see all of them. My Aunt Leslie and her kiddos are going to be staying with us so that our FIVE boys can play together. Can you see nerf gun mania??? I will be sure to share the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... this is my last post for 2008. As I sit here and think of all I've been through this year, I can hardly believe it! New house, new job, Dad had a stroke, celebrated my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary, my parent's 30th wedding anniversary, Marcus turned 30, Aiden turned 5, Logan turned 3, I turned 25 (just checking to see if you are really reading this), I finished college, Aiden started kindergarten, became landlords ... I could go on and on! But it's amazing to me how much I've seen God in each one of these items (and obviously more). Our faith grew a lot in 2008 ... and I am sure God has more faith stretching for us in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you and your family a very Happy New Year and I'll write in a few days!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;PS ... the game table has now started a game of "Operation." Did you know that the guy in that game now holds a cell phone!!!????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-9005567509289777902?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9005567509289777902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=9005567509289777902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/9005567509289777902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/9005567509289777902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-christmas-gathering-left.html' title='Carrie Out for 2008 ...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6933623307174026930</id><published>2008-12-28T19:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:44:41.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gavin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-f7.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=1008806316550853367&amp;amp;site=widget-f7.slide.com"&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=1008806316550853367&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/p1/1008806316550853367/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1008806316550853367&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/p2/1008806316550853367/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1008806316550853367&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f7.slide.com/p4/1008806316550853367/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6933623307174026930?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6933623307174026930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6933623307174026930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6933623307174026930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6933623307174026930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4390055388313317109</id><published>2008-12-20T10:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:46:59.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SU0dqRzkDEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/g0cGCHWR02w/s1600-h/draft_lens1710779module6288432photo_bucket_list2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281910550146845762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SU0dqRzkDEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/g0cGCHWR02w/s400/draft_lens1710779module6288432photo_bucket_list2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently sitting at my desk with an electric heater at my feet attempting to thaw from my 2 hour shift of ringing bells for the Salvation Army this morning. I had a ringing partner that I had never met before and am so excited to tell you about her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Cathrine and she turned 80 in June. She decided to make out a "bucket list" for herself (bucket list would be things that you've always wanted to do before - well, kicking the bucket). Thus far she's been able to check off having her first manicure, pedicure, going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, flying over the Grand Canyon in a 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seater&lt;/span&gt; plane, attending her first demolition derby (that was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;! HA!) and now ringing the bells for the Salvation Army. She doesn't have much left to do on her list. The one that is going to take her the longest is tracking down some of her friends she hasn't seen in years. Some live in Ohio, some in Florida and some she isn't sure where they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other fun fact of Cathrine was that not only did she used to teach the music courses at a local school, but she was also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pa ton&lt;/span&gt; teacher! HA! I had no idea there was once a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pa ton&lt;/span&gt; class or club! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am so glad I was blessed by Cathrine today. I know I will think of her for years to come. And now ... I think I should start my bucket list ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4390055388313317109?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4390055388313317109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4390055388313317109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4390055388313317109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4390055388313317109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SU0dqRzkDEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/g0cGCHWR02w/s72-c/draft_lens1710779module6288432photo_bucket_list2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4131373802143593620</id><published>2008-12-19T14:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:56:59.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Ice Ice Baby ... Too Cold ... To Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH8nPV7YI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r7fo86zTQGg/s1600-h/Icestorm+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605200905629058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH8nPV7YI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r7fo86zTQGg/s400/Icestorm+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out our backdoor. Looks beautiful if we didn't have to get out in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH7_pfG2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/NiHs9it1PLg/s1600-h/Icestorm+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605190277864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH7_pfG2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/NiHs9it1PLg/s400/Icestorm+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This limb was partly across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH7n_C4PI/AAAAAAAAA14/mI3nsl4M2i8/s1600-h/Icestorm+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605183925838066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH7n_C4PI/AAAAAAAAA14/mI3nsl4M2i8/s400/Icestorm+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TIMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH6UBDkeI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ffDpUtzb8-E/s1600-h/Icestorm+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605161385693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH6UBDkeI/AAAAAAAAA1w/ffDpUtzb8-E/s400/Icestorm+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 55!?! I was lucky to get to 25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHIoIucCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/cTIS4d3-aTY/s1600-h/Icestorm+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281604307793113122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHIoIucCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/cTIS4d3-aTY/s400/Icestorm+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice covered lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHIFzxtZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/4Cvi6nNn_Fo/s1600-h/Icestorm+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281604298578441618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHIFzxtZI/AAAAAAAAA1g/4Cvi6nNn_Fo/s400/Icestorm+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deck lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHHlo63uI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dZJR6octBHI/s1600-h/Icestorm+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281604289942970082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHHlo63uI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/dZJR6octBHI/s400/Icestorm+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trees in our backyard breaking like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHHLnChvI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Yck4-UJToI0/s1600-h/Icestorm+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281604282955761394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHHLnChvI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Yck4-UJToI0/s400/Icestorm+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cook out anyone????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHGPG0-_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/qoa_-tEjWps/s1600-h/Icestorm+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281604266714528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwHGPG0-_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/qoa_-tEjWps/s400/Icestorm+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are chilled to the bone right now. Ice started around 1 am this morning. We lost power around 8 am and it's still not been restored (it's now 4 pm). I made it to work about noon and the kiddos are playing at Grandma's as they did not have school or daycare. The strangest thing of the days was right after we lost power we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; thunderstorm complete with lightening and thunder (I know, thus the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THUNDERstorm&lt;/span&gt;). ANYWAY! We've decided if we see locusts this morning that we are about to meet our Saviour ... but nothing other than those darn orange lady bug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thingys&lt;/span&gt; thus far. I'll keep you posted (or see you there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all! Oh ... and check out the blog post below as today is my mom and dad's 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4131373802143593620?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4131373802143593620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4131373802143593620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4131373802143593620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4131373802143593620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-ice-baby-too-cold-to-cold.html' title='Ice Ice Baby ... Too Cold ... To Cold'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUwH8nPV7YI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r7fo86zTQGg/s72-c/Icestorm+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2540386101542660318</id><published>2008-12-18T20:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:35:46.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Happy 30th Anniversary Mom and Dad! (12/19)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 30th ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUsNIGL_vSI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jpZJXkqwqaE/s1600-h/IMG_3057+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281329420773080354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUsNIGL_vSI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jpZJXkqwqaE/s400/IMG_3057+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW! I cannot imagine being married to the same person for 30 years (probably because that would be my entire lifetime up to this point, but still!) I am so blessed to be able to say that my parents are still married to one another. I am so proud of this fact because I know it hasn't always been easy - but somehow they've made it. I hope that today they sit and reflect on how blessed they truly are. They have three lovely daughters (yes, I said lovely and yes, in this picture we are truly dorks. Mom bought us matching pj's for a weekend in Cinci and we couldn't help but show them off!) ANYWAY ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281335453017469346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUsSnODIcaI/AAAAAAAAA04/vKRvzKNrYTc/s400/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not only have they been blessed with the three lovely daughters, they've been even MORE blessed with three grandsons! This picture doesn't feature the kiddos in their best of moods (sunrise service for Easter) but you get the idea ... blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281331647482897794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUsPJtU_JYI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PO9aiO0y1M8/s400/Sprion+08012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad - thank you for being an example to us that marriage isn't always easy, but with faith, support and love 30 years of marriage is obtainable. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;Marcus, Carrie, Aiden and Logan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2540386101542660318?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2540386101542660318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2540386101542660318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2540386101542660318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2540386101542660318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-30th-anniversary-mom-and-dad-1219.html' title='Happy 30th Anniversary Mom and Dad! (12/19)'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUsNIGL_vSI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jpZJXkqwqaE/s72-c/IMG_3057+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-4356522389887708719</id><published>2008-12-17T15:48:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:57:40.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>2008 Christmas Tour of Homes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://boomama.net/2008/12/15/christmas-tour-of-homes-2008/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="BooMamaChristmasTour" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h134/boomama205/boomamachristmassmall1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am participating for the first time in what is known as the Holiday Home Tour sponsored by &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BooMama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... I hope you enjoy our humble abode ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, the tree. We have alternated years on which son gets to place the star on top. This year was Logan's ... I don't know how many more years Daddy is going to be able to hike the kiddos up high enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmLH7KEiBI/AAAAAAAAAzw/TCgGkY3s95M/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUl0AeyPQlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/AWC0raXVZVM/s1600-h/December+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280879589681218130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUl0AeyPQlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/AWC0raXVZVM/s400/December+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have quite the eclectic tree complete with multicolored lights. I always notice those themed trees that looks so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; and like they should be displayed in the window, but ours says "lived in" if you will. There are homemade ornaments from family members,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmKBVZUrSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zxYKWVkxgUk/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280903793596476706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmKBVZUrSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zxYKWVkxgUk/s200/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ornaments that Marcus and I had as children, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt; we have purchased or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; as gifts. Most ornaments have a story about the person it was purchased for or about the person that gave it to us and so on. I highly doubt a themed tree is in our future, although they are gorgeous. Oh, and you may notice that some of the string lights are placed in a vertical fashion. Marcus and I have a "discussion" about this every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' year! I think it's completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ineffective&lt;/span&gt; way of adding more lights and he swears by it. Someday I'll just string them by myself, but that hasn't happened in 5 years, so I am not holding my breath. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; ... on with the tour!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280879846676056082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUl0PcKlSBI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/9h_bQ-O7dbk/s400/December+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmLH7KEiBI/AAAAAAAAAzw/TCgGkY3s95M/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280905006323894290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmLH7KEiBI/AAAAAAAAAzw/TCgGkY3s95M/s200/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmKlxMKwHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WBWn4zOe2zc/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmLhfUAtcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qgWTFi7Uqxo/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmKlxMKwHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WBWn4zOe2zc/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904419532783730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmKlxMKwHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WBWn4zOe2zc/s200/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favorite part of our house. We have LOTS of shelv&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmLhfUAtcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qgWTFi7Uqxo/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280905445525992898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmLhfUAtcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qgWTFi7Uqxo/s200/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es that I can put fun, festive items on. Marcus says it's just more for him to dust (which is true) but he has enjoyed it all thus far too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280880100139874498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUl0eMZEOMI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QEAU1IWUZu4/s400/December+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmM_kVA6LI/AAAAAAAAA0I/GTSWPJbWtYg/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280907061780080818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmM_kVA6LI/AAAAAAAAA0I/GTSWPJbWtYg/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our nativity set is a cheap-o one that I bought a few years ago. I love it thought because they are all little kids! Look at the faces on the kings and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shepard&lt;/span&gt;! It's so sweet and it's perfect for a house with kids. I would be bummed if one broke, but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; like I would be if it were a family heirloom. The boys like to move the pieces and try to tell a story to go along with it. It's really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This center piece is what the boys enjoy most about our decorations. It plays Frosty the Snowman and the little ice skating snowman "skates" in circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909825293733906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmPgbOA0BI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aYAU6BIuBdM/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o next is a view from out our backdoor. We have five pine trees that we did not like at all when we first looked at this house. We were going to have them removed as soon as we moved in --- but now I am so glad we didn't! We both love them. This picture doesn't do them justice. Next year I'd like to add more lights to them, but that wasn't in the budget this year. Oh, and yes, one of them is a runt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280907967122018034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmN0Q_WjvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rw6MzzGgRd4/s400/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have notice that there isn't a pic of our stockings. Yes, we do have them and they are displayed, but I am not thrilled about how they are displayed at this time. We have no place to put them! This is our first Christmas in our new home and we haven't found a place for everything just yet. I think we may try those hooks that stick to the wall and then are removed without leaving a mark. I am nervous tho ... anyone have a good/bad experience with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909054238272258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUmOzi0EKwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/S8YbKipVBP0/s400/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, now that you've endured the tour, why not sit down and enjoy a slice of eclair cake and a cup of milk with me. I'd love to get to know you too! Thank you for stopping by and I'd love to see you again soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carrie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eclair Cake: 2 packages of Instant French Vanilla Pudding, 2 1/2 cups of milk, 8 oz bowl of whipped cream, box of graham crackers, chocolate icing (dark or regular, not whipped).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beat pudding and milk with mixer for 1 minute. Fold in whipped cream. Layer graham crackers in bottom of pan (9x9 works best) then spread a layer of pudding mixture and repeat until the top of the pan is reached. End with a layer of graham crackers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Refrigerate&lt;/span&gt; for an hour before icing. Best if then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;refrigerated&lt;/span&gt; for another 4 hours before serving. ENJOY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-4356522389887708719?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4356522389887708719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=4356522389887708719' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4356522389887708719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/4356522389887708719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-christmas-tour-of-homes.html' title='2008 Christmas Tour of Homes'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUl0AeyPQlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/AWC0raXVZVM/s72-c/December+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5781493984246778074</id><published>2008-12-17T09:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:36:09.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Carrie - In One Word</title><content type='html'>So, a week or so ago an email was going around requesting people to submit back to sender one word that describes the sender. I am not a big forwarder of emails, but I thought this could be fun, so I went for it. Here are all of the terms that were submitted back to me:&lt;br /&gt;Real&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;WOO (Winning Others Over)&lt;br /&gt;Flair&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;Jolly&lt;br /&gt;Precious&lt;br /&gt;Sincere&lt;br /&gt;Unique&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;Special&lt;br /&gt;So ... I agree with all those terms!. It's fun to see how people view you. When I read the word that was sent to me and then saw who was the one submitting it I could easily see how they came up with that word.&lt;br /&gt;What words would people use to describe you? Even better, what are the ones that they wouldn't use but you'd like to see used? Scary to think that way, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5781493984246778074?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5781493984246778074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5781493984246778074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5781493984246778074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5781493984246778074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/carrie-in-one-word.html' title='Carrie - In One Word'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2855333500779112510</id><published>2008-12-16T09:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:47:46.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>I have no clue who wrote this poem, but I have to share it with all of you scrapbookers (or those that live with one that scraps ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree. I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me. Could it be cardstock or chipboard or lace? Or a Cricut, I said, with a smile on my face. And that's when I heard him, "Hi Santa, " I said "You know....good little girls should be in their beds." "I know I should Santa, and now I've got caught. But I was just so excited to see what you brought." "Well, let's take a look in this room where you work. " He shook his head quickly, and left with a jerk. I heard him exclaim as he put it in gear. "You've got enough crap, I'll see you next year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sharing a picture from our office Christmas party. Yep ... it was ugly Christmas sweater day. Big fun!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412722330012098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUfLZOXvCcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/5ytbDPtHa0Q/s400/random+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2855333500779112510?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2855333500779112510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2855333500779112510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2855333500779112510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2855333500779112510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-poem.html' title='Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUfLZOXvCcI/AAAAAAAAAzA/5ytbDPtHa0Q/s72-c/random+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-399972536108122730</id><published>2008-12-14T19:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:40:08.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUWwJv38KlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/lr2tOwMxbzs/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279819819678181970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUWwJv38KlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/lr2tOwMxbzs/s400/IMG_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUWv6EV9V2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/tQisnYgZiuI/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279819550294890338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUWv6EV9V2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/tQisnYgZiuI/s400/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man ... the weekends go way too fast these days. Friday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had his play date with Brent S. They had a ball. The first thing Brent's mom said to me was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had wonderful manners. Man ... that makes me so proud. Earlier in the week a person at the daycare told me the same thing about Logan. I love when our parenting methods actually take! Anyway, Logan wasn't feeling well that day (I'll spare you the details) so we just vegged on the couch that evening. We watched Frosty, Frosty Returns and The Flight Before Christmas while all snuggled up on the couch. I love that. Saturday we didn't do too much as we were waiting for my parents to arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scheduled to ring bells at W*l-M*rt for the Salvation Army that afternoon. Mom and dad hadn't arrived, so the boys got to join me for awhile. They were too cute! Logan was not thrilled, he just stood there saying, "I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CooooooooLLLLLLd&lt;/span&gt;!" But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was having a great time! He was singing Jingle Bells and talking to anyone and everyone that walked in. At one point, he looked at his reflection and said, "Mom ... I kinda look like a dork (and he did ... no one looks great in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toboggan&lt;/span&gt; even if it is a Colts one). So, he decided to sing Jingle Bells with his own lyrics: Jingle dork ... Jingle dork ... Jingle dork today. It was too funny. Where does he get it? After we thawed out, we went to a 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party for some friends and then to the park in CC to see the lights. It was a fun night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we just hung around the house. Mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; organized his closed and clothes while Papaw, Logan and I just vegged. The above pics are the boys wrestling with Papaw. The top one Logan is kissing his nose. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note ... to anyone and everyone that has received a Christmas card from us ... I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; sorry if you now owe the USPS a penny. I just realized that I sent at least 20 cards out with the 41 cent stamp ... oops. I am such a dork sometimes! I am really not that cheap! Again, I am sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-399972536108122730?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/399972536108122730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=399972536108122730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/399972536108122730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/399972536108122730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SUWwJv38KlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/lr2tOwMxbzs/s72-c/IMG_1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3610357391583139339</id><published>2008-12-12T08:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:38:22.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>First Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know this is corny, but I have to share anyway. Two days ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; came home with a note from a parent. This parent asked said that her son, Brent, would like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; to ride the bus home with him on Friday so that they can make cookies, play and have dinner together. Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; has talked about Brent S. since the very first day of school. I include Brent's last initial as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; ONLY refers to Brent by his first and last name. Has cracked us up every time since school started! Anyway, I guess I think that this is a special moment because I remember how big of a deal it was when a friend asked for YOU and only YOU to come home with them after school. It was an even bigger deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; the mom's let it happen! So, today is the big day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; woke himself up for school and was ready 15 minutes earlier than normal! He is so excited to be riding bus 5B instead of his bus home. So sweet. Of course I went over some rules with him and reminded him to use his manners and to eat what is given to him at dinner. He quickly looked and me and said, "But what if it's meatloaf ... or YOUR sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joes&lt;/span&gt;???" (we recently learned that he doesn't like MY sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;joe's&lt;/span&gt; but LOVES the school's and he has always hated meatloaf ... but what mom would make meatloaf for a play date ??? right???). Anyway, I assured him that he could probably tell her those are two things he doesn't like and she wouldn't make them and to have fun. I cannot wait to hear how it goes ... and to eat some of the cookies they make! Do you remember the first time you went home with a friend after school? The ones I remember doing that with lived in my neighborhood: Nichole and Kim. I still am in touch with Nichole, but I haven't heard from Kim in years ... memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a heavier note ... please pray for a former coworker of mine named Bill. He is a billboard poster and fell off a billboard on Wednesday and had to be air lifted to Indy where he is in critical condition. He has a broken ankle, hip, and a skull fracture. I will post updates if and when I hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-3610357391583139339?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3610357391583139339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3610357391583139339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3610357391583139339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3610357391583139339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-play-date.html' title='First Play Date'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6310256357435380393</id><published>2008-12-10T09:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:39:01.414-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elf'/><title type='text'>Jingle John and his Reindeer! - Updated 11/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_oD8leWyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nZDuhS2s91M/s1600-h/December+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192442802068258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_oD8leWyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nZDuhS2s91M/s400/December+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_n3BhV9WI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fPKIRDyMKIo/s1600-h/December+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192220788618594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_n3BhV9WI/AAAAAAAAAyY/fPKIRDyMKIo/s400/December+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_nrztSIWI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vk3FVdV6cYQ/s1600-h/December+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278192028102041954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_nrztSIWI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vk3FVdV6cYQ/s400/December+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Update - FYI ... the picture on the top of the blog is 3 of the 5 pine trees we have in our backyard. It's funny ... the very reason we didn't want to purchase this home is the thing I am enjoying most about our holiday decorations! We (ok, Marcus did the work, but I asked him to do so) put lights on all 5 of them and I stare at them through our bedroom windows, living room window, kitchen windows and dining room windows! LOVE THEM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the picture of Logan (below) raising his hand was because he wanted to say something to the elf and kept his hand like that for 20 minutes! He finally said, "I have a dog!!" and that was it. Worth the wait?????? ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the boys to the library last night to see a reindeer! The boys seemed to enjoy it, Mommy could have enjoyed it more if the reindeer weren't so smelly! There were a TON of people there (I am guessing 100 or more) so we didn't stick around for individual pictures, but the boys seemed ok with that. Aiden informed me that the elf wasn't real because the real ones are only in the North Pole and they wouldn't be on vacation during December! HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out our Elf Disco video before you leave. It's good for a laugh or two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/VwVBWz3WuKPm46IH" target="_blank"&gt;http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/VwVBWz3WuKPm46IH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6310256357435380393?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6310256357435380393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6310256357435380393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6310256357435380393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6310256357435380393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/jingle-john-and-his-reindeer.html' title='Jingle John and his Reindeer! - Updated 11/11'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/ST_oD8leWyI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nZDuhS2s91M/s72-c/December+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8928261408974260222</id><published>2008-12-08T18:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:41:02.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elf'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had a very busy weekend. The boys were invited to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babysitters&lt;/span&gt; home in Alexandria for the annual Christmas party. They literally were counting the days down all week until they got to play with Jonah and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seff&lt;/span&gt;" (Seth, but Logan says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seff&lt;/span&gt; and it's so darn cute!) Saturday was the Farmer Family Christmas Party (Marcus' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;) and the SDI Christmas Party. We were just party hoppers! Sunday Marcus and I went out shopping and got a majority of our Christmas shopping done ... HOORAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and a HUGE answer to prayer came along on Saturday morning. After having the house on the market for 6 months with no offer, we put out an email a week ago that we were going to rent our house and we've already gotten a renter! It's an answer to prayer for both sides and she's already called to say how nice and cozy the house it (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and to let us know that the fridge is having an issue, but I like to dwell on the positives!) Anyway, we are certainly learning that everything happens in God's time. We never wanted to become landlords, but right now selling isn't in the cards. Funny story though, the renter was thrill because the kitchen's theme is apples, the master bedroom is purple(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) and the other bedroom is blue ... all three are the same as the house she has to move from! She said it was a sign. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am off to make chocolate suckers with the boys. A little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elffett&lt;/span&gt;" (is that female for elf or is elf not gender specific?) gave us this chocolate melting machine and it's time to try it out. I'll post pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a wonderful week,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carrie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8928261408974260222?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8928261408974260222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8928261408974260222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8928261408974260222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8928261408974260222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2434143074253710014</id><published>2008-12-05T08:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:41:30.398-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Congregation Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Everything Video by CCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKm9nFsQ6qw&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've posted this video before of another youth group performing this skit. I am proud to say that this one is performed by the youth @ Christian Congregation Church in Alexandria where we used to attend (and will always consider it our home church). Great job CCC Youth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2434143074253710014?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2434143074253710014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2434143074253710014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2434143074253710014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2434143074253710014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifehouse-everything-video-by-ccc.html' title='Lifehouse - Everything Video by CCC'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6800628965888389091</id><published>2008-12-02T13:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:42:29.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Tag ... you're it!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two Names You Go By: Mom or Mommy (the kids seem to call me Mommy when talking to me, but when they are talking to someone else about me it's Mom, weird). My dad always calls me Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Things You Are Wearing Right Now: My wedding rings and my grey high heeled boots. Luckily I am wearing much more than just those two items. I gag at the thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment: A church to call home up here and a McDonald's sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two people who you look up to: Grandpa Davis and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two things you did last night: took a hot bath and watch the Trans Siberian Orchestra on PBS ... not nearly as entertaining on tv as it is in person. Now that is a concert! I've added a couple of my favs to a playlist - enjoy and rock out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Two things you ate yesterday: sloppy joe, rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Two people you last talked to: Marcus (via text messaging) and Cindy @ work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two Things you're doing tomorrow: Driving into Fort Wayne for an appointment and coming in to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Two longest car rides: IN to Mexico with stops in AZ and CA and IN to Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite Holidays : Thanksgiving and Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite Vacations : Jamaica with Marcus in January 2007, Gatlinburg, TN on our honeymoon in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last trip: Branson in July 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Two favorite beverages: McDonald's Iced Tea and Mt Dew. Can you say S-U-G-A-R!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I tag: Missy F., Missy S., Stacie and Leslie. By the way, most of the time when I tag someone they never do it! We'll see this time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6800628965888389091?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6800628965888389091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6800628965888389091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6800628965888389091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6800628965888389091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag ... you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2493056014357947378</id><published>2008-12-01T13:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:21:56.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden's first steps ... Turn up the volume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-900e8076039aa263" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D900e8076039aa263%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330150889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8457CD0010D1E528ECCDEA8932C474836E7738AF.1DF2CE86FAA4204294CFEFF417D88E3A02F86076%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D900e8076039aa263%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DllCY6aZFH0nvAoz1-GKi05AKoSk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D900e8076039aa263%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330150889%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8457CD0010D1E528ECCDEA8932C474836E7738AF.1DF2CE86FAA4204294CFEFF417D88E3A02F86076%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D900e8076039aa263%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DllCY6aZFH0nvAoz1-GKi05AKoSk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's hard to believe that he is 5 1/2 now. He was going after the channel changer that was on the couch. Doesn't that laugh just make you smile? (You'll need to mute my play list so that you can hear this video).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2493056014357947378?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=900e8076039aa263&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2493056014357947378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2493056014357947378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2493056014357947378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2493056014357947378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/aidens-first-steps.html' title='Aiden&apos;s first steps ... Turn up the volume.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7997389816649176159</id><published>2008-11-28T11:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:43:25.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAolVti4_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/r_r1Vqeg3ek/s1600-h/DSC03435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273759785599296498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAolVti4_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/r_r1Vqeg3ek/s400/DSC03435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAoRLRuB5I/AAAAAAAAAog/r010t-ADKBw/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273759439200847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAoRLRuB5I/AAAAAAAAAog/r010t-ADKBw/s400/DSC03434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAn8v_pIhI/AAAAAAAAAoY/6B9GTtvxJ38/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273759088279888402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAn8v_pIhI/AAAAAAAAAoY/6B9GTtvxJ38/s400/DSC03431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great day yesterday. We had a house full of people for brunch (which I prepared). We enjoyed that meal and then attempted to get a good picture of Aiden, Logan and Gavin. As you see from the pics above, it's much harder than it sounds. They are the cutest guys in the world, but together they just look like the Three Stooges! We did enjoy the 'normal' thanksgiving trimmings for dinner (which I did not prepare) and then just hung out. Mom did crafts with the boys and at one point Logan turned to Grandma and said, "You're smart, Grandma." Pretty much made her night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that everyone had as wonderful of a time as we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's nap time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie &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/4293306840218387922-7997389816649176159?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7997389816649176159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7997389816649176159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7997389816649176159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7997389816649176159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/STAolVti4_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/r_r1Vqeg3ek/s72-c/DSC03435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-232689851063532342</id><published>2008-11-25T08:42:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:44:14.256-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus'/><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun weekend. Friday night Marcus took the boys to see Madagascar 2 while I scrapped. It was sad to learn that the scrapbook store that I use once a month is closing. Sign of the times, I guess. Saturday I scrapped a little more and then we were off to a Fort Wayne Komets hockey game. We only had 3 tickets, so Logan sat this one out, but Aiden had a great time. He was really into it, especially when the guys hit the glass (Mommy too!) I've attached a picture from the hockey game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609807459544306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSwSrzTd7PI/AAAAAAAAAoI/290BTZ9U6yQ/s400/Hockey+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of Logan (and Aiden) is of Logan being a rocker. I know, we are horrible parents, but we are big fans of the 80's/90's hair bands (AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Cinderella ...) and there is a station on our satellite that plays all of this fine music. A lot of the times we have that on rather than the TV. Friday night before dinner we were listening and Logan comes out of his room with this hat on and sunglasses banging his head. It was too funny! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609453587223458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSwSXNBu06I/AAAAAAAAAoA/Ja7kNwwNTPs/s400/Hockey+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608390091260114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSwRZTMiQNI/AAAAAAAAAn4/DE7tgyvSbTs/s400/Hockey+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had Aiden's first parent - teacher conference. It went well. She commented that he is a great story-teller. Scary, I think. And I don't know WHERE he gets that from! He had perfect attendance for the first trimester. He received a certificate and a pencil which he is very proud of. (Pics attached). He really enjoys school and likes his teacher ... thank goodness!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272608017892094914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSwRDopVs8I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ner9B0vWmyc/s400/Hockey+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272607462826798674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSwQjU3dblI/AAAAAAAAAno/pQxNHTPXw2Y/s400/Hockey+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thanksgiving is going to be at our house for the first time ever (and maybe the last depending on how the food turns out). I am making brunch for everyone because Marcus will have to go to bed right after that (nope, he doesn't get Thanksgiving off). So, then we'll just hang around until dinner time and have the normal Thanksgiving trimmings. Should be fun ... I hope! I am sure a blog will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-232689851063532342?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/232689851063532342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=232689851063532342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/232689851063532342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/232689851063532342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSwSrzTd7PI/AAAAAAAAAoI/290BTZ9U6yQ/s72-c/Hockey+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7127951596782872857</id><published>2008-11-20T08:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:45:06.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mommy has Super Powers!</title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to make cookies with the boys. We voted for chocolate chip cookies ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummo&lt;/span&gt;! I had gotten all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; out and ready and had turned to get the bowls. I told the boys not to touch anything and I noticed that Logan was reaching for something and I told him not to touch anything while facing the opposite way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was shocked and asked, "Mom, can you see out of your brain?" I laughed and said, "No. Why?" He said, "Well, how did you know Logan was doing that?" Again, I laughed and said, "Well, Mommy has eyes in the back of her head!" He was shocked again and asked, "Does Daddy?" I said, "No, just Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I am sure I am a horrible mother because I told this fib and said that Daddy does not have this secret power, but it was really funny! Plus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is my sneaky one, so if this wards off any wrong doing, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that fib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny, er, cute thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; said last night was about a stray cat that has been lingering in our neighborhood recently. He looked out the window and said, "Mom, do you see that cat out there? It's adorable." HA! Adorable! Who knew that he knew that word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last funny thing was from Logan. As you know, they now have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; hawk hairdo's. Yesterday morning I told Logan he looked like a rooster and he said, "No ... I am a chicken!" My bad, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7127951596782872857?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7127951596782872857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7127951596782872857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7127951596782872857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7127951596782872857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommy-has-super-powers.html' title='Mommy has Super Powers!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5311506349348864454</id><published>2008-11-18T09:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:45:46.296-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gavin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Congregation Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLfImF_b_I/AAAAAAAAAng/jm7c8aphH1E/s1600-h/Gavins+bday+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270019852734525426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLfImF_b_I/AAAAAAAAAng/jm7c8aphH1E/s400/Gavins+bday+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLe74QT0rI/AAAAAAAAAnY/nNW9JyjqSZk/s1600-h/Gavins+bday+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270019634271343282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLe74QT0rI/AAAAAAAAAnY/nNW9JyjqSZk/s200/Gavins+bday+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLeunZt59I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Tav84NWmAjs/s1600-h/Gavins+bday+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270019406409099218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLeunZt59I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Tav84NWmAjs/s200/Gavins+bday+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to say that the weekend went well and I am feeling like myself once again. It was great to return to Alexandria and spend time with family and friends. Saturday night I was able to go with my family to Johnny Carino's Italian Grill ... my all time fav. Sunday we visited our home church and were so glad to see faces we have missed over the last few months. It was nice to be loved on! After church we ordered pizzas with the old bible study gang and hung out for a little while. It was great to catch up on everyone's lives. All of our kids are getting so big! I think we had 11 kids and some were missing (including Jason McCorkle!) Then we were off to Gavin's first birthday party. Fun times. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270019166194669138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLegoiIllI/AAAAAAAAAnI/S07KZiETqXE/s400/Gavins+bday+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the boys to get their hair cut last night. They wanted mohawks, we settled for faux-hawks so that I can brush it down too. I think they are pretty cute! What about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270018617747143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLeAtaDezI/AAAAAAAAAnA/hk_RcN2w6kE/s400/Gavins+bday+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5311506349348864454?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5311506349348864454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5311506349348864454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5311506349348864454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5311506349348864454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SSLfImF_b_I/AAAAAAAAAng/jm7c8aphH1E/s72-c/Gavins+bday+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1788129462432211758</id><published>2008-11-14T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:46:33.109-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gavin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Congregation Church'/><title type='text'>Just an update on me</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know how things are going here in Northern Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I think I am adjusting well, other times, not so much. I am having one of those not so much days today, but I am sure it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attributing today's not so much day to the fact that we are heading to Alexandria this weekend. It's strange to me because we'll be staying at my mom and dad's house. Now, we had to do that during the ice storm, but this time is just different. We are just visiting, them, the town, everything. That's not home anymore and I keep referring to it as such. Of course, we still OWN a home there, so all ties are not cut. We are planning on going to church at CCC on Sunday --- I think I miss that aspect of my life the most. I miss my friends there, the connections that were made, the accountability that we had to that church, the fact that when we were not in service people called to check on us. We've been attending a church that I like, but it's such a large church that I don't think people know if you are a visitor or just coming to a different service for the day (they have 3 services every Sunday). I feel lost in the crowd. I also can't seem to figure out where it is that I am supposed to be serving in that church. It's just not home yet. Speaking of home, I do love our new house. It does feel like home when we are all there. It's the times that Marcus is working - days or nights - that it just feels more like a place to sleep. Then there's the job. I have good days and then I have bad days. I am a firm believer in adult learning, but coming into a university that I don't really know, well, it's hard to recruit and feel passionate about it. It's getting better week by week, but then there are those days ... OUCH. I do love the community that we are now apart of. People in Columbia City have been so nice and welcoming. I am now the chairperson for the Chamber of Commerce Ambassador's and I was just welcomed into the &lt;a href="http://talkofthetownwc.com/blog/2008/11/columbia_city_rotary_welcomes.html"&gt;Columbia City Rotary Club&lt;/a&gt; (click on the link to see that pic of me). I just had coffee with the judge in the town and have met the mayor this week. Both men are have been very welcoming and made me feel like they are glad we moved our family into the community. It's funny because I never met with the judge or mayor in Anderson or Alex and yet I still feel more like I belong back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ... DO NOT GET ME WRONG! I am NOT depressed - maybe just a bit homesick. I am sure it will pass. I think with Gavin turning 1 this week and me not getting to see him until Sunday has something to do with it. The fact that I had some major meetings this week and did not get to see my parents face to face to tell them about it has something to do with it. Having no class to drive down into Anderson has something to do with it. The lack of a mall, Target or Kohl's in the near distance has something to do with it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all that said, I am excited about our trip to Alex and hope that I will be thrilled to return HOME to South Whitley on Sunday. I'll keep you posted ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1788129462432211758?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1788129462432211758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1788129462432211758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1788129462432211758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1788129462432211758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-update-on-me.html' title='Just an update on me'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-2995674240041749672</id><published>2008-11-12T07:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:46:51.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God Understands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-2995674240041749672?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2995674240041749672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=2995674240041749672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2995674240041749672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/2995674240041749672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-understands.html' title='God Understands'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1605960268117666836</id><published>2008-11-09T18:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:47:20.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful weekend. Friday night the boys stayed with their grandma so that Marcus and I could get ready for Logan's birthday party on Saturday. We went into Wal-Mart and bought a Ford F-150 motorized truck. Never in a million years did I think we'd ever buy one of these because of the price, but I found one on clearance for $79 and we couldn't pass it up! Logan was thrilled (picture in slide show below). We then came home and worked for 4 hours on the monster truck cake. We cut the shape out, constructed and decorated it. I was so proud of us! The tires were ding-dongs. Food Network Challenge has nothing on me! HAHA! It wasn't perfect, but was pretty impressive for me. The party went great. Logan got some great presents and we had a house full. Thanks to everyone that came to celebrate with us. Check out the slide show below of all the festivities!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1605960268117666836?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1605960268117666836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1605960268117666836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1605960268117666836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1605960268117666836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-3163995662443660502</id><published>2008-11-09T18:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:47:37.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Logan's Birthday Party: MONSTER TRUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-a6.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=1008806316550408870&amp;amp;site=widget-a6.slide.com"&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=1008806316550408870&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p1/1008806316550408870/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1008806316550408870&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p2/1008806316550408870/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1008806316550408870&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p4/1008806316550408870/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-3163995662443660502?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3163995662443660502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=3163995662443660502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3163995662443660502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/3163995662443660502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/logans-birthday-party-monster-trucks.html' title='Logan&apos;s Birthday Party: MONSTER TRUCKS!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1147579117262446069</id><published>2008-11-05T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:48:08.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Time to Pray</title><content type='html'>I am not one to sit and talk for hours about politics, but I have to admit that Marcus and I watched the tv last night just in awe of what was happening. I am not sure yet if we are happy, sad ... I really don't know. But I read a lot of blogs and found &lt;a href="http://withoutwax.tv/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to sum it up for me (copied below but I encourage you to check out the site. He's a pastor in TN and I really enjoy his blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is a new day. It’s a new era. Regardless of who you voted for or why, it’s time to switch gears. It’s time to pray for Obama as he transitions to become the President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And furthermore, you need to know this is not a surprise to God. Before the billions of dollars were spent on this campaign, God already knew the outcome. He wasn’t sitting around the television last night ringing his hands like you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t need a Republican or a Democrat, an electoral vote, or a state. He’s not red or blue. He’s God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s God and I’m not. You’re Not. Obama is not. McCain is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your candidate lost. I’m sorry. If you’re worried your issues aren’t going to be being addressed. I’m sorry. But God is still God and He’s still sitting on His throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-1147579117262446069?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1147579117262446069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1147579117262446069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1147579117262446069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1147579117262446069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-pray.html' title='Time to Pray'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8344611600809205310</id><published>2008-10-31T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:48:59.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Congregation Church'/><title type='text'>I'm DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was just called out by one of my family members that I did not post about my presentation last night. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presenation went ok. I think I could have done better, but nerves hit while I was up there. I spoke for 27.5 minutes and then answered questions. The presentation was to be 20-30 minutes so I think I did fine. I don't know that I ever shared what the presenation was about. I researched on getting the nursery workers at CCC CPR/First Aid certified. People thought it was a great idea and the more I researched the more I truly think that every church should look into it. I had to have my presenation to the church board, budget, facilitators and a lot more. It ended at 35 pages plus the bibliography. I do not want to do another project like that ... ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your prayers. I just have to return to class next week to watch the remainder of the projects and then I am done. I will walk in graduation on May 9, 2009. Whew ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all of you,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ... check out the slide show before you leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8344611600809205310?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8344611600809205310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8344611600809205310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8344611600809205310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8344611600809205310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-1738406520859686894</id><published>2008-10-31T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:44:31.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f3.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=1008806316550305779&amp;amp;site=widget-f3.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=1008806316550305779&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p1/1008806316550305779/bb_t056_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=1008806316550305779&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p2/1008806316550305779/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1008806316550305779&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p4/1008806316550305779/bb_t056_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/4293306840218387922-1738406520859686894?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1738406520859686894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=1738406520859686894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1738406520859686894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/1738406520859686894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_7310.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-5523408094991100003</id><published>2008-10-30T08:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:57:43.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus'/><title type='text'>October 30th, 1998</title><content type='html'>So - I know that after being married one should not still count the day of your first date as an anniversary - but today marks 10 years ago that Marcus and I had our first date. 10 years seems like a marker that we're allowed to celebrate!!! Ok, now - if you want to skip the note to Marcus feel free. I hate being cheesy!!! There is more below however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus,&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's been 10 years? Do you remember it? We went to Fazoli's and to see Rush Hour - how romantic! I still remember what I wore! I wore a white Praise Gathering sweatshirt and jeans, because, really - what else would one wear on a date that was just to be two friends hanging out? Who knew that 10 years later we would have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A wonderful marriage of 5 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;*Two awesome little boys Aiden Michael and Logan Brian&lt;br /&gt;*Two houses (had to throw that in)&lt;br /&gt;*The sweetest niece (Payton Lynn) and two of the sweetest nephews (Braydon Glen and Gavin Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;*Sister and brother-in-laws that feel just like part of our own families&lt;br /&gt;*Gone to Jamaica!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Made Christ center of our lives&lt;br /&gt;*Learned to love each others quirks (you have ... right?)&lt;br /&gt;*Our friendship ... you are my best friend and have been for years!&lt;br /&gt;*Our sense of humor - cause you just have to living with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just 10 examples!!!! I love you very much and cannot wait to see what the next 10 years hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so tonight is the night I deliver my final presentation for work. I wasn't feeling good about it yesterday, but after a few more hours of tweaking it I am feeling much better. I don't know that it's "A" material, but hey - all I need is a "C." Way to shoot for mediocre, right? HAHAHA! I was working on the project when the boys went to bed last night and this morning when Aiden woke up. The first thing he said to me was, "Mom, did you even go to bed?" So sweet, and yes, I did. I would appreciate your prayers around 6:45 tonight! I will let you know how it goes. I AM ALMOST DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-5523408094991100003?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5523408094991100003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=5523408094991100003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5523408094991100003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/5523408094991100003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-30th-1998.html' title='October 30th, 1998'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6470903916870714099</id><published>2008-10-26T13:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:52:24.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passing out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>7 Things You Might Not Know About Me</title><content type='html'>So, I was tagged by my &lt;a href="http://theleslieupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt Leslie&lt;/a&gt; to do this survey-type thing. I cannot imagine that I have 7 things that you all don't know about me, considering I am practically an open book ... here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I must put my socks on left to right, followed by my shoes in the same manner. Seriously, it doesn't feel right if I do it right to left. I guess it stems from the fact that one reads left to right. Logical, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I first attended AU, I rarely attended classes (something I do not recommend). I left in 2002 with a 1.5 GPA! Yeah, bad news. When I started back to school I was on academic probation. I am happy to say that I was on the straight A track until 2 classes ago when I received my first B. Now, to justify that B, I was in the middle of a move, taking two classes, trip to Missouri so I missed a class (by my choosing), Dad's stroke ... ok, LIFE. Life just got in the way that time. I pulled out an A in the one class, but a B in the class that I thought I could sluff on. Oh well. I have managed to pull my GPA up to a 2.934. After the 7 credits I will earn in less than a week, I am hoping that I break that 3.0 GPA. If not, I'll just round up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was a skunk in my first grade play. I was the best skunk in the world (something to be proud of?) I remember that my mom let me borrow a black and white striped sweater of hers. I wore that sweater, black leggins and probably some leg warmers. Since dressing as a skunk I have graduated to dressing as the Red Gold tomato and the Anderson University raven. And no, I do not put this fact on &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my resumes ... just a select few. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am terrified of Halloween masks. Any masks really. Odd since I can dress up, right? Masks just are different than a full mascot uniform. I absolutely hate shopping for costumes for the boys. We've really lucked out and I haven't purchased any from the store, but it doesn't stop them from wanting to look. I cannot walk down the isle that has those creepy SCREAM masks and the old man from one of those stupid horror movies. I am sweating just thinking about it now. Dad used to take us trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, but I was just fine staying at home. I still wasn't a big fan of handing out the candy unless mom was with me. I was just too scared. I still do not hand out candy nor take the boys around the neighborhood. We do the family thing and I am just fine (and safe) with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was voted class klutz my senior year in high school. A title that I well deserved. I am the klutziest person I know. I trip on carpet, I drop my pop cans all over my pants, I leave my pants unzipped, I run into the neighbors cars, I hit my head on the mirror in the morning while putting my mascara on (you have to get close to the mirror and sometimes I don't judge that so well), I smash my fingers in drawers on a daily basis, I poked the lady at Starbucks today with my finger nail (may have drawn blood) ... need anymore examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am Lebanese. Yep, only a quarter though. Basically, I have the olive skin that makes for a great tan in the summers or for a green tone when I am sick. Seriously, strangely green when I am not feeling well. I also have constant green/purple skin under my eyes. No make-up out there can cover it up. I like the fact that I am Lebanese. It's a good conversation starter. One time all the family came over from Lebanon to the CHOG convention. They SWARMED me because I looked like them. They kissed and hugged me until I was ready to puke! Maybe that is why I am not overly huggy to this day. Oh well, they make great baklava, so that is worth the hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speaking of not feeling well, I tend to pass out a lot, especially when I am not feeling well. It is scary at times, but for the most part I know when it is coming - Marcus has learned too. I have done it in churches, restaurants, while driving (that was scary), at the hospital (good place to do so), in our house (not the new one yet), at mom and dad's ... pretty much anywhere and everywhere. I don't always end up at the hospital after doing so, I just normally have to wait a little while and be put back into bed. I've learned to always wake Marcus up if I am going to be sick in the middle of the night so that in 10 or 15 minutes he can scoop me up off the floor and put me back into bed with a cold cloth. I am just not normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is that more than you ever wanted to know about Carrie????&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I tag &lt;a href="http://www.farmerfancy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy F&lt;/a&gt;. and &lt;a href="http://missymania.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy S&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing ... I present my presentation on Thursday the 30th. It's the project I've been working on for 8 months. It's our only grade in the class and worth 4 credit hours! I would appreciate extra prayers on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6470903916870714099?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6470903916870714099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6470903916870714099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6470903916870714099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6470903916870714099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='7 Things You Might Not Know About Me'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-8401975659772671542</id><published>2008-10-22T07:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:53:06.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus'/><title type='text'>A little paint and some stenciling!</title><content type='html'>I have an amazing husband. I know I've said that before, but it's true. Here's why this time. I have been wanting to get some paint on the walls of our new house but just haven't had time (nor the trust of my hubby that I would actually clean up the mess ... legit fear). Anyway, on Monday we went out to dinner and to Lowe's to pick out paint. I don't recall the name of the paint, but I wanted a golden rod yellow color. I had also planned on purchasing letters to make words (brilliant concept) around a frame or something, but hadn't decided what exactly. Marcus made that decision for me by stenciling (yes Shelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kopp&lt;/span&gt; ... I wanted to call you immediately) the words FAITH, HOPE and LOVE on the wall. He even MADE the stencils! Check it out ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259963693702428514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SP8lHGaVt2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/RptZ9r2Plk0/s400/Living+room+view+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259963579439861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SP8lAcwBTmI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_LsWMiAwCOw/s400/Living+room+view+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, I am hiring him out ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; needs a new winter wardrobe! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some shots of Logan's room too. He had nothing on the walls and we are doing a cars, trains and planes theme. My dad still had some signs from college and we found stickers at Lowe's ... not too bad for $24. I still want to paint though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259988226780790626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SP87bHQBf2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/O2eR7uKDpwg/s400/Odds+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259987874078365954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SP87GlVNmQI/AAAAAAAAAlI/FuIOuvIvllU/s400/Odds+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259987580028382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SP861d6O7EI/AAAAAAAAAlA/oOqlEVSbA84/s400/Odds+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-8401975659772671542?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8401975659772671542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=8401975659772671542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8401975659772671542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/8401975659772671542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-paint-and-some-stenciling.html' title='A little paint and some stenciling!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SP8lHGaVt2I/AAAAAAAAAk4/RptZ9r2Plk0/s72-c/Living+room+view+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-123675476201393135</id><published>2008-10-18T10:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:02:51.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want some of this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok ... these are really funny videos.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53c0b47c87b56156&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/123675476201393135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=123675476201393135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/123675476201393135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/123675476201393135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Want some of this?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7697292367618571680</id><published>2008-10-14T08:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:54:20.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus'/><title type='text'>Housing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShzkAivqI/AAAAAAAAAko/2eLbF79ToSE/s1600-h/Cutie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004572259565218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShzkAivqI/AAAAAAAAAko/2eLbF79ToSE/s400/Cutie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the cute little chipmunk Marcus and Logan found yesterday in our backyard. He was enjoying some our birdseed until ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShu3FHVJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/H6KQc1_Fa9E/s1600-h/Chipmunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004491479667858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShu3FHVJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/H6KQc1_Fa9E/s400/Chipmunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, yes, he's stuck INSIDE the bird feeder. I am not sure why he thought this would be a smart idea. It's great to have all that food at your disposal, but if it means being stuck, is it worth it? Don't worry - Marcus rescued the little booger. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShp2Tgd0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/uMQI02FWaBk/s1600-h/Chipmunk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004405372254018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShp2Tgd0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/uMQI02FWaBk/s400/Chipmunk2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't our backyard look quite peaceful in these pictures though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Carrie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7697292367618571680?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7697292367618571680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7697292367618571680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7697292367618571680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7697292367618571680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/housing.html' title='Housing?'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPShzkAivqI/AAAAAAAAAko/2eLbF79ToSE/s72-c/Cutie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-6006458432024685905</id><published>2008-10-13T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:54:55.038-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Monday ~ Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPOGrzbe10I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Qwl9idr3h2g/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256693277169473346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPOGrzbe10I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Qwl9idr3h2g/s400/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FOR TODAY Monday, October 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Outside My Window... is a beautiful day and I am here at work working (what a concept) and then staying late to finish up my final project for school!&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... about getting my final project for school done by the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. A little stressed!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... my husband. He's the best ...&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I am loving our open concept kitchen/dining room/living room. We spend so much time at the bar in the kitchen with the boys. Lots of memories will happen there.&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... some comfy pants today. Love that!&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt; for my project. It's slow going right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to keep plugging at the project (are you getting the point yet?)&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... still reading the Last Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... that this week goes fast so that I can get to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrappin&lt;/span&gt;' weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing... not much right now.&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... we have a lot of bugs again. Marcus told me that our addition was build on a pig farm. I am starting to believe him!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scrappin&lt;/span&gt;! This weekend and next!&lt;br /&gt;A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Homework ... and my sis, bro-in-law and nephew are coming to visit! HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing... Um ... I am picture-less for once! I'll hook ya up later this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ... Logan is selling pickles for his daycare (strange, I know). We are talking pickles in every way possible! If you are remotely interested, send me an email and I'll let you know what they have. &lt;a href="mailto:choffman@huntington.edu"&gt;choffman@huntington.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-6006458432024685905?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6006458432024685905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=6006458432024685905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6006458432024685905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/6006458432024685905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-monday.html' title='Monday ~ Monday'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SPOGrzbe10I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Qwl9idr3h2g/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4293306840218387922.post-7733321525624873004</id><published>2008-10-10T07:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:55:27.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last ethics class last night and still made it home in time to watch a classic Office episode all about ethics! TOO FUNNY! I only have my final presentation (a project I've been working on for 8 months now) to present on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I titled this Freaky Friday because I saw a girl at the gas station this morning wearing a wool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coat&lt;/span&gt;, scarf, hat, jeans ... and flip flops! I do not understand this. Can someone help me out here? How can you be wrapped up like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snow bunny&lt;/span&gt; from the ankles up, but somehow think your feet can stay warm enough with just a piece of plastic between the toes? I wish I would have taken a picture with her so that she could have seen how ridiculous it was. Sorry if I've offended any of you and your 'style' but ... really????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend I am going to finalize that project for school and that's about it. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4293306840218387922-7733321525624873004?l=clhcorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7733321525624873004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4293306840218387922&amp;postID=7733321525624873004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7733321525624873004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4293306840218387922/posts/default/7733321525624873004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clhcorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Carrie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5sEOzeMw_xQ/SKoFLKaobaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GH2c5fsEepw/S220/IMG_0979.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
